My Airbnb Hell: A fictional Superhost?

I thought using Airbnb would be a great idea. I’d heard so many good things about it, and for long-term stays, it’s often much cheaper than hotels. So, why not? I watched countless YouTube videos, trying to educate myself on potential pitfalls. I thought I’d learned enough, but clearly, I hadn’t. My first Airbnb experience also became my last. Buckle up.

I found a “Superhost,” Angela. She had a 4.72-star rating, spoke both English and Italian, and had fantastic reviews. The property I was eyeing had an impressive 4.92-star rating. My plan was simple: a mix of beach time and remote work. The apartment was just 6 km from the beach, and the listing advertised “fantastic fast internet, perfect for remote work.”

Here’s what the description promised:

- Fast internet (50 Mbps)
- Bicycles available (with plenty of photos)
- A fantastic balcony view
- Equipped for long-term stays

I messaged Angela to ask if I’d need a car for the area. Her husband, Luigi, replied in Italian, saying a car was recommended. I responded that I was happy to walk or use the bicycles. Luigi assured me there were amazing hiking trails nearby, and a bus service was also available.

So, I booked the place for 45 days.

The hosts kindly arranged for a pickup from the train station and drove me to the apartment for a reasonable fee. Funny thing, I never actually spoke to Angela —…