Escape to San Antonio: Luxury at La Quinta by Frost Bank Center!
Hotel Review: A Hot Mess of Luxury (and Maybe Germs?) – Let's Dive In!
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because I'm about to unleash upon you a review of… well, a hotel. Let's call it "The Grand Imperial Splendor," because, honestly, I've already forgotten the actual name. My brain’s still reeling from the sensory overload. Prepare for a rollercoaster of opinions, because frankly, my stay was like a half-baked soufflé – moments of glorious fluffiness mingled with a distinct chance of collapse.
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Getting There & the First Impression (or, The Arrival Disaster):
The airport transfer? Smooth, surprisingly. The driver, bless him, was actually early. Score one for the Imperial Splendor! (Okay, still don't know the actual name.) The car park was… a car park. Free parking, they trumpeted! And yeah, it was free, but good luck finding a space. The valet parking sounded tempting, but my inner cheapskate (who also secretly craves luxury) won.
The exterior? Impressive! Grand, imposing, with a vaguely intimidating air. Okay, maybe that's just me and my perpetual feeling of being underdressed. The doorman, however, was super attentive. Felt like a movie star for a hot second. Then came… the lobby. Glittering chandeliers, marble floors, and a cacophony of languages. It was gorgeous, overwhelming, and I immediately felt like I needed a stiff drink.
Accessibility: (A Mixed Bag, Folks!)
- Wheelchair Accessible: They say it is. I saw ramps, elevators, and the general trappings of accessibility. BUT (and there's always a but, isn't there?) I didn't test it. I'm not in a wheelchair, so I can only take their word for it.
- Elevator: Yep, plenty of them. Didn't get stuck (thankfully!), but they were busy during peak times.
- Facilities for Disabled Guests: They claimed to have these, but the details felt… vague. Check with them, don't take my word.
Rooms & Wi-Fi: (The Good & The Slightly Annoying)
- Wi-Fi: YES! Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! Praise be! And it actually worked most of the time. (Except, like, at 3 AM when I was trying to order a pizza. Go figure.)
- Internet [LAN]: They also had LAN, for those dinosaurs among us.
- Available in all rooms: Everything listed below was available in my room
- Air conditioning: Blast it, freeze me, I don't care, I love it!
- Alarm clock: Standard.
- Bathroom phone: Because why not talk from the loo? (I didn't, but it was there.)
- Bathtub & Separate shower/bathtub: Luxurious! Perfect for a pre-dinner soak, though the water pressure wasn't amazing and there was a distinct lack of bath bombs.
- Bathrobes & Slippers: Plush and fluffy. I practically lived in them.
- Blackout curtains: Crucial for those afternoon naps after overindulging in… well, everything.
- Closet: Big enough to hide a body (hypothetically, of course).
- Coffee/tea maker & Complimentary tea: A godsend for a caffeine addict like myself.
- Daily housekeeping: My room was cleaned every day. A little too much, perhaps? They even refolded my socks – I’m guessing that's a good thing?
- Desk & Laptop workspace: I did a grand total of zero work, but at least I could have.
- Extra long bed: I'm tall, so this was a win.
- Free bottled water: Essential. Always appreciated.
- Hair dryer: Standard.
- High floor: Nice view. Made me feel superior to everyone on the ground.
- In-room safe box: I used it for my passport, then promptly forgot where I’d put it for a solid hour. Fun times.
- Internet access – wireless: See Wi-Fi above.
- Ironing facilities: Never used. My vacation attire is strictly wrinkle-resistant.
- Laptop workspace: See Desk above.
- Linens & Towels: Clean, crisp, and plentiful.
- Mini bar & Refrigerator: Tempting, but expensive. Settled for raiding the mini-market down the street.
- Mirror Enough to keep my vanity in check
- Non-smoking: thankfully
- On-demand movies: Never watched. Too busy… you know… living.
- Private bathroom: Yep. No sharing!
- Reading light: Good for pretending to read.
- Scale: Terrifying. Avoided it.
- Seating area: Comfy enough.
- Smoke detector & Alarm Didn't set them off (thank goodness).
- Socket near the bed: Crucial for the phone charging.
- Sofa: See Seating Area.
- Soundproofing: Okay, not perfect. Heard some… ahem… enthusiastic neighbors a couple of nights.
- Telephone: Used it precisely once.
- Toiletries: Fine. Nothing amazing. I brought my own.
- Umbrella: Didn’t rain, so didn't need it.
- Visual alarm: Didn’t need it, but cool that it was there.
- Wake-up service: Never used. My inner alarm clock (aka anxiety) is more reliable.
- Wi-Fi [free]: YES!
- Window that opens: Fresh air! Always a plus.
Cleanliness and Safety: (The Anxiety-Inducing Part)
- Disclaimer: I visited during a global pandemic, so my standards were HIGH.
- Anti-viral cleaning products: They said they used them.
- Cashless payment service: Yes. Thank god, I hate fumbling with change.
- Daily disinfection in common areas: Allegedly. Honestly, who knows?
- Doctor/nurse on call: Good to know, but hopefully, I wouldn’t need them.
- First aid kit: Present and accounted for!
- Hand sanitizer: Everywhere. A little too everywhere, to the point of feeling… a bit much.
- Hot water linen and laundry washing: Good!
- Hygiene certification: Not sure if it was certified, but signs were there.
- Individually-wrapped food options: Yes, at the buffet. Progress.
- Physical distancing of at least 1 meter: Felt… variable. Especially during the breakfast rush.
- Professional-grade sanitizing services: Maybe?
- Room sanitization opt-out available: Didn't see this option, but I didn't investigate that deeply.
- Rooms sanitized between stays: One would hope so.
- Safe dining setup: See above about Breakfast buffet.
- Sanitized kitchen and tableware items: (One would hope)
- Staff trained in safety protocol: They seemed to be.
- Sterilizing equipment: Who knows what they have in the back?
- Things that made me nervous:
- The buffet. Oh, the buffet. More on that later. It was a petri dish of deliciousness, and also… possible germs.
- People not wearing masks. It varied.
- The general feeling of… uncertainty. You know, like, are they really cleaning things properly, or is it just a lick and a promise?
Dining, Drinking & Snacking: (The Buffet: A Saga of Excess!)
- Breakfast [buffet]: The central experience. It was… overwhelming. Food everywhere! Omelet station (amazing!), pastries (heavenly!), fruit (mostly good), and a whole lot of other things I couldn't identify. The sheer volume of choices was both exciting and terrifying. Plates piled high with a little bit of this, a little bit of that, and a whole lot of guilt. It was a glorious, chaotic, carb-
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this ain't your Aunt Mildred's perfectly-planned sightseeing itinerary. This is my attempt at conquering La Quinta and the surrounding San Antonio chaos, and trust me, it's gonna be a bumpy, hilarious ride.
La Quinta by Wyndham San Antonio by Frost Bank Center - My Humble Abode (and Hopefully, My Sanity's Last Stand):
Day 1: Arrival and Initial Panic (and a Surprisingly Okay Pool Day)
- 1:00 PM: Landed in San Antonio. Airport's… well, it's an airport. Found my way to the La Quinta. Honestly, the lobby smelled faintly of chlorine and desperation, which, honestly, is kind of my brand at this point. Check-in was painless, thankfully – a small victory in the face of impending vacation doom.
- 1:30 PM: Unpacked in my room. Standard La Quinta fare: cleanish, a slightly lumpy bed, and that weird, generic hotel art that's designed to offend absolutely no one. I immediately felt a wave of existential dread. *What have I done? Am *I* the generic hotel art of my own life?* Okay, deep breaths.
- 2:00 PM: Pool time! Figured I'd ease into this thing. The pool was… surprisingly decent. Clean water, not too many screaming kids (a minor miracle!), and a sun that actually felt warm on my pale, indoor-dweller skin. Had a moment of pure, unadulterated peace, which was promptly shattered when a rogue inflatable flamingo nearly took me out.
- 4:00 PM: Attempted to locate food within a reasonable distance. Ended up at a chain restaurant that shall remain nameless (mostly because I've already forgotten it). The food was… fine. Edible. Fuel. My main takeaway: I'm going to be relying on takeout for this whole trip.
- 7:00 PM: Back in the room. Now the real question: Is the free breakfast any good for tomorrow?
Day 2: The Frost Bank Center, Spurs, and a Complete Meltdown (Almost)
- 9:00 AM: Breakfast. Now, about that free breakfast… Well, it looked like it. I tried the "hot" food which turned out to be… lukewarm scrambled eggs and rubbery sausage. The waffle maker, however, turned out to be a glorious miracle and a savior. Coffee was passable, but the plastic cutlery was a whole mood.
- 10:00 AM: Decided to be a tourist. Researched local attractions. The Alamo! The Riverwalk! I decided to start small. We drove to the Frost Bank Center to see if there was anything cool to see. It's just a big building, I guess. It's here, if you want to see a Spurs game, I suppose.
- 1:00 PM: Lunch. My stomach was rumbling. I was in the mood for something spicy. I found a Mexican spot not too far away. The enchiladas were… a religious experience. The salsa was fresh, the margaritas were strong, and the joy of the food momentarily eclipsed all travel-induced anxieties.
- 4:00 PM: Back to the hotel. Post-lunch food coma kicked in. Almost fell asleep on the bed. Decided to take a nap. Woke up feeling even worse, more tired than before.
- 7:00 PM: Attempted to venture out into the wild. Went to a late-night bar.
- 9:00 PM: Back in the room. The late-night excursion didn't help.
- Midnight: Contemplated the meaninglessness of life and the existential dread of hotel room lighting. Decided to try and write in this log instead.
Day 3: The Riverwalk Debacle and Chicken Fried Steak Redemption (and More Existential Dread)
- 9:00 AM: Breakfast again. Waffle maker, you magnificent beast, you are my only friend.
- 10:00 AM: Okay, Riverwalk time. I'd heard romantic tales, seen the pictures. This was supposed to be the San Antonio experience. What I got was a claustrophobic canal filled with slow-moving tourists, overpriced souvenirs, and the constant feeling of being herded like cattle. Overhyped, much? Seriously, I was starting to question the very fabric of reality, the nature of beauty itself…
- 1:00 PM: Managed to escape the Riverwalk, feeling slightly traumatized. Found a hole-in-the-wall diner boasting "the best chicken fried steak in San Antonio." Desperate times call for desperate measures, right?
- 2:00 PM: Oh. Em. Gee. The chicken fried steak. It was… transcendent. Crispy, juicy, smothered in gravy, and served with mashed potatoes that tasted like pure comfort. Food, indeed, can fix almost anything. This was a redemption arc.
- 4:00 PM: Walked around. Felt bad, thought about the world again. Had an idea.
- 6:00 PM: Back at the hotel, I decided to take the advice of my travel book. Contemplating more "experiences," although the jury is still out on whether the Riverwalk experience actually counts.
- 9:00 PM: Contemplated getting an early night, but thought about the waffle maker.
Day 4: The Alamo, Finally—and a Moment of Unexpected Peace.
- 9:00 AM: One last waffle breakfast, because, let's be honest, it's the only thing holding me together.
- 10:00 AM: Decided to finally do The Alamo. I walked in, and it got a lot quieter. Yeah, it's a building. And, for some reason, its history really got to me. The sense of time, of sacrifice… it was actually quite moving.
- 12:00 PM: Sat in the gardens for a bit. It's weird how just sitting somewhere can be enough, sometimes.
- 1:00 PM: Lunch. Ended up in a tourist trap again. But this time, it didn't bother me as much.
- 4:30 PM: Started packing, the trip's end looming. The prospect of going home now felt slightly less dreadful, with the knowledge that the waffle maker wasn't going to be there.
Day 5: Departure, Exhaustion, and a Promise to Return (Maybe)
- 9:00 AM: Last waffle. Embraced the slightly stale, artificial butter flavor.
- 10:00 AM: Checked out. Hotel room felt both familiar and alien: a temporary bubble of chaos, now left behind.
- 11:00 AM: Airport. The usual airport hustle. The smell of coffee and that anxious, pre-flight energy filled the air.
- 12:00 PM: Boarded the plane, ready to go home.
- 1:00 PM: Landed. The world felt a little less scary. Maybe San Antonio isn't so bad after all. Maybe.
So there you have it: San Antonio, La Quinta, and my ongoing struggle to find beauty, joy, and a decent meal in a world that often feels determined to thwart me. It wasn't perfect, it was messy, it was exhausting, and it was… real. And who knows? Maybe I'll even go back someday. Just, you know, after a long nap.
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So, what *is* this thing anyway? Like, the *actual* thing?
Oh honey, that's a question I ask myself daily. It's… well, it's kinda like trying to describe the color purple to a blind person. You *know* it when you see it, right? But putting it into words? Ugh.
Basically, it's… let's just say it's a way of... well, it's a way of… (deep breath) … getting me out of the house. Kinda. Look, it involves things and doing stuff. Sometimes I even think I know what's going on! I promise, if I understand it fully, you'll be the first to know. Probably.
Alright, alright, but *why* do you do it? Like, what's the point? Is there a point? Are we all just… dust in the wind?
Okay, existential crisis aside, why? Honestly? I don't know. Probably because my therapist told me to. (Just kidding… mostly.) It's a combination of boredom, a deep-seated fear of missing out, and a desperate attempt to prove to myself that I'm not completely useless. And sometimes, just sometimes, I get this little spark of… joy, I guess? Maybe it's just adrenaline. Who am I to judge?
There was this *one* time, though… I was convinced it was going to be a total disaster. All wrong. Everything was a mess. I didn't want to go. I was exhausted from dealing with (insert personal drama here, I'm not sharing *everything*) all week. I almost cancelled. But then… it was magic. Complete, utter, unexpected magic. Those are the moments. That's what I chase, I think.
But then the bill came. Totally not magic anymore. Still, worth it?
Do you ever... you know... mess up? Like, horribly, spectacularly mess up?
Honey, if you haven't messed up, you're not trying hard enough. Oh, yes. I mess up. I've tripped, fallen, embarrassed myself in front of (insert name of painfully attractive stranger), forgotten things, said the wrong thing at the wrong time… the list is endless. It's part of the gig. It's the "character development" portion of my life, I guess.
One time, I remember... Oh GOD, I still cringe. I was trying to be all sophisticated and pull off this effortless, nonchalant… thing. Disaster. Utter. Disaster. The air went right out of the room and I could feel everyone staring. Took me a week to recover. But hey, at least it's a good story now, right? Right?
And I learned a very valuable lesson: just be yourself. Even if that self is a complete, total, lovable mess.
Okay, but like, what if *I* wanted to get involved? What do I do?
Oh, awesome! Seriously, that's fantastic! First, take a deep breath. Then, just… show up. Seriously, that's often half the battle. Don't overthink it. Don't worry about being perfect. Just be there. And maybe bring snacks. I love snacks.
Seriously, the best advice I can give is to just… jump in. Don't worry so much about what you're *supposed* to do. Just… do something. Anything. Ask questions. Be curious. Be open. And most importantly, try to have fun. If it's not fun, what's the point?
And if you're anything like me, you'll find yourself feeling completely out of your depth for a while, but that's okay. It's part of the adventure.
What's the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to you while... doing this thing?
Oh, good lord. Where do I even begin? Okay, buckle up. This is going to be long, and it’s going to hurt. You know how I said I’m a mess? Well… ahem.
I swear, I just realized I have a gift. And by gift, I mean a serious talent for attracting humiliation. I was trying to be cool, trying to look like I belonged, and it all went *so* wrong. It was like one extended, cringe-worthy gag reel, my own personal version of a comedy of errors, except there was no comedy, and I was the error. The face-plant, the spilled drink, the ill-timed comment… It was a whole thing.
But you know what? I'm still here to tell the tale. So, what I consider my low point, a total disaster, a massive mistake, is now a memory thatScenic Stays
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