Calgary Airport Marriott: Your Perfect Stay Awaits!
The [Hotel Name] Review: A Chaotic Dive into Luxury (with a Dash of Humility)
Okay, buckle up Buttercups, because I'm about to spill the tea, the coffee, and maybe even the lukewarm water from the "free bottled water" in my room (more on that later) about my stay at the [Hotel Name]. This isn't some perfectly polished corporate brochure, this is real. I'm talking sweatpants, scrambled eggs, and the unvarnished truth about whether or not this place actually lives up to the hype.
SEO & Metadata? Yeah, Yeah. But First, Coffee.
Before we get bogged down in keywords, let's be honest: I needed a caffeine fix bad. So, let's start with the basics…the things I actually cared about, like…
- Internet: Okay, so "Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!" is a MAJOR selling point, and it did work. Mostly. Sometimes. Actually, I spent a solid hour in the lobby because the Wi-Fi in my room decided to take a vacation (this is where the "Internet – LAN" comes in handy, I guess, if I'd brought an ethernet cable, which, of course, I didn't). The "Wi-Fi in public areas" was generally better, but don't expect to stream Netflix flawlessly.
- Coffee/tea in restaurant/Coffee shop/Breakfast [buffet]: Thank GOD for the coffee shop. Seriously. They had decent lattes and pastries that got me through some rough mornings. The "Asian breakfast" was… adventurous… or maybe just not my cup of tea, literally. The "Breakfast [buffet]" was vast, but sometimes the food sat a little too long under those warming lights. But hey, options! That counts for something, right?
Now, on to the Accessibility stuff. This is crucial, and I'm going to be extra thorough here because it matters.
- Wheelchair accessible/Facilities for disabled guests/Elevator: The hotel claims to be wheelchair accessible, and they do have an elevator, which is a huge plus. However, I didn't personally test this (I'm mobile), and I'd be curious to hear a firsthand account from someone with mobility needs. I saw ramps and wider doorways, but accessibility is more than just that. (This ties into "Exterior corridor," which also has accessibility implications).
- Accessibility of On-site restaurants / lounges: I felt like I saw a ramp or two in the restaurants, but honestly, I can't say for sure if any of the restaurants are 100% accessible. I was too busy stuffing my face with pastries.
Cleanliness and Safety: The COVID-19 Edition
Let’s be real, the world’s a bit different these days. So, how did the [Hotel Name] fare in the age of hand sanitizer and social distancing?
- Anti-viral cleaning products/Daily disinfection in common areas/Rooms sanitized between stays/Hand sanitizer/Staff trained in safety protocol: They tried. I saw hand sanitizer dispensers EVERYWHERE. They had some signs indicating "Professional-grade sanitizing services," which is reassuring. I did see staff cleaning tables and surfaces, which was good. Did I see everything being sanitized flawlessly? Probably not. Did it feel safer than a pre-COVID-19 hotel? Absolutely.
- Physical distancing of at least 1 meter/Safe dining setup: They spaced out tables in the restaurants (mostly). The "Buffet in restaurant" was handled with varying degrees of success. They tried to have staff serve the food, but it sometimes got a bit… chaotic. People were trying to maintain distance, but it wasn’t always perfect.
- Individually-wrapped food options/Sanitized kitchen and tableware items: I definitely spotted a few individually wrapped pastries. The cutlery looked clean, but again, I'm not a health inspector.
- Room sanitization opt-out available: I didn't see this explicitly advertised, but I always have a "Do Not Disturb" sign up anyway.
The Room: My Temporary Kingdom (with a Few Quirks)
Okay, let's talk about my room. This is where things got interesting.
- Room Features to make me feel awesome: It was a non-smoking room (thank goodness) with "Air conditioning," "Blackout curtains," and a "Private bathroom". Also, "Free Wi-Fi" (see previous rant). The "Bed" was comfy, with "Extra long" if you're long.
- The Little Things (and the Slightly Annoying Ones): The "Bathrobes" were plush, which was delightful. The "Coffee/tea maker" was a lifesaver. The "Mini bar" was… present (and expensive, but that's a given).
- The Water Woes: Now, about that "Free bottled water." They did give me a couple of small bottles. But one day, I arrived back to my room and there was ONE bottle. ONE. This is where "Free" gets a little… questionable. I mean, I could have asked for more, but frankly, I was too busy wrestling with the Wi-Fi.
- The Bathroom Situation: The "Separate shower/bathtub" setup was great for unwinding after a long day. The "Toiletries" included the standard hotel fare.
- The View and the Noise: I was on a high floor which was good, but if I went to the window, I could hear more of the sounds of the busy city than I would like, which meant I sometimes used the "Soundproofing" and "Blackout curtains" to my advantage.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: Fueling the Adventure
- Restaurants/Bar/Poolside bar/Room service [24-hour]/Coffee/tea in restaurant/Snack bar: As mentioned, there's a coffee shop (yay!). There's a "Bar" (I didn't spend any time there). The "Poolside bar" was nice for a drink. The "Room service [24-hour]" was a lifesaver for my late night snack attacks. The restaurants offer international cuisine (mixed bag of quality).
- Food Quality: I did eat at a couple of the restaurants, and the quality varied. The "A la carte in restaurant" was better than the buffet, in my opinion. Honestly, it wasn't the best food I've ever had, but it was generally acceptable, especially after a long day of sightseeing.
- The Vegetarian Restaurant: If you're vegetarian, you're in luck!
- Alternative Meal Arrangement/Breakfast takeaway service: I didn't need these services.
Things to Do/Ways to Relax: Beyond the Bed
- The Spa: I did NOT get a "Body scrub" or "Body wrap," but I did use the "Sauna" and "Steamroom." The "Spa" area itself was beautiful and relaxing. It's the one area where the hotel actually felt truly luxurious to me.
- Pool with View/Swimming pool [outdoor]: The "Swimming pool [outdoor]" was another highlight. The water was cool and refreshing, and the view was stunning.
- Fitness center/Gym/fitness: I skipped the "Fitness center" because I'm lazy.
- "Things to do" around the hotel: This is where the hotel fell a little short for me. There's no mention of what to do which makes me think the hotel isn't really a location to relax at.
Services and Conveniences: The Fine Print
- Concierge: The "Concierge" staff was generally helpful and friendly.
- Laundry service/Dry cleaning/Ironing service: I needed the "Laundry service" (I travel light), and it was efficient.
- Convenience store: I did see a "convenience store" as well.
- Cash withdrawal/Currency exchange: Didn't use.
- Other things that were just there: elevator, luggage storage, doorman, safe depsoit boxes, etc.
For the Kids:
- Babysitting service/Family/child friendly/Kids facilities/Kids meal: I didn't "test" any of these things, so can't really speak to their quality.
Getting Around:
- Airport transfer/Taxi service: I used the "Airport transfer" service, which was smooth and convenient, if a little pricey. The taxis would be more of an affordable option.
- Car park [free of charge]/Car park [on-site]/Valet parking: I did not use this service as I was using public transportation.
- Bicycle parking: Seems there is none.
Final Verdict (and a Little Vent)
So, is the [Hotel Name] perfect? Absolutely not. But is it a decent place to stay? For the most part, yes. It has its flaws, and I’m being honest about them. The Wi-Fi issues
Charlotte Airport's BEST Kept Secret: Courtyard Marriott LoSo Review!
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because we're about to embark on a disaster… I mean, adventure at the Courtyard by Marriott Calgary Airport. And let me tell you, I thrive in chaos. This itinerary? It's more of a suggestion, a rough guideline… a desperate plea to avoid total vacation annihilation. Here goes nothing:
Day 1: Arrival (and the Sweet Taste of Airport Mildew)
- 12:00 PM (ish) - Arrival & Disappointment, Calgary Style: Landed in Calgary. Already grumpy. The flight was delayed (surprise!), and I swear the air on the plane was thick with… old cheese and existential dread. Gather luggage – which always feels like wrestling a rabid badger – and stumble through the terminal.
- 1:00 PM - Shuttle Shenanigans: Thank GOD for the free airport shuttle. My internal monologue is already screaming about the potential for a broken down, a wrong turn, or a chatty driver. Of course, my shuttle driver is a font of local knowledge, regaling me with tales of Calgary's '88 Winter Olympics and the surprisingly aggressive local geese. I try pretending I'm listening, but mostly I'm just praying for arrival.
- 1:30 PM - Check-in & Room Rage (Mild): Finally! At the Courtyard. The lobby is… fine. Functional. But the air conditioning is clearly locked in a battle to the death with the outside Canadian air, I can already smell the faint hint of chlorine, and the receptionist has the polite smile of someone who's witnessed too much airport drama. Check-in is efficient, and I even get a room on the "quiet side." (Spoiler: There's no quiet side in a hotel near an airport). I discover the room is… you know… a hotel room.
- 2:00 PM - Room Reconnaissance & Existential Crisis: Okay, first things first: Bed check. Yep, it’s a bed. Check. Remote works. TV's on. But why is the carpet slightly… sticky? And the view? Oh, the view. A parking lot. Joy. Start the unpacking, with the usual internal debate about whether to fully unpack or just live out of my suitcase like a nomadic cockroach. I always feel the familiar pang of travel melancholy as I unpack, which is just me feeling deeply human.
- 2:30 PM - The Great Caffeine Quest: The free coffee in the lobby is… well, it’s coffee. But it's not the kind that inspires poetry, so I consider a mad dash for a real latte. But the thought of venturing back into the airport environment fills me with dread. And so, the caffeine quest is delayed.
- 3:00 PM - The Pool Debacle (or, How I Got Sunburned Indoors): I’d been promised a pool – an indoor pool, mind you – to wash away the travel blues. I threw on my swimsuit (that I'd totally remembered to pack, obviously). Arrived at the pool. It was… a pool. The water tasted suspiciously of chlorine, and the air was thick with the smell of artificial tropical paradise. And the sun? Apparently, they were using it in some sort of new light-based torture method for the unsuspecting. I lasted approximately 15 minutes before retreating back to the relative safety of my room. I’m now sporting a suspicious lobster-like glow.
- 6:00 PM - Dinner Attempts & Airport Food Regret: I was starving. The hotel restaurant? Expensive, and the menu descriptions sound remarkably ambitious for a hotel restaurant. After circling the airport, I wind up at a generic chain restaurant. It was… edible. But the kind of edible that makes you question your life choices.
- 8:00 PM - Restless Night: Try and sleep. Fail. The constant roar of jet engines and the rhythmic hum of the AC are a symphony of wakefulness. This hotel's pillows are the enemy. They are actively trying to suffocate me.
Day 2: Calgary Craziness (Or, The Day I Almost Became a Local)
- 7:00 AM - Breakfast of Champions (or, Regret): The hotel breakfast buffet is… well, it’s there. The scrambled eggs look suspiciously yellow. The coffee is better, but not by much. I eat a waffle, then feel a wave of shame wash over me. I'm already falling into a travel rut.
- 8:00 AM - The Calgary Stampede Dreams (And Their Implosion): I decided, against my usual travel instincts, to actually do some sightseeing. I'd heard whispers about the Calgary Stampede. I dreamt big, of cowboy hats, of rodeo, of the glorious wildness I'd find.
- 9:00 AM - The Journey Begins: Boarded the bus. The bus was the best option which did not involve me driving, which would be a disaster, as I was already running late.
- 11:00 AM - Stampede Disappointment: We arrived. I walked the grounds. I’d expected a thrilling spectacle. What I got was… crowds. And overpriced carnival food. And… more crowds. The cowboys looked tired, I had no idea what was going on during the show, and I got splashed with something that may or may not be manure.
- 1:00 PM - Lunch & Contemplation: Found a quiet cafe in the city. Ordered a sandwich. Stared out the window and questioned all my life choices. Maybe solo travel isn't for me.
- 2:00 PM - Retail Therapy (Desperation Edition): Shopped. Bought a t-shirt that says "I survived the Calgary Stampede." Proof!
- 5:00 PM - Return To The Hotel: Back to the familiar, depressing comfort of my room.
- 6:00 PM - Restaurant Fiasco, Part 2: Dinner at a pub, full of locals. I try to blend in. Fail spectacularly. Order the "local favorite." It's… interesting.
- 8:00 PM - Room, Sleep, Repeat: Another night of hotel misery. The jet lag is kicking in, which means I'm either wide awake at 3 AM or comatose at dinner.
Day 3: Departure (Thank God!)
- 7:00 AM - The Last Breakfast: One last, sad buffet experience. This time, I skipped the waffle.
- 8:00 AM - Packing Pandemonium: The art of packing. Actually, the art of trying to cram everything back into your suitcase without exploding. I hate this.
- 9:00 AM - The Shuttle Saga (Take 2): The shuttle arrives on time, and the driver is the same! He tells me about the upcoming snow. I try smiling convincingly.
- 10:00 AM - Airport Armageddon: The airport is even more chaotic than I remember. Lines everywhere. Check-in is a nightmare. I nearly miss my flight, but somehow make it to the gate.
- 1:00 PM - Departure: On the plane. Away from Calgary. Goodbye, weird hotel. Goodbye, underwhelming Stampede. Goodbye, airport mildews!
- 1:30 PM - Onward: The plane takes off. I close my eyes, and sigh with relief. The trip isn't over, but… it's over there.
P.S. I'd go back. But maybe next time, I'll bring earplugs. And a hazmat suit.
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Okay, so, what *is* [Subject] supposed to be *about*? Like, the *point*?
Alright, deep breath. The *point* of [Subject]... well, that's a loaded question, isn't it? It’s like asking what’s the point of breathing! (See, already off-track). I guess, at its core, [Subject] is about [brief, general, non-specific answer, like "connection," or "survival," or "finding inner peace"]. I *think*. Honestly, some days I feel like it's just an excuse to [quirky action related to the subject, like "drink coffee and stare out the window," or "argue with strangers on the internet," or "avoid doing the dishes"]. It’s a messy, uncomfortable truth, and that's really *part* of [Subject]. Doesn’t help understanding it much, does it? Let's move on...
Do I *need* to know how to [specific skill related to Subject] to get started? Because I'm already intimidated.
Need? Nah. *Want*? Probably, eventually. Look, when I started [related anecdote, say, "trying to knit," or "learning to code," or "attempting to bake a decent loaf of bread"], I was a complete disaster. My first attempt at [specific action relating to subject], was… a tragedy. Utter, unmitigated, yarn-tangled, code-breaking, burnt-crusted *mess*. I wanted to chuck the whole thing out the window! Seriously. I almost gave up. But, and here's the secret, you gotta be bad at it...at *first*. Embrace the suck! You'll learn as you go. Seriously, don't let the people who *look* like they know what they're doing scare you. They probably messed up a bunch to get good too. Now, if you ask me if *I* can [specific skill], the answer is still a qualified "sort of," but hey, I'm still doing it!
Okay, but *why* is [Subject] so popular/controversial/weird/complicated?
Ooh, THIS is a fun one! Okay, so, [Subject] is popular/controversial/weird/complicated because… insert *opinionated* and *messy* explanation. For example, if the subject is "social media," I might say "because it's both a brilliant tool for connection and a cesspool of performative... stuff. Everyone loves it because of [specific benefit, like "the ease of sharing photos"]. Yet, it simultaneously fuels this deep-seated insecurity. I get sucked in too. I’ll be scrolling, seeing everyone’s 'perfect' lives, feeling this ugly green monster of envy... then I'm like, "Why am I doing this to myself?!" It's a dopamine trap! But, I still do it. It's like a really bad relationship you can't quite break up with. The algorithm *knows* me.
Where can I find resources to learn more about [Subject]? Is there like...a handbook or something?
Ah, the quest for knowledge! Okay, so, handbooks? Maybe. But the *real* resources...oh, they're a tangled, glorious mess. First, let's ditch the idea of a single, definitive guide. No such thing. I'd recommend... [list of resources, books, websites, communities, but with some caveats and personality-driven recommendations]. For example, instead of just listing books, I'd say, "I found 'The [Book Title]' to be... well, it got me started. It’s a bit dry, but it's a good foundation. Just don’t expect it to be the be-all, end-all. I actually prefer [other resource, like a YouTube channel], because the guy is just...*fun*. He screws up all the time, and it makes me feel less awful about screwing up! And, more importantly, it’ll cost you time, money, and probably some sleep. But hey, that's part of the journey, right?
Are there any *common mistakes* I should avoid when starting [subject]? I *really* don't want to screw this up.
Oh, honey, you *will* screw it up. Everyone does! And that's okay, really. But, okay, some *less* desirable pitfalls... [List of common mistakes, but framed in a relatable, slightly self-deprecating way]. For example, if it's about "gardening," I might advise "Don't overwater! I *killed* a perfectly good basil plant because I thought, 'More water = faster growth!' Nope. It rotted. Don’t be me. Secondly, don’t expect instant results. It's not a microwave meal! Expect a long-term relationship with dirt, bugs, and disappointment. Accept the mess. The mess is key. And, whatever you do, don't listen to those gardening gurus who say they do it perfectly! They're probably lying. Or they're not you! They're not working with *your* limitations."
What's the *best* thing about [Subject]? Tell me something to get me excited!
Ugh, the *best* thing? Hmm. This is tough, because every aspect of [Subject] has something to scream about. Okay, okay… the best thing… [describe a positive and emotionally driven response]. The best thing *for me*, the thing that keeps me coming back, is… the *feeling* of… [describe a feeling, like "creative flow," or "overcoming a challenge," or "community"]. For example, if the subject is "writing," I’d say something like "The best thing is when your brain decides it's going to *work*. You start moving words around, and it's like… pure magic. Days I hit that zone? I'm practically floating! That feeling, that connection, that's the drug. That's why I keep going, even when the rejection letters pile up and my inner critic screams, 'You're wasting your time!' It’s worth it - for *that* feeling! And even on days it's not worth it: because it's *mine*.
Any *specific advice* for someone who's feeling overwhelmed or discouraged by [Subject]? I'm about to throw in the towel.
Overwhelmed? Discouraged? Honey, that's the *entire* journey! Okay, deep breaths. Here's the deal: First, give yourself permission to be bad at it. Totally, utterly *awful*. Second, find other people who are also struggling. Misery *loves* company...and it actually helps! Find a community (online, in-person, whatever) where you can commiserate. Knowing you're not alone is *huge*. Third? Take *breaks*. Step away. Do somethingWallet Friendly Stay
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