The Grand Victorian Airbnb
Vermont Avenue
Washington D.C.
When Ms. Hen decided to go to Washington D.C., she wanted to
make it as cheap as possible, so she decided to stay at an Airbnb, a service
where a guest can stay in a room or a house that is rented by the owner. The hosts rent out space for extra money, and it gives people
the opportunity to stay in unique and affordable spaces.
Ms. Hen looked at lots of Airbnbs for the week she was
planning on going to D.C., but the complete apartments were mostly full, since
it was cherry blossom season. She found a room in a Victorian mansion that was
only 85 dollars a night and it was available for the nights she wanted to stay,
so she made a reservation.
She had never stayed in one of those places before, and she
had some apprehension. She didn’t know if it would be safe, or clean, or if
strange people lived there. But when she got there, she found out she had
nothing to fear.
When she arrived, she discovered it was beautiful: a
brownstone mansion on the corner of a street. The host welcomed Ms. Hen kindly.
The room was charming, but functional. Ms. Hen thought it lacked a desk and a
mirror. But there was cable TV.
The doorknob on the door to the room fell off the first time
Ms. Hen tried to shut it. The door also wouldn’t open all the way, so Ms. Hen had
to slide through. She is not a fussy traveler, and most things don’t bother
her, but she knew this would bother some people.
The host explained that the bathroom is shared with a person
who lives in the house regularly, a man in the Marine Corps. Ms. Hen did not
see him the entire time she stayed at the house. She thought it was strange
that she shared a bathroom with someone for four nights and never saw him. Ms.
Hen thought it might be polite to introduce herself, but she didn’t want to
bother him.
Sharing a bathroom does not bother Ms. Hen because it
reminds her of being in graduate school in Vermont and also of traveling in
Europe. It would bother some people, but Ms. Hen is a hearty hen and is not
afraid of sharing a toilet and a shower with someone she has never seen.
The house shone with cleanliness. Ms. Hen wasn't used to being in
such an immaculate house. She made toast with hummus in the morning and she was so
afraid of getting crumbs on the counter that she made sure everything sparkled when
she left. The host said nobody
ever hung out in the beautifully decorated living room downstairs, everyone who
lived or stayed in the house retired to their rooms.
The neighborhood was stylish and
upscale. It boasts lots of restaurants, bars, coffee shops and stores a visitor
could experience. Ms. Hen enjoyed the neighborhood. It is also located only
about a six-minute Metro ride to the center of Washington D.C. where Ms. Hen
went to art museums, saw the cherry blossoms, visited The Library of Congress
and The Holocaust Museum.
Ms. Hen had a lot of fun of her trip to Washington D.C. She
doesn’t travel often enough, but she wants to travel more. Now that she has
discovered Airbnb, she knows that traveling can be affordable and exciting. A
new world has opened with the advent of Airbnb. The world could be ours, if a
hen could open her mind.