“No. What’s that?”
“It’s a database of people that let you stay with them for free in places all over the world.”
“What??” I replied incredulously. “For free? But why would they do that? And how do I find them? And how do I know I can trust them?”
I took a chance. My very first couchsurfing host (in Paris) picked me up from the airport, cooked us delicious French food, showed me around the city on her day off, then left me alone in her home with a set of keys while she jetted off on her own vacation. I could get used to this.