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Airbnb coffeeNikon Df, 28-200 f/3.5-5.6G AF Nikkor2026 I made this shot at dark thirty the morning I gave up sleeping in my Airbnb in Vandalia, Illinois. I explained in this article but in short some post-whiskey jitters and loud AC clicking on and off all night robbed me of meaningful sleep. Margaret and I started using Airbnbs in earnest during the pandemic, like many people did. We found them to be quirky but endearing, and usually less expensive than regular hotels. At a time when we were trying to stay away from other people in enclosed spaces, Airbnbs were a great alternative. In the years since, I’ve had more and more Airbnb experiences that ranged from fair to poor. Running out of basic stuff like toilet paper and waiting on the host to show up with more. Apartments that just seemed unfinished or poorly finished — like the one place with a bathroom sink about the size of my two fists together, and the one place with unfinished pine beams sticking out of one closet. HVAC has…

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