Fairmont's Hidden Gem: Days Inn Review & Booking (WV)
The (Unfiltered) Lowdown on [Hotel Name] - My Slightly Chaotic Staycation
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your dry, corporate-speak review. This is real. I just got back from a stay at [Hotel Name], and let me tell you, it was a…journey. A rollercoaster of plush towels, questionable coffee, and my own personal existential crisis in a bathrobe. Let's dive in, shall we?
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Accessibility & Ease of Navigation:
Honestly? The accessibility was…decent. Wheelchair accessible? Yep, ramps and elevators were present. But, and this is a big but, navigating the sheer size of the place sometimes felt like an Olympic event. You know, that feeling of “whee, I made it to the elevators! Now, onwards to the other elevator to get to the spa!” It wasn’t bad, just…vast. Facilities for disabled guests were seemingly present, but I didn't have the need to test them fully.
The elevator was a life-saver, especially after that extra slice of cheesecake I had. Speaking of which…
On-Site Restaurants & Lounges - Fueling the Madness:
Okay, so the Restaurants and Bar situation…mixed bag. They had, like, a lot of choices. We're talking A la carte, Buffet in restaurant, Asian cuisine, International cuisine, Vegetarian restaurant, Western cuisine, Coffee/tea in restaurant, Poolside bar, and a Snack bar. It was overwhelming!
I might have gained a small country's worth of weight. I found myself lost in the Breakfast [buffet] every morning. The Asian breakfast was a treat, mostly because the congee reminded me of my grandma. The Coffee shop, on the other hand, was…well, let's just say I'm sticking to my instant coffee at home.
The Poolside bar was my happy place, though. Sipping a questionable margarita while watching people attempt synchronized swimming (or at least, trying not to drown) was peak vacation. And the Happy Hour? Let's just say my wallet wept a little.
Cleanliness & Safety - Did They Actually Sanitize?
This is the important part, right? In this post-plague world, I'm a germaphobe. And [Hotel Name] gets a solid B+ here. They had Anti-viral cleaning products listed everywhere. Daily disinfection in common areas. Hand sanitizer everywhere. And the staff, bless their hearts, were wearing masks. Felt secure, even though it was a little weird.
They had a whole raft of measures: Hygiene certification, Room sanitization opt-out available (which is nice!), Rooms sanitized between stays, Safe dining setup, Staff trained in safety protocol, and Sanitized kitchen and tableware items. They were really trying.
My one minor gripe? The Individually-wrapped food options at the breakfast buffet felt a bit… wasteful. But hey, better safe than sorry, right?
Things to Do & Ways to Relax - Spa Day or Bust!
Okay, this is where [Hotel Name] shined. Remember that existential crisis in the bathrobe? That's because I spent a whole day at the spa. And it was glorious. Absolutely, freakin' glorious.
Let's break it down: Spa, Spa/sauna, Sauna, Steamroom, Massage, Body scrub, Body wrap, Foot bath – the whole dang shebang! The Pool with view? Stunning. I nearly cried with joy.
I opted for a full-body massage. It was a little…intense. I may have yelped a few times. But oh, the knots they worked out! Worth every single penny. I left feeling like a new person. Seriously, I considered changing my name.
The Fitness center was present, but I'm pretty sure I just walked past it with a longing look. I figured that getting a workout while on vacation would only detract from the bliss of the spa.
Internet Access - The Tech Side
Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! Hallelujah! And it actually worked, unlike some other places. Internet, Internet [LAN] (didn't use it), Wi-Fi in public areas (also reliable). So, yeah, a win for connectivity. I was able to furiously check emails while avoiding actual work.
Rooms - Where the Magic (and Mild Annoyances) Happen
Okay, let's talk about the rooms. They have all the staples: Air conditioning, Air conditioning in public area, Alarm clock, Bathrobes, Bathtub, Blackout curtains, Closet, Coffee/tea maker, Complimentary tea, Daily housekeeping, Desk, Extra long bed, Free bottled water, Hair dryer, High floor, In-room safe box, Ironing facilities (thank god!), Laptop workspace, Linens, Mini bar, Non-smoking, Private bathroom, Reading light, Refrigerator, Satellite/cable channels, Seating area, Separate shower/bathtub, Shower, Slippers, Smoke detector, Socket near the bed, Sofa, Soundproofing, Telephone, Toiletries, Towels, Wake-up service, Wi-Fi [free], Window that opens.
My room was generally nice, though it felt a bit…sterile. Like a fancy hotel showroom. The Bed was comfortable, but not the cloud-like experience I secretly dream of. The Bathroom? Perfectly functional, but nothing to write home about. I took a bath, because, you know, vacation.
Services & Conveniences - A Mix of the Useful & the…Less So
[Hotel Name] offers a slew of extras, including: 24-hour front desk, Concierge, Cash withdrawal, Cashless payment service, Laundry service, Invoice provided, Doorman, Elevator, Luggage storage, Dry cleaning, Food delivery, Doctor/nurse on call (thankfully, I didn't need this!), Currency exchange and Gift/souvenir shop.
The Concierge was fantastic, helping me book a few excursions (I'll probably write a separate rambling review about those). The Dry cleaning came in clutch after a disastrous spill of…well, let's just say it involved red wine.
For the Kids - Family Friendly or Just…Tolerant?
They had some dedicated areas for children. Family/child friendly is what it said. Babysitting service was available (I didn't use it, thank goodness). Kids facilities (I peeked, they looked… adequate). They also offered Kids meal.
Getting Around - Transportation Options
The Airport transfer was smooth and easy. The Car park [free of charge] was also a massive plus. They also had Car park [on-site], Taxi service, and Valet parking. I felt zero need to rent a car, everything was accessible by walking.
The Quirks, The Imperfections, The Raw Truth:
Okay, now for the juicy stuff.
- The elevator situation. Seriously. More elevators should be a thing. Less walking.
- The coffee at the buffet. Needs improvement.
- That one time a rogue pool float nearly took me out. (Not the hotel's fault, but still.)
- The sheer number of options. My indecisiveness was in overdrive.
- The price tag. It's a luxury hotel, I made a sacrifice
Overall - The Verdict
Would I go back? Probably, yes. The spa alone is worth it! Just give me better coffee, fewer elevators, a smaller buffet, and consider the amount of steps the guests should walk. It was a solid stay, a good one, and it gave me a real vacation. I recommend it.
Final Rating: 4 out of 5 stars. (Minus one star for the coffee. And the rogue pool float. And the slightly overwhelming buffet.)
Escape to Paradise: Seffner Inn & Suites Awaits in Thonotosassa!
Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because we're about to dive headfirst into the whirlwind that is… a trip to Fairmont, West Virginia. Specifically, the Days Inn by Wyndham – hold that thought, because "Wyndham" already sounds more fancy than this trip deserves – in White Hall. Prepare for a rollercoaster of emotions, questionable decisions, and the distinct scent of stale coffee. Let's GO!
Day 1: Arrival and the Great Motel Odyssey (Plus, Existential Dread)
- 1:00 PM - Arrival at Fairmont/White Hall (WV): The car… well, let's just say it made it. My trusty steed, a beat-up Honda with more miles than I care to admit, grumbled its way into the Days Inn parking lot. First impressions? Let's say it's… functional. The building itself is a beige rectangle, existing in a state of perpetual twilight. The air smelled faintly of chlorine and regret. I checked in, the woman behind the counter, bless her heart, looked like she'd seen things. Things that maybe I didn't want to know.
- 1:30 PM - Room Inspection (Emphasis on 'Inspection'): Okay, room time. The key card almost worked (a struggle I'd repeat throughout the stay). The doorknob was a little loose, which, you know, added a certain je ne sais quoi of vulnerability. Inside… well, it was a room. A room with two double beds, a slightly stained carpet that probably held secrets of its own, and a TV that looked like it predated cable. BUT! The AC worked. Tiny victory. My biggest, unspoken concern was the cleanliness of the bathroom. I took a deep breath, and began the tedious process of wiping down every surface with the single lysol wipe I could find, fearing what I didn't understand.
- 2:00 PM - Bathroom Battle (Again): The bathroom. Oh, the bathroom. The toilet flushed, but with a sound that could wake the dead. The shower head dribbled more than it sprayed. The towels felt… scratchy. I'm not a fancy person but this was a little too rustic. Still, I told myself I'd survive. I had to. I didn't have a choice! I was here.
- 3:00 PM - First Local Eats (aka, "Where's My Comfort Food?"): I braved the local scene, and the only viable option was…okay, I won't tell you the name of the place, but let's suffice it to say the food was not the attraction. To be fair, they were trying. The "steak" was… well, it existed. The fries were okay. The waitress was sweet. It was an experience… of a sort.
- 5:00 PM - Evening of Mild Entertainment: Back to the motel. TV time. The local channels were a mix of infomercials, church services, and old reruns. I flicked between them until my brain felt properly scrambled. I'm not sure I learned anything of value, but I did feel slightly less alone.
- 7:00 PM - The Bed, the Friend: I crashed. The bed was… functional. I'll leave it at that.
Day 2: Local Adventures and (hopefully not) Local Disasters
- 8:00 AM - The Breakfast Bar (aka, the Land of Mystery Meat): Okay, the Days Inn breakfast was… an experience. "Continental breakfast" doesn't even begin to describe it. There were some questionable pastries, lukewarm coffee that tasted vaguely of sadness, and a selection of fruit that looked like it had been picked last Tuesday. I stuck with the pre-packaged muffin (a safe choice, I thought).
- 9:00 AM - Scenic Drive (and the Joy of Being Lost): I decided to be adventurous and go for a scenic drive, I got lost. Very lost. The roads were winding, the hills were steep, and my GPS was, shall we say, unreliable. I may have ended up in someone's backyard (apologies if I did). Eventually, I found my way back to civilization, slightly frazzled, but alive.
- 12:00 PM - The "Must-See" Attraction: Let's just say Fairmont doesn't exactly have a ton of attractions. I did manage to locate something to see. It was… fine. I won't reveal what it was. I'll let your imagination be your guide. Is it pretty? Did I learn something? Am I a better person? I guess the answer is technically yes, but the experience was nothing I would write home about.
- 2:00 PM: Local Diner, Again. If this was a movie, this is where the plot would start to thicken. I'll admit, I'm a creature of habit, and the closest place I can think of is…that local spot, but the company was better than before. A local woman and her daughter, who had the kindest eyes. We spoke and I learned more about Fairmont than I ever thought I would. The conversation was warm, and for a second I felt like I understood what it means to live in this town.
- 5:00 PM - The Netflix Vortex (and the realization I forgot to pack a book): Back at the Days Inn. More TV. This time, I fell into the abyss of Netflix. Time melted away. I may or may not have watched an entire season of something. The lack of a physical book was deeply felt, despite the TV.
- 7:00 PM - Dinner and Deep Thoughts (about laundry): The dinner situation was similar to yesterday, but I was too tired to care much. My biggest concern at this point was the laundry. My clothes were starting to smell. Ah, the glamor.
Day 3: The Escape (and the bittersweet taste of freedom)
- 8:00 AM - The Last Breakfast (Pray for Me): Another round of the Days Inn breakfast. I ate the muffin again. I made peace with it.
- 9:00 AM - Packing, Cleaning, and the Final Goodbye: I packed up my things, wiped down the surfaces (again), and surveyed the damage. I left the room better than I found it, maybe a small victory in an otherwise unremarkable battle.
- 10:00 AM - The Great Escape: I checked out. The woman at the front desk smiled. Maybe she was happy to see me go. Maybe she wasn’t. But I was happy to leave.
- 10:30 AM - The Exit (and the promise of a real shower): The car started without too much complaint. I hit the road. The open road, a real bed, a properly functioning shower. I'll survive.
- 12:00 PM - One Last Thought: Fairmont, West Virginia. You were… an experience. A messy, imperfect, slightly depressing experience. But hey, at least I have a story.
Final Assessment:
Would I go back to the Days Inn in White Hall, WV? Probably not. Would I recommend it? Probably not. But did I survive? Yes. And that, my friends, is the important thing. This entire experience was a reminder that travel isn't always glamorous, and that sometimes the best experiences are the weird ones, even if they are just experiences of the soul. Now, that deserves a drink (and maybe a long, hot shower).
Montreal's BEST Downtown Hotel? (Residence Inn Review!)
Okay, so... What *is* this thing, anyway? And why should *I* care?
Alright, alright, let's just rip off the band-aid. This... this *thing* is basically a FAQ. You know, Frequently Asked Questions? Except, hopefully, a *lot* less dry. I'm trying to answer some common questions about... life, the universe, and everything, probably, but honestly, I'm still figuring it out. Why should you care? Well, maybe you shouldn't. Maybe I'm just rambling. But if you're feeling a bit lost, a bit... human, then maybe, just maybe, you'll find a nugget of something that resonates. Or maybe you'll just laugh at my utter ineptitude. Either way, welcome. I think?
Hold up. So, is this like... a blog? Or a therapy session? Because I'm not sure I signed up for either.
Good question! Honestly, you're probably right to be suspicious. It *kind of* feels like a blog, but with less pretty formatting and more existential dread. And the therapy... well, let's just say I'm definitely working through some stuff. My therapist would probably *love* this. (She might also recommend I stop.) Think of it as… an unstructured, unfiltered brain dump. Maybe a controlled stream-of-consciousness... or a total train wreck. You decide which. Don't expect perfectly crafted prose; expect honesty, even if that honesty is a little… rambly.
Okay, so, *who* are you, exactly? Like, are you a robot? A sentient bagel? Please tell me you’re not a corporate shill.
I am NOT a bagel. Though, I am *very* fond of a good everything bagel. As for the robot thing... let's just say I'm still being wired. Not really. As for corporate shill... Ugh, please no. I'm just . . . me. Which is, as you may have gathered, a bit of a hot mess. I got the idea to do this on a particularly long day after a cat nap. I don’t think I'm going to tell you everything, it’s a little too much, I'm still working through things to be honest.
What’s the deal with this "stream-of-consciousness" thing? Sounds… exhausting.
You're not wrong. It *is* exhausting. For me, at least. But hey, life is exhausting, right? The stream-of-consciousness thing is basically me letting my brain just… *flow*. No editing, no filters, just… whatever pops into my head. It means the answer can be pretty random, it may bounce around quite a bit. I might go off on a tangent about, say, the existential dread of folding laundry (it's a real thing, trust me), or maybe I'll randomly start craving pizza. The point is: it won't be boring. (Probably.)
You mentioned emotional reactions. Are you going to cry? Get angry? What’s the deal?
Oh, honey, get ready. Yes, there's a high chance of tears. Maybe some righteous anger if I'm feeling particularly fired up about something (like, say, slow walkers on busy sidewalks or people who chew with their mouths open). But mostly, I'm just trying to be real. And being real means acknowledging the full spectrum of human emotions. So, expect laughter, frustration, confusion, possibly some moments of quiet contemplation… and definitely some self-deprecating humor. It’s all part of the beautiful, messy package.
OK, let's get to the nitty gritty. What are you *really* going to talk about?
Honestly? I don’t know yet. Maybe relationships, work, finding a good cup of coffee (a big one), the meaning of life as if I know it, or any combination of all of the above. I could change my mind at any moment, and there is nothing I can do about it. I might delve into those little moments that make up a life. The things that feel huge, but no one else seems to care about. The things that are… undeniably and wonderfully human. Maybe I'll explore the sheer, unadulterated *weirdness* of being alive. Or maybe I will just continue to ramble. But if I am being honest with you, the idea right now is to talk about everything.
Are you planning on being honest? Like, *actually* honest?
That’s the plan! Radical honesty is the goal. I mean, I'm not going to spill all my darkest secrets *immediately* (baby steps, people), but I'm not going to sugarcoat things. If I'm sad, I'll say it. If I'm confused, I'll admit it. If I'm feeling optimistic, good for me. And maybe, just maybe, by being brutally honest with *you* (and, let's be real, with *myself*), I can actually gain some understanding. So yeah, I'm probably going to be more honest than I am comfortable with. Which is probably why this is a terrible idea. But hey, what's life without a little bit of risky?
Do you have any plans to evolve as this goes on?
Yeah, probably. Hopefully. If I were to bet, I would have to say this evolves, one way or the other. I'm not sure in what direction. Maybe I'll get my act together? Maybe I'll get *worse* (I wouldn't rule that out). Maybe, just maybe, I'll actually get *better*? Who knows! I’m just along for the ride at this point, my intentions as unclear as the future. I learn as I go.
What if I don't agree with you?
That’s perfectly fine! Seriously. Disagreement is great. It means you're thinking. It means you're not a brain-dead zombie. If you disagree, tell me! Leave a comment. Argue with me. Throw virtual tomatoes. This is supposed to be a conversation (sort of). Just try to be civil, or don't. I can take it. Also? I’m probably wrong about a lot of things. I am human. I will probably be glad to hear your point of view.
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