Pueblo's BEST Kept Secret: Days Inn Review & Hidden Perks!
The [Hotel Name] Review: Buckle Up, Buttercup (It's a Rollercoaster!)
Okay, folks, gather 'round the campfire (or, you know, your phone screen). I’ve just emerged, blinking and bewildered, from a stay at the [Hotel Name]. And let me tell you, it was… an experience. Buckle up, because this review ain't gonna be a perfectly polished travel brochure. This is the raw, unfiltered, "did I really just eat soup for breakfast?" version.
Accessibility: Let's Start with the Good (Mostly)
First things first: Accessibility. They say this place is wheelchair-friendly. The website boasts about facilities for disabled guests. Now, I'm not in a wheelchair, but I appreciate a hotel that thinks about everyone. And I saw… some elevators, at least. Getting around the public areas seemed relatively manageable, though I did spot a couple of tight corners that might be a bit of a squeeze. The information about accessible restaurants is, sadly, incomplete. I'll talk about the dining situation later, but let's just say navigating certain areas felt like a treasure hunt, blindfolded, slightly tipsy, and with a time limit.
The Perks (and the "Perks")
Internet, Internet, Everywhere…Except When You Need It: Okay, praise the Wi-Fi gods! Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! and Wi-Fi in public areas. And they weren't lying! Well, mostly. My room had a decent signal, while in the lounge it was a bit patchy at times. There's also Internet [LAN], which I didn't even try. I'm too millennial for that, I just want to watch TikTok, so I'm not sure how reliable that is.
Things to Do & Ways to Relax (Or Not): They promised things to do. And they delivered… sort of. There’s a Fitness center! The one I went to was actually pretty decent, with a good selection of equipment. I tried the treadmill and it was okay. The Swimming pool [outdoor] was a definite highlight! A Pool with view, yes, I enjoyed the view from the pool, it was a very nice experience. There's a Spa. The Sauna, Steamroom, and Spa/sauna are also available. I wish I had time to experience those.
Cleanliness & Safety (In the Age of Germs): Let me preface this by saying – I’m a worrier. A total germophobe. So, the hotel’s efforts to instill confidence in me were critical. They had Anti-viral cleaning products – good! Daily disinfection in common areas – also good! Hand sanitizer stations were everywhere. Rooms sanitized between stays. I was skeptical, but the room did at least look clean. They have Hygiene certification and Staff trained in safety protocol. I saw some staff, who, I’d say, looked like they were genuinely trying. They also had Safe dining setup and Sanitized kitchen and tableware items. If I'm being honest, I felt relatively safe, though I still gave everything a good wipe-down with my own wipes.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: A Food Adventure of Ups and Downs
This is where things get… interesting. The Restaurants are there, plural, and they offer: A la carte in restaurant, Asian cuisine in restaurant, International cuisine in restaurant, Vegetarian restaurant, and Western cuisine in restaurant. They also have a Bar, Poolside bar, Coffee/tea in restaurant and Coffee shop.
Breakfast. Breakfast is a big deal for me. And, let me tell you, the Breakfast [buffet] was a mixed bag. They had Asian breakfast and Western breakfast. But they also had Breakfast takeaway service, which came in handy on one hungover morning when I really didn’t want to make eye contact with anyone. The Bottle of water in the room was a nice touch. But, honestly, a Breakfast in room would have been great.
Lunch and Dinner. Okay… Room service [24-hour] is a godsend, right? Especially after a long flight, or if you just don’t feel like facing the world. Here's the thing, the food was okay, but nothing to write home about. Some days I ordered Soup in restaurant and Salad in restaurant, and the salad was just a sad, lonely pile of wilted lettuce. I did enjoy a happy hour at the Bar.
Services and Conveniences: The Little Things That Matter (or Annoy)
The Good Stuff: Air conditioning in public area – yes, THANK GOD! Cash withdrawal, Concierge (very helpful, even if their English wasn't perfect). They had a Doorman who was always present, Daily housekeeping (my room was always spotless), Elevator, Facilities for disabled guests, Laundry service, Luggage storage, Safety deposit boxes, Smoking area, and a Terrace. Woohoo!
The Quirks: Contactless check-in/out was a breeze. Invoice provided. It's something they offer. What a convenience. They also have a Xerox/fax in business center.
For the Kids (If You're Brave Enough)
- They had a Babysitting service. I did not use it. I don’t have any kids.
- They have a Family/child friendly, with Kids facilities and Kids meal.
Available in All Rooms: The Nitty-Gritty
The Essentials: Okay, here’s the lowdown on the room itself. Air conditioning (essential!), Alarm clock, Bathtub, Blackout curtains, Closet, Coffee/tea maker (thank you!), Daily housekeeping, Desk, Free bottled water, Hair dryer, Internet access – wireless, Ironing facilities, Laptop workspace (sort of), Linens, Mini bar, Mirror, Non-smoking, Private bathroom, Reading light, Refrigerator, Satellite/cable channels, Separate shower/bathtub, Shower, Slippers, Smoke detector, Soundproofing, Telephone, Toiletries, Towels, Wake-up service, Wi-Fi [free], and a Window that opens.
The Extras (or Not): They say they have an Additional toilet, an Extra long bed, and an Interconnecting room(s) available. I didn't see any, but maybe I wasn't looking hard enough…?
Final Verdict: Did I Love It? Would I Go Back?
Okay, so… this hotel isn't perfect. Far from it. It has its flaws. It has its quirks. But, overall, it was a reasonably pleasant experience. The location was convenient, the staff were generally friendly (though sometimes a little overwhelmed), and the amenities were, on the whole, decent. The Cleanliness and safety precautions were a huge plus.
Would I go back? Maybe. If the price was right, and I wasn't expecting perfection, sure. And if they promised to improve that salad…
Lynchburg Courtyard Escape: Your Perfect VA Getaway Awaits!
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because this isn't your perfectly-polished travel log. This is real life, a little bit messy, a whole lotta opinionated, and all of it centered around the glamorous Days Inn by Wyndham Pueblo (CO). Prepare for the rollercoaster.
Day 1: Arrival & the Existential Dread of Motel Carpeting
- 3:00 PM: Arrive, slightly frazzled, at the Days Inn. Pueblo is… well, it's Pueblo. I expected arid, I got… kind of arid with a lingering whiff of industrial something. The lobby is surprisingly spacious, though I swear the air smells like a combination of cleaning solution and silent despair. Check-in is painless, which is a win. The woman at the desk seemed as tired of life as I felt after a three-hour drive, so instantly, I liked her.
- 3:30 PM: Unlock the door to my room. Oh boy. The carpet… the carpet. It's that generic, motel-grade, vaguely floral pattern that's seen a thousand spilled sodas and a million forgotten dreams. I'm pretty sure it's the same carpet from my grandma's basement in the early 90s, and I have a sudden, overwhelming urge to vacuum and spray something like Febreze, but I don't trust the outlets for a dryer. It's the kind of carpet that holds onto every speck of dirt and every bad decision. I take a deep breath, reminding myself I can survive anything, even bad carpet.
- 4:00 PM: Impulse buy: Chips and a coke from the vending machine. This is the peak of my day. I am now officially on vacation, no matter how it felt like before.
- 6:00 PM: Dinner. I found a highly-rated Mexican restaurant called "Rosario's" that was a solid 10 miles away. Okay, the food itself was excellent, the service was great, the decor was a glorious, colorful assault on the senses in a good way, and the margaritas were strong enough to make me forget I was staying in a Days Inn for a few blissful hours. The drive back, however, was a battle against the urge to fall asleep at the wheel. Maybe an earlier bedtime tonight? Probably not…
- 8:00 PM: Back at the Days Inn, I had a hard time unlocking my door and somehow got the TV working. I am definitely not getting up early.
Day 2: Pueblo History (and My Ongoing Battle with the Shower Head)
- 9:00 AM: Wake up. Okay, so I didn't get an early start. Big surprise. The bed was surprisingly comfortable, actually. I needed it. I felt like one can feel after a long drive, lots of chips, and the aforementioned margaritas.
- 9:30 AM: Morning Shower: The shower head…it was a disaster. It sprayed everywhere EXCEPT where it should have been. My hair got wet, my feet got wet, the walls got wet, but I somehow managed to avoid getting clean. I fought the urge to ask for another room. "This is part of the experience," I muttered to myself, "Embrace the imperfect."
- 10:30 AM: Downtown Pueblo walking tour. Okay, so they say Pueblo has a rich history. I walked around downtown, looked at old buildings, and tried to imagine the glorious past. But let's be honest, the biggest thrill was finding a decent coffee shop (Coffee House 201). The architecture felt the usual mix of "forgotten gold rush town meets modern industrial blight." I can kind of see the echoes of a proud past, but the present is… well, let's just say it's still working on it.
- 1:00 PM: Lunch. I saw a few places, but I opted for the safest bet: a burger place. This time, I chose a place called "Brues Alehouse." I was getting tired of exploring!
- 3:00 PM: I go back to the Days Inn. I really needed a nap.
- 6:00 PM: I go out for my dinner, it was going to be at "Angelo's Pizza" and I got there. It was a beautiful restaurant.
- 8:00 PM: I went back to the Days Inn and had another nightcap.
Day 3: The Sangre de Cristo Arts & Conference Center and the Quest for Decent Coffee
- 9:00 AM: The battle with the shower head continues! This is my own personal challenge now. I am determined to master this thing. It's become a metaphor for my life -- a struggle against overwhelming odds with little to no reward. I lost.
- 10:30 AM: Sangre de Cristo Arts & Conference Center. Okay, this was a pleasant surprise! Lots of art! A beautiful, actually beautiful, exhibit of local artists. I was captivated. This was by far the best experience of my stay.
- 12:00 PM: I have another lunch at the same restaurant as before. Brues Alehouse. It was great, again.
- 2:00 PM: The struggle for coffee. I need coffee. The motel coffee is the kind that makes you question your life choices. I make it my mission to find something halfway decent. I am on a quest.
- 3:00 PM: I went to the coffee shop. The place was nice! I definitely enjoyed my coffee.
- 5:00 PM: I go back to the Days Inn and have my dinner.
- 8:00 PM: I get ready for my trip back home.
Day 4: Departure & Existential Carpet Contemplations
- 9:00 AM: One last battle with the shower head. It's a tie.
- 9:30 AM: Check out. Leaving Pueblo.
- 10:00 AM: Reflect on my time. I feel that, overall, the Days Inn was… fine. The pool looked inviting, but I didn't have the heart to swim there. The staff were friendly. The carpet… well, the carpet will haunt my nightmares for weeks to come. Pueblo? It's got character, definitely, maybe a little bit too rough around the edges. But hey, I survived. And maybe, just maybe, I'll return. But next time, I'm bringing my own coffee maker and a hazmat suit for the shower.
So, what *is* this whole… thing? Like, what are we even talking about?
Alright, alright, settle down. This is my attempt to create an FAQ, but like, not the super-polished, perfectly-grammatical kind. Think more… "my brain on a Monday morning after too much coffee" kind. We're talking about... life, really. And a whole bunch of little things that make up life. You know, the stuff that keeps you up at 3 AM, the stuff you laugh about with your best friend, the stuff that makes you want to scream into a pillow. Expect random tangents, probably some off-color jokes, and almost definitely some typos. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Okay, fine. But like, seriously… what's the *point*? Why are you doing this? (Don't say "because I felt like it.")
Ugh, the point. That's a tough one. Mostly because, honestly, there isn't a single, neat, little box, is there? Okay, so there’s this feeling, right? Like, you're swirling around in this cosmic soup of… things. And sometimes, you just gotta… *word vomit*. Or maybe, just *maybe*, I'm hoping that someone, somewhere, will read this and think, "Hey, I've felt that too!" And maybe feel just a *tiny* bit less alone in this whole crazy circus we call existence. Plus, I’m hoping this will help me to get my thought process in order, which I'm failing at doing so far.
So, you're going to talk about… *everything*? Seriously?
Hah! Everything? As if! I can barely keep track of my keys, let alone the entirety of human experience. But I'll try. I'll probably bounce around a bunch. One minute I might be ranting about the existential dread of doing laundry, and the next I'm waxing poetic about the perfect cup of coffee. It’ll be a rollercoaster, a chaotic, beautiful, probably-slightly-unhinged rollercoaster. Buckle up, people, it's going to be a bumpy ride.
What's the deal with *laundry*? You mentioned laundry. Please, elaborate.
Laundry! Oh, the bane of my existence. Okay, so here’s the thing: Laundry isn't just about washing clothes and folding them. It's about facing my own mortality. Each load of laundry is a tiny death and resurrection. The dirty clothes, a symbol of my daily grind and (let's be honest) questionable choices, go in. Then, after a harrowing journey through suds and spin cycles, they *emerge*. Clean. Refreshed. Like I should feel… but I never do. I mean, how am I supposed to feel hopeful when I’m staring down a mountain of socks that have lost their mates? Seriously, where do all the missing socks *go*? The dryer dimension is a real thing, I swear. And don't even get me started on folding. It's a form of torture, designed to break the human spirit. I once spent a whole Saturday folding laundry, only to have it all end up crumpled in a pile on the bed a week later. I felt a primal scream rising in my throat. Laundry is a metaphor for life, people. Messy, cyclical, and ultimately pointless.
Okay, okay, I get it. But seriously, what *motivates* you? Are you hoping to get rich? Famous? Get your own reality TV show?
Rich? Famous? Reality TV? Bless your heart. Look, if I end up on some obscure cable channel, documenting the daily struggles of a chronically-caffeinated, sock-losing individual, then… well, I guess I wouldn't be *completely* opposed. But no, that's not the driving force. The driving force is mostly me yelling into the void, hoping someone yells back. It’s about making sense of the everyday chaos and finding the humor in the absurd. And if, by some miracle, it turns into a lucrative career… well, then I can finally afford to replace all those mismatched socks.
What are your *opinions* on… (insert any random topic here)?
Oh, you want *opinions*? Honey, I've got opinions. Lots and lots of opinions. I’m a fountain of opinions, spewing forth at random intervals. My political beliefs? Let's just say I'm a staunch believer in the Oxford comma and that politicians should learn to code. My feelings on pineapple on pizza? It’s a culinary crime. On cats vs. dogs? Dogs are clearly superior, even though I secretly adore both. I can ramble on about most things for what feels like an eternity. But my opinions, just like my socks, are often… *lost*.
Do you *ever* get serious? Or are you just going to be a sarcastic ball of neurotic energy all the time?
Ugh, yes. Sometimes I get serious. But even in serious moments, there's usually a little bit of… *something*. It’s how I process things, I guess. Sometimes, the only way to handle the big, heavy stuff is to laugh at it. Or maybe cry a little. Or scream into a pillow. Or, you know, write a ridiculously long and self-indulgent FAQ. So yeah, I might get serious, but don't expect it to last. There's a good chance I'll veer off into some absurd tangent about squirrels or the price of avocados before you know it.
What if I disagree with you?
Disagree? Oh, honey, *please* disagree! That's the fun part! We can’t all agree all the time... that's boring. I'm not looking for a choir; I’m looking for a conversation. So bring it on. Tell me I'm wrong. Argue with me. Challenge my assumptions. I'll probably learn something new, and maybe, just maybe, I'll actually start to… think. Or not. But either way, it'll be more interesting than just nodding along. It’ll be fun.
Will there be more of these? Are you actually going to… *keep* doing this?
That's the million-dollar question, isn't it? Honestly? I have *no* idea. It depends on how long my brain can tolerateSnooze And Stay
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