
Escape to Paradise: Kingsland's Best Kept Secret (La Quinta Inn & Suites)
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because we're about to dive HEADFIRST into a review. Forget the perfectly polished brochures, the carefully curated Instagram feeds - we're going raw, real, and maybe a little bit rambling. I stayed at this place recently, and let me tell you, it was a journey. I’m going to try to touch on everything, even the stuff I barely noticed. Yeah, that's the plan… we'll try to be comprehensive, but no promises I won't wander off on a tangent about the sheer absurdity of hotel bathrobes.
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First Impressions & Crucial Stuff (Accessibility, Internet, Cleanliness, Safety - the "Must-Haves")
Right, before we get lost in the fluff, let's slam down the important stuff. Accessibility? Okay, here's the deal (and this is where things can start to get messy, because my memory is… a work in progress):
- Wheelchair Accessible: They said it was, but honestly, navigating the outer areas was… a bit of a workout. Some ramps felt like they had a steeper angle than Everest. More on this later, because this is the kind of thing that really affects people. I'm just not sure how much, unfortunately.
- Elevator: Yep, got one. Phew, because I would have been screwed.
- Facilities for disabled guests: Didn't see any specific signage. Now, I didn't need any, but it does bring up whether I'd recommend this to my friend who has mobility issues. I'd say…. it depends.
- Internet: Free Wi-Fi in what rooms? ALL OF THEM! Thank the heavens. And it actually worked. (I've seen some hotel Wi-Fi that’s slower than a snail in molasses.) There was also LAN, for the old-schoolers.
- Cleanliness & Safety: This is where they tried to shine.
- Anti-viral cleaning products: Check.
- Daily disinfection: Check.
- Hand sanitizer: Yep, everywhere, like little green sentinels against the germ hordes.
- Rooms sanitized: Apparently. Did it feel sterile? Not really. More like… clean, but still lived-in. If that even makes sense.
- Staff trained in safety protocol: Could have been, maybe. I'm generally wary.
- Physical distancing: They tried with the tables/sofa etc., and some areas seemed fine, others… not so much.
- And the all-important Hot water linen and laundry washing: Yup, that's a good thing.
Okay, deep breath. Accessibility is a mixed bag and needs serious evaluation. But, good score on Internet and the cleaning efforts. Now, where do we go from here… ah yes!
The Room: My Temporary Prison… Er, Sanctuary
Okay, the room. Ah, the room. My little haven… and prison. Let's break it down, because honestly, I spent a LOT of time in there.
- Air conditioning: Thank GOD. Tropical heat, no AC? Forget about it.
- Bed: Comfortable enough. Nothing to write home about, but I slept. That's all that matters.
- Bathrobes: Sigh. The hotel bathrobe. Always the same. A scratchy, slightly too-small, cotton abomination. Why are they always so… meh? I'm getting sidetracked. Anyway.
- Bathroom: Decent. Clean. The essentials were there. (Shampoo, conditioner, the usual suspects). Oh, and an extra loo was a nice touch! Made bathroom sharing easier.
- Blackout curtains: Crucial for a good night's sleep.
- Free bottled water: Always appreciated. Hydration is key.
- Desk: Needed. I worked.
- Hair dryer: Yes.
- In-room safe box: Checked, but did I use it? Nope.
- Mini-bar: Priced to make you cry. And maybe the little ice-cream snacks, but I can't confirm.
- Non-smoking: Good.
- Reading light: Nice touch.
- Seating area: Meh.
- Slippers: Okay, nice.
- Wi-Fi [free]: Again, worked.
Okay, room: solid, nothing amazing. BUT… it was… adequate.
Dining, Drinking, & Snacking: Fueling the Adventure (or, more accurately, filling the void)
Alright, food. This is a big one. Where do I even begin?
- Restaurants: Several. Several.
- Breakfast [buffet]: Ah, the buffet. A beautiful/terrifying land of endless possibilities…and the occasional questionable sausage link.
- Asian breakfast: Yep.
- Western breakfast: Yup.
- Coffee shop: Yes, thank the caffeine gods.
- Room service: 24 hours, which is ideal.
- Poolside bar: Always a good time.
- Desserts: Present AND accounted for.
The food itself? It was… hotel food. Pretty standard, honestly. A few dishes were surprisingly good. Some, not so much. But hey, at least there's variety.
And the Happy Hour? Always a good time.
Things to Do & Ways to Relax: Spa Days and Gym Fails
Well, I’ll be honest, this is where I mostly failed.
- Spa: Yes. I did the spa. Loved the sauna. And spent way too long in the steam room. Felt like I could breathe again.
- Massage: Worth it. Definitely book one. And do it again.
- Swimming pool: The outdoor pool was pretty sweet! The view from the pool was even better.
- Fitness center: …I saw it. I’m sure it was fine, but I'm pretty sure I spent more time looking at it.
Services and Conveniences: The Little Extras (and the occasional head-scratcher)
- Concierge: Helpful.
- Doorman: There.
- Daily housekeeping: Yay for clean sheets.
- Dry cleaning/laundry: Good to have the option.
- Luggage storage: Yep.
- Cash withdrawal: Can't live without it.
- Gift shop: Standard stuff.
- Meeting facilities: I didn't use them, but they were there.
- Elevator: Yep!
For the Kids & Family-Friendly Stuff:
- Babysitting: Listed.
- Family/child friendly: Seems to be.
- Kids facilities, Kids meal: All present.
Getting Around (and the inevitable airport chaos):
- Airport transfer: Yes. Which was good.
- Car park: On-site.
My Big, Fat Opinion (and the Verdict):
Okay. So… would I recommend this place? It depends. For a short stay? Yes. For a longer vacation? Maybe. The accessibility needs serious work. And the food, while plentiful, wasn’t exactly Michelin-star material. But the cleanliness, the decent Wi-Fi, the spa… they all add up.
It's a solid hotel. Not perfect, but perfectly fine. And sometimes, fine is enough.
(Meta-review complete. Now, time for a nap…)
Rochester's Hidden Gem: Baymont by Wyndham Henrietta Review (You Won't Believe This!)
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this itinerary is less "polished travel brochure" and more "slightly frantic human trying to enjoy a weekend at the La Quinta in Kingsland, Georgia." And let me tell you, attempting to enjoy Kingsland is a journey in itself.
Friday: Arrival and the Mystical Quest for a Decent Dinner (or, My Stomach vs. Georgia's Charm)
- 3:00 PM: Arrive at Jacksonville International Airport (JAX). The usual chaos. Luggage carousel is a slow-dancing nightmare. Managed to finally wrestle my suitcase free. Pretty sure I saw a woman wearing a fanny pack and Crocs. This, my friends, is the South, and I am here for it, even if my sense of style is momentarily threatened.
- 3:45 PM: Car rental. The nice lady at the counter has a smile that could melt glaciers, and the upselling is legendary. "Oh, you're going to Kingsland? Gotta have the insurance, ma'am. You just never know with those gators…" Okay, sign me up.
- 4:45 PM: Arrive at La Quinta Inn & Suites Kingsland/Kings Bay. Honestly, the exterior is…functional. It’s got the La Quinta beige aesthetic, which is basically hotel neutral. Interior? Clean, I guess. Not exactly bursting with personality, but hey, at least the air conditioning is cranking. Praise the sweet, cold, blessed A/C. Georgia’s heat could melt steel.
- 5:15 PM: The Great Dinner Hunt Begins. Okay, time to find some sustenance. I'm starving. Google Maps says there are…options. “Smoked meats” sounds promising but I’m really craving something other than barbeque. This is not going well.
- 6:30 PM: After a frankly absurd amount of driving around (the definition of a Kingsland evening), I settle on… a chain restaurant. Don’t judge. I’m tired, I’m hungry, and the thought of another gas station hot dog is too much. The waiter is super friendly, too friendly even, and the food is… fine. A very polite “meh.” Sigh.
- 7:45 PM: Head back to the hotel. Crash on the bed. Watch some truly terrible TV. The remote’s got a mind of its own. I swear, it’s mocking me.
- 9:00 PM: Fall into a blissful, exhausted sleep.
Saturday: Gators, Beaches, and Existential Crises (or, Why Didn't I Pack More Sunscreen?)
- 7:00 AM: Wake up. Sun is already trying to melt my eyeballs. Breakfast at the hotel. Standard continental. The little waffles are surprisingly good, or maybe I’m just delirious from the humidity.
- 8:00 AM: Crooked River State Park. Okay, this is actually beautiful. The Spanish moss dripping from the trees, the winding river… very “Southern Gothic.” Tried to spot a gator. Nothing. Must be hiding from me… Or maybe they're onto my fear.
- 10:00 AM: Cumberland Island National Seashore. Ferry to the island. This is why I came here. Wild horses! Historic ruins!! Vast, empty beaches!!! The ferry ride itself is a little…uncomfortable, actually. Smells like algae and despair. But the island… the island is magic.
- 10:30 AM: Arrive on Cumberland Island
- 11:00 AM: Cumberland Island - Beach Time! Walk on the beach. The sand is white and powdery. I feel like I'm the only person in the entire world. I kick my shoes off and start walking. The wind is surprisingly strong. Feeling the sand through my toes, the vastness of the ocean. This is it. This is the moment. Pure, unadulterated bliss.
- 11:30 AM: Cumberland Island - Wild Horse Encounter! There's one. A huge, beautiful stallion. He looks at me, his eyes so intelligent, so wild. I freeze. I'm pretty sure I'm holding my breath. He walks closer and sniffs the air. He looks right at me again, then slowly strolls past. OH MY GOD. I just stood within a few feet of a wild horse.
- 12:00 PM: Cumberland Island - Ruins Exploration! Stop in at the ruins. The details, the history - the architecture is beautiful and ghostly. I feel like I've stepped into a movie set. My heart is actually aching. I'm trying to take it all in, to memorize this experience.
- 1:00 PM: Cumberland Island - Hiking! The trails get wild fast. I realize I should've worn more sunscreen (my arms are already lobster-red). I walk into the woods, and things get suddenly creepy. This place is old. I realize my sense of direction is awful. I could easily get lost. The heat is starting to get to me. I'm starting to feel…claustrophobic.
- 2:00 PM: Cumberland Island - Return Ferry. The ferry turns into a refuge. I hide in the shade. I buy a ridiculously overpriced iced tea to soothe my sunburn. The ferry ride feels slightly better, given my experience on the island.
- 4:00 PM: Back at the La Quinta. Shower, try to wash the sand out of everywhere. Spend a solid twenty minutes untangling my hair.
- 5:00 PM: DINNER DEBACLE PART 2. I really, really, really want to try something local. Drive around again. Find a place that looks promising. It’s busy. The wait staff is frazzled. The food…well, let’s just say it was edible. Barely. Feeling a sense of profound disappointment regarding my dinner choices.
- 7:00 PM: Collapse on the bed, defeated. Watch terrible TV. Consider ordering pizza, but the idea feels too…predictable.
- 9:00 PM: Struggle to fall asleep, thinking about those wild horses. They were beautiful.
Sunday: Departure and the Lingering Question of the Gator (or, Did I Even See Kingsland?)
- 8:00 AM: Wake up. Reluctantly pack. Honestly, I could probably stay here forever, but the real world is calling.
- 9:00 AM: Checkout at the hotel. The front desk clerk asks about my stay. I say, "Great!" It's not technically a lie.
- 9:30 AM: Drive back to Jacksonville. Decide to take the scenic route, hoping for a final glimpse of those elusive gators. Nope. Just a lot of humidity and a growing sense of "what even happened?"
- 11:00 AM: Airport. The lines are long. The coffee is weak. The world is filled with people, all of them in some kind of hurry.
- 12:00 PM: Goodbye, Kingsland. Goodbye, Georgia. You were… something. I'm not sure what, exactly. But you were definitely something. And I think I'll be back. Just maybe next time, I'll bring some better sunscreen and a map that works. And maybe I'll finally find a truly amazing meal. A girl can dream.
- 2:00 PM: Plane takes off.
- 3:00 PM: Land at Home. I'm home. And I'm exhausted, sunburned, and strangely… happy.
Foodie Notes
- I never really found 'it,' the amazing restaurant, the local gem. My taste buds didn't exactly sing.
- Next time, I'm packing snacks. Lots and lots of snacks.
- Seriously, the waffles at the La Quinta? Surprisingly solid. Don't judge.
Overall Impression
Kingsland is a town that demands exploration. Cumberland Island is a must-see. Some experiences have been good. Others, well, let's say they were experiences. The adventure, however messy and imperfect, was worthwhile. I will be back, and maybe, just maybe, I'll finally see a gator. Until then, I'll be dreaming of wild horses and white sand beaches, and the eternal quest for a decent dinner.
Mall of America's BEST Kept Secret: This Bloomington Hotel Will Blow You Away!
So, like, is the ukulele *actually* easy to learn? Or is that just a ukulele propaganda campaign?
Oh, HONEY. The ukulele? Easy? That's what they *want* you to believe. Look, the chords themselves? Yeah, some are pretty straightforward. C, G7, F… you can probably get those down in a few hours of, shall we say, *intense* YouTube tutorial binging. But then comes the actual *playing*… the strumming, the transitions, the, god forbid, *singing* along without sounding like a dying walrus.
I fell for it, hook, line, and ukulele-shaped sinker. Saw some adorable girl on TikTok strumming and singing a perfect cover of "Riptide" and thought, "Psh, I can do that!" Turns out, she probably dedicated her LIFE to that song. My first attempt? I sounded like a broken lawnmower trying to serenade a cat. So, it’s… *relatively* easy to *start*. Mastery? Forget about it. It’s a journey, folks. A long, often frustrating, but occasionally delightful journey.
What's the *best* ukulele to buy for a total beginner? Don't give me a load of technical mumbo jumbo.
Okay, here's the brutally honest truth: Don't blow your life savings on your first ukulele. Unless you're secretly a trust fund kid, in which case, bless your heart. Go for a *soprano* ukulele. They're small, relatively cheap (you can find decent ones for under $50), and it’s easier to reach the frets with your tiny, beginner fingers. Seriously, trust me. I bought a concert ukulele first thinking I was "cool" (I’m not). It was like trying to wrestle a small whale. Plus, it’s kinda cute!
Also, don't spend more than, say, $100. You can always upgrade later when you are better, because if you are anything like me, you will grow to love the Ukulele, and if you don't, you will feel like you have wasted a smaller sum of money. That is, unless you hate it immediately, in which case you could just hang it on the wall, and pretend that it’s art. And you may want to buy a tuner too. I recommend a clip-on one; much easier than fiddling with a phone app.
Alright, I've got a ukulele. Now what? Where do I even *start* learning?
YouTube. I'm not even kidding. The internet is an absolute *treasure trove* of ukulele tutorials. There are bajillions of them. Find a teacher whose style jives with you. I hate it when they talk in a condescending tone. Look for someone who’s patient (you'll need it), and preferably someone with a sense of humor. Because, let's face it, the early days are mostly a symphony of missed notes and awkward finger placements.
Seriously though, the best thing you can do is practice. And I mean, *practice*. Even if it's just 15 minutes a day. Consistency is key. That’s the hard part. I'm often distracted by every shiny object in my life. But, try and be consistent! Start with the basic chords. C, G7, Am, and F are your friends. Learn to transition between them smoothly. Then, pick a simple song you like, something you can actually *hear* yourself playing, and keep at it. Even if it's the same three chords for weeks. It’ll be a while before you can play "Bohemian Rhapsody"
Another thing: Don’t be afraid to sound terrible. You WILL sound terrible. Embrace the suck. We all do. Record yourself playing so you can see how you improve. It can be mortifying, but it’s also a motivator. Or, put it on the cloud, and forget about it! One day, someday, you *will* get better. I swear. Probably. Maybe.
What are the hardest parts of learning the ukulele? Be honest.
Okay, brace yourself. Here's the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help me ukulele gods. The hardest part? The "muscle memory" to use the chords. Your fingers will feel like they’re doing ballet for the first time without being able to control the body. They'll stumble, they'll cramp, they'll generally refuse to cooperate. Especially when you're trying to switch between chords *quickly*. It’s like trying to juggle flaming chainsaws while blindfolded.
And let's talk about *strumming*. Getting a consistent, rhythmic strum is... surprisingly difficult. You’ll go from sounding like a gentle breeze to a hurricane in about three seconds flat. Some days you will feel like you are a master of rhythm, other days you will feel like you don't have a rhythm. Then there's *singing while you play*. Try patting your head, rubbing your belly, and reciting the alphabet backward *while* strumming. It's about as difficult as the ukulele can get, unless you are trying to play a song with 4 chords!
Oh, and the frustration? It's real. You will want to throw your ukulele across the room. I know I did. But then you take a deep breath and try again. The next day, you try again. It's the constant cycle of trying and failing, and suddenly, after all the time, you find yourself improving.
Any tips for overcoming the frustration? I’m already starting to hate it.
Okay, deep breaths. Here's my survival guide for ukulele rage: Take breaks. Seriously. If you're getting frustrated, *walk away*. Go for a walk, eat a snack, yell into a pillow. Don’t force it. You’ll just make things worse.
Lower your expectations. Seriously. You’re not going to become a ukulele virtuoso overnight. Celebrate the small victories. Did you manage to play a whole chord progression without messing up? Woohoo! Did you switch between two chords slightly faster? Party! Acknowledge the wins, no matter how small. And, most importantly -- have FUN! Play songs you genuinely *enjoy*. Maybe pick songs that are simple, or complex. Do whatever makes you happy!
Also, think about the reason you were attracted to the ukulele in the first place. I remember I was stuck on a solo vacation, feeling absolutely miserable. Then I saw a Ukulele on display at a store, and bought it out of impulse! I started learning the day I got back, and the rest kind of wrote itself. Whatever the reason is, don't let the frustration cloud the joy. And remember: Everyone sounds terrible at the beginning. Even the ukulele gods. Probably.
Any other instruments to learn after the Ukulele?


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