Harrisburg Getaway: Your Dream Stay at Residence Inn Carlisle!
Harrisburg Getaway: My Dream Stay at Residence Inn Carlisle… Or Did I Dream It? (A Rambling, Honest Review)
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because I just survived… I mean, experienced… the Residence Inn Carlisle, claiming it's your "Dream Stay in Harrisburg." And you know what? They might be right. But let's untangle this yarn ball of fluffy hotel promises and see what actually happened. This review is gonna be long, folks. Consider yourselves warned.
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First Impressions & Arrival - The Gatekeeper of Sleep (and Snacks)
Pulling up, the exterior is what you expect: brick, clean lines, a slight "business-y" vibe. Plenty of car parking [free of charge] – a massive plus in my book. Getting inside, the 24-hour front desk was a lifesaver because let’s face it, I'm always arriving late. The lobby? Standard. But hey, at least they had a convenience store! Crucial for late-night snack runs. The first test: Accessibility.
- Accessibility: They claim to be. And for the most part, they seemed legit. Wheelchair accessible entrances & hallways were a breeze. The elevator was easy to find and operate. That's a good start. Now, the exterior corridor – I'm not sure if that's a perk or not, but in the end, I decided it wasn't so bad.
The Room - Where My Brain Goes to Hibernate (and Occasionally Panic)
Okay, the moment of truth: the room. Opening the door I felt a bit of relief, The room was clean, a non-smoking den, which is a big win!
Available in all rooms: The list is impressive! Air conditioning, alarm clock, bathtub, bathrobes, bathroom phone(!?), black-out curtains, carpeting, closet, coffee/tea maker… the amenities were certainly there. The daily housekeeping was top-notch, and the free Wi-Fi ( Wi-Fi [free]) actually worked! A miracle!
My Little Quirks:
- The desk was sturdy, though I'm not sure I ever sat at it. I had one of those classic moments where I’m more likely to sit on the bed with my laptop than at the desk.
- The extra-long bed and pillows, oh heavenly bed.
Internet & Connectivity – Surviving the Digital Age
- Internet: Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! (Repeat it with me!). The speed was decent. No lag. I actually managed to get some work done. Praise be! They also had Internet access – LAN, which, honestly, I didn't even bother using because the Wi-Fi was so good. They've also got Internet service for you, if you need a techie to fix it, but I doubt I'll ever use it.
Dining, Drinking & Snacking – Fueling the Fun (or Frustration)
Breakfast: A Breakfast [buffet]! Woohoo! Free food! They also had Asian breakfast options, but I stuck with the usual. Breakfast takeaway service - solid option for early risers. And, a Coffee/tea in restaurant station was a great wake-up call.
- And the coffee, let's be honest, hotel coffee is usually a crime against humanity, but this was acceptable. It wasn't good, but it wasn't actively trying to cause me physical pain. Small victories, people.
Restaurants: I didn't eat at the restaurants, mostly because I was too lazy to leave my comfy hotel room. But hey, options!
Drinks: I heard the Poolside bar was where it's at!
Things to Do & Ways to Relax – Spa Day Dreams & Fitness Center Failures
Things to do: I didn't even explore much. But, the fitness center was there, fully equipped. I’m not a gym person but good for them!
Relaxation: This is where it got interesting.
- Swimming pool: I heard the Swimming pool [outdoor] was the place to be!
- Spa/sauna: No spa, unfortunately. I'm not a hot tub girl.
Cleanliness & Safety – Because, You Know, The World
- Safety First: The CCTV in common areas, CCTV outside property, and 24-hour security filled even me with a tiny bit of comfort.
- Cleanliness Champions: They Daily disinfection in common areas, and staff trained in safety protocol… all the necessary precautions.
Services & Conveniences – The Little Things that Make a Difference
- Services and conveniences: They had Air conditioning in public area, Business facilities, Cash withdrawal, Concierge, Contactless check-in/out, Daily housekeeping, Elevator, Essential condiments, Facilities for disabled guests, everything you could need!
For the Kids – Mini-Me Mischief
- For the kids: No personal experiences. There's a babysitting service and the hotel is family/child friendly.
The Emotional Rollercoaster – My Honest Take
Okay, so the Residence Inn Carlisle delivered. It wasn't perfect (what is?), but it was clean, comfortable, and convenient. It wasn't quite "dream stay" status, but hey, it was better than a Motel 6.
My Verdict:
Would I stay there again? Probably. It's a solid choice. It gets the job done. It's a reliable base for exploring the Harrisburg area. Just don't expect a fairytale. And definitely pack your own coffee if you're a coffee snob like me.
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Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because this isn't your grandma's neatly-typed travel itinerary. This is a life lived itinerary, Residence Inn Harrisburg Carlisle-Carlisle, PA, style. Think less Michelin star, more… well, you'll see.
Day 1: Arrival and the Existential Dread of Hotel Breakfast
1:00 PM: Arrive at Residence Inn. Okay, first impression: pretty standard. Beige. Functional. The kind of place that feels like it's trying to be welcoming but is actually just faintly judging your life choices. Check-in. Smile. Pretend you're not mentally calculating how many hours of TV you can watch before feeling utterly useless.
1:30 PM: Unpack. Or, uh, shove everything into a drawer. The art of unpacking is lost on me. It’s a performance, and I'm terrible at it. Locate the glorious complimentary coffee (essential). Assess the room’s TV situation. Is there a good streaming service? Is there a comfy chair? These are vital questions.
2:30 PM: Explore the area. Google Maps says “things to do” and the first result is a “miniature golf”. I was going to suggest "miniature golf", but it’s just me alone and the thought of playing miniature golf alone is more depressing than it should be. Pass. Head for the outlet mall, hoping for some retail therapy.
3:00 PM - 5:00 PM: Outlet Mall "Adventure". Okay, the outlets. The siren song of "discounted" merchandise. I hate shopping, but damn, I get sucked in. I'm looking for a good deal on a new suitcase as my old one broke last trip. And I went to the Nike store, convinced I needed new running shoes even though I haven't run since…well, let's not. Spent way too much time staring at shoes. Didn't buy a suitcase. Bought athletic socks. Sigh.
6:00 PM: Dinner. Found a random diner. God bless diners. Greasy spoon perfection. I got the cheeseburger, fries, and a milkshake. It was amazing. The waitress, bless her heart, called me sweetie. I feel vaguely old but also oddly comforted. Chat with her for 10 minutes about the restaurant's history and the traffic on the nearby highway. Real people, real life.
7:30 PM: Back to the hotel. Netflix and chill, but not in that way. The best. No need for any unnecessary interaction. I’m good with my own company.
8:30 PM: Stare at the ceiling and overthink. Thinking about travel makes me extremely irritable. Why did I choose this trip? I need to get out more. I am going to write a book. I will start tomorrow.
Day 2: The Gettysburg Shuffle and the Pursuit of the Perfect Coffee
7:00 AM: The dreaded hotel breakfast. Free, yes. Appealing? Debatable. There’s a vague, processed smell that hangs in the air. The scrambled eggs look… synthetic. I try to make a waffle, and the machine nearly eats my arm. I get a yogurt and a banana. I feel defeated.
8:00 AM: Head to Gettysburg. I'm a history nerd, so this should be amazing. But the weather is grey, which means sad history and I am so not here for sad history at the moment.
9:00 AM - 1:00 PM: Gettysburg – The Battlefield. Okay, despite the grey, this is actually incredible. The scale of it. The weight of history. The sheer number of monuments is breathtaking. I take the audio tour, and I feel a lump in my throat at some of the stories. The monuments are impressive. But the tour is LONG. So LONG. I start to get a little… battlefield-ed out.
- 11:00 AM: The Observation Tower. The view is superb. But I am tired. I start to zone out and almost start to yawn. I force myself to focus. Remind myself that I’m enjoying this. Right?
1:00 PM: Lunch in Gettysburg. Found a cute little cafe. Had a sandwich, got a local beer. Nice. Regaining my humanity.
2:00 PM - 3:00 PM: The Gettysburg Museum and Visitor Center. Another audio tour. Are all audio tours created equal? After a while, the voices, the stories, they begin to become a blur. The sheer volume of information feels… overwhelming. I need a break.
3:00 PM: Coffee EMERGENCY. Back in Carlisle, I hunt for the perfect coffee. Found a small independent place. The aroma hits me like a warm hug. I order a latte. And it's. Magnificent. The barista is charming, the atmosphere is cozy. I end up chatting with her for nearly an hour. She's the kind of person who actually listens to you. This coffee shop experience is the highlight of my day.
5:00 PM: Back to the hotel. I drink my perfect coffee, and I collapse on the couch.
6:00 PM: Dinner. Too tired to move. Consider room service. Then I remind myself of the prices. Order takeout. Pizza. With extra cheese. Guilt consumed, devoured the entire pizza, and didn’t regret a single slice.
7:00 PM: Netflix and… sleep. That Gettysburg day was a marathon.
Day 3: Leaving, or, the Beauty of Doing Nothing
8:00 AM: Slightly less dread at breakfast. Remember the amazing coffee place? They're open and I know I am going there. I'm in no rush.
8:30 AM: That perfect coffee place is indeed open, I stop one last time.
9:00 -10:00 AM: The final packing scramble. The art of packing badly is my speciality. Stuff everything in, zip it up, hope for the best.
10:00 AM: Final hotel room assessment. Make sure I haven’t left anything vital. I grab my phone charger and head down to check out.
10:30 AM: Checkout. It was the most uneventful travel experience, that is the point. I’m heading home to my own bed. I’m looking forward to that more than anything.
11:00 AM: Head home.
Okay, so it wasn’t a perfect itinerary. There were probably too many audio tours, too much beige, and not enough spontaneous adventure. But it was real. It was me. And sometimes, that's enough. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to unpack (maybe) and avoid all human contact for the next 48 hours.
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Harrisburg Getaway: Your Dream (and My Slightly Messy) Stay at Residence Inn Carlisle! - FAQ's (and Rants)
Okay, Real Talk: Is this Residence Inn *really* worth the hype for a Harrisburg getaway? Asking for a slightly jaded friend (me).
Alright, alright, let's get this out of the way. Hype? Depends on your definition. Is it a five-star Ritz? Nope. Definitely not. Did it scratch that weekend itch and give me a place to crash after overdosing on... well, let's just say "Pennsylvania Dutch Country"? Absolutely.
My expectations were low, honestly. I'd Googled "Harrisburg hotels" and… well, let's just say some of the pictures looked like they were taken in the late 90s. But the Residence Inn Carlisle? It was *fine*. Clean-ish. The bed wasn't trying to kill me, which is a HUGE win in my book. But "hype"? I'd call it "reliably decent." And sometimes, that's all you need, right?
What's the deal with the breakfasts? Are they actually free and edible? Because, you know, hotel breakfasts...
Oh, the breakfast. The *breakfast*. Okay, buckle up, because this is where things get… real. Yes, it's free. Yes, it's... edible. But let's manage expectations, shall we? Think continental buffet meets, "we're doing our best, folks!"
The scrambled eggs. Oh, those scrambled eggs. I swear, they have a special machine designed to make them look…uniformly beige. They taste like... well, nothing. Like the culinary equivalent of beige. But hey, they're protein. You'll have to slather them in hot sauce, though. LOTS of hot sauce.
The waffles, on the other hand, were a surprisingly bright spot. I'm a sucker for a waffle. The machine was even vaguely cooperating, which is more than I can say for my own waffle skills. I may have had three… or four. Don’t judge me, I was on vacation!
The coffee? Standard hotel fare. Strong enough to wake you up, bitter enough to make you question your life choices. But hey, it’s free! And crucial after the aforementioned hot-sauce-and-beige-egg situation.
Speaking of food, what about the rooms? Are they comfy? Are they... clean? I have a bit of a thing about cleanliness, okay?
Alright, cleanliness... this is where I get a little... *twitchy*. I am generally easygoing, but a dirty room is a dealbreaker. My husband, bless his heart, just shrugs and says "Meh, close enough." I, on the other hand, start mentally scrubbing everything with bleach.
The room itself was… okay. The "kitchenette" (a microwave and a mini-fridge, basically) looked clean. The bathroom? Surprisingly clean! I did a *thorough* inspection, naturally. No rogue hairs, no lingering smells of… let's just say "previous occupants." HUGE win.
The bed? Comfy enough for a weekend. The pillows, however… I suspect they were filled with rocks. I spent the first night wrestling with them before giving up and using my sweatshirt as a pillow. But hey, at least the sheets *looked* clean. And that’s all I’m really asking for, at the end of the day.
Oh, and the couch? Let's just say I didn’t get too close to it. I'm pretty sure I saw some crumbs. (And the hotel's carpet? It was… carpet-y. You know? You *knew* it had been there a while and has seen things.)
Any recommendations for stuff to do around Harrisburg/Carlisle? What did *you* get up to? (Spill the tea!)
Alright, the fun stuff! Harrisburg and Carlisle are actually pretty fun, especially if you're into history (or pretend you are, like me).
First, let's talk Gettysburg. Yes, it's a bit of a drive, but it's basically a must-see. Prepare to be overwhelmed by the sheer scope of the battlefield. Prepare to cry (I did). Prepare to accidentally buy way too many Civil War souvenirs. And maybe, just maybe, watch a documentary beforehand, because you’ll feel REALLY stupid if you don’t.
After Gettysburg, we hit up the Pennsylvania State Capitol Building in Harrisburg. Wow. Just… wow. That building is gorgeous. Reminded me a bit of the Capitol in DC, but, you know, smaller and with less… political baggage. The tour was actually fascinating! Even for someone who usually rolls their eyes at history.
For food… well, the Pennsylvania Dutch Country is a MUST. I mean, pierogies? Schnitzel? Shoo-fly pie? Yes, please! Just be warned: your arteries will hate you. But your stomach? Your stomach will sing!
And finally… I'm a terrible person, but I have to admit I spent a *significant* amount of time at the outlet malls. Don't judge. There were deals to be had! I may or may not have bought three pairs of shoes. (They were on sale, okay?!)
What are the downsides? What did you *not* like about the Residence Inn? Be honest, I can take it.
Okay, honesty time. Nothing is perfect. And the Residence Inn, while "okay" (I keep circling back to "okay"), wasn’t without its quirks.
The biggest one? The noise. The walls seemed…thin. I could hear the delightful sound of other people's conversations (and, ahem, other activities) at all hours of the night. Bring earplugs. Seriously. Bring earplugs. Otherwise, you'll be fantasizing about the sweet, sweet silence of your own home.
The parking situation wasn't ideal, either. It was… adequate. But it could get crowded, especially on the weekends. I had to circle the lot a couple of times on Saturday night. (And my husband had a moment of road rage. Bless him.)
And, okay, the Wi-Fi. It was… spotty. I needed to work a bit (ugh), and it kept cutting out. Eventually, I just gave up. It just felt insulting. Like, for the price of the room, could they offer decent internet? Apparently not.
Would you stay there again? GIMME THE VERDICT!
Honestly? Probably. (Don’t tell my husband I said that, he's looking at other options!)
I may complain, but for the price and the location, it's a decent option. It's not luxury, but it's a clean-ish, reasonably comfortable place to crash. The breakfast, though… I might pack my own snacks next time. And *definitely* the earplugs.
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