My first Airbnb experience was in China.
That's right. China, Maine.
This incredible custom built cabin, hidden down a dirt road in a tiny town, had a huge back deck overlooking a secluded pond, kayaks and a firepit, and was generally just the most magical place ever to exist.
A lot of cribbage games went down on this deck.
The main bedroom, with wood beams and vaulted ceilings was, (and I hate to use this term but I feel like it applies here), #loftgoals.
This photo got some social media love on Instagram (@cabinchronicles) and tumblr, and every now and then, when I'm climbing through Boston's snowbanks, I mentally transport myself back to this bed in the trees.
Also, the ensuite bathroom had an awesome, super deep claw foot tub. I have FOMO just writing this, and I already went there.
One of the best parts about this kind of travel experience is the community of Airbnb hosts.
Even without meeting face to face, when a stranger makes you feel at home in their home, the connection goes beyond hospitality.
Our host in Maine, Michael, had built the cabin from the ground up (we loved checking out an album full of construction progress pictures). He had set out wildflowers in every room and even prepared a huge pot of homemade fish chowder that was ready on the stove when we arrived. We didn't get a chance to meet him in person, but I'm sure we will in the future, since we've decided to make this trip a summer tradition.