Alamogordo Escape: Fairfield Inn & Suites Awaits!
Alamogordo Escape: Fairfield Inn & Suites Awaits! - A Surprisingly Decent Desert Oasis (Or Was It?)
Alright, buckle up, buttercups. Because I just got back from Alamogordo’s Fairfield Inn & Suites, and honey, I’ve got STORIES. This review isn't gonna be some sterile checklist; this is gonna be a vibe. Think "unfiltered travel diary meets slightly unhinged hotel critic." Let's dive in!
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(Back to the Chaos!)
First impressions? Well, it's a Fairfield Inn. You know the drill. Predictably beige, but hey, the welcome was friendly, and that counts for something, right? I needed a place to crash after a day of… well, let’s just say some intense White Sands exploration. My legs were screaming, my skin was crispy, and all I wanted was air conditioning that actually worked. And thank GOD, it did. (Bless you, HVAC gods!)
Accessibility:
Okay, so this is important. The website promises accessibility, and from what I saw, they deliver. Wheelchair accessible seems legit; wide hallways, ramps, and the things that matter. I didn't need a wheelchair, thankfully, but I saw enough to give it a thumbs up. Now, I didn't scrutinize every bathroom, but what I did see looked promising. Elevator? Yep. Facilities for disabled guests? Listed. This could be a lifesaver for someone needing it – a definite plus.
Cleanliness & Safety: The Sanitization Saga
This is where the hotel REALLY shined. In the age of… you know… EVERYTHING, I was genuinely impressed. Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, Rooms sanitized between stays – they mentioned all the buzzwords, but this time, it felt real. And I'm a germaphobe at heart, so I'm usually side-eyeing everything. The hand sanitizer dispensers were plentiful, and even the elevators seemed to get more swipes than a contestant on "Swipe Right." The Staff trained in safety protocol was apparent. And it wasn't just a superficial spray-and-go; it felt like they took it seriously. Kudos. Honestly, it made me feel considerably better about the whole situation.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: Food Glorious Food…(Mostly)
Breakfast. Ah, the cornerstone of any hotel stay. This is where Fairfield’s reputation might take a hit, but it wasn't a total dumpster fire! They offered the standard Breakfast [buffet], but with a few (and I mean a few) tweaks due to… well, the world being a mess. Buffet in restaurant was available, but carefully managed. Individually-wrapped food options were available. Breakfast takeaway service was available (grab and go). Coffee/tea in restaurant was a must. Asian breakfast, Asian cuisine in restaurant, Western breakfast, Western cuisine in restaurant? Honestly, I didn't see anything specifically "Asian" or "Western," but there were your usual American breakfast suspects, with fresh fruit. Not gourmet, but it filled the void of my growling stomach. Would I write home about breakfast? Probably not. But could I stomach it and fuel a day. Yes.
Restaurants, bars and snacks: Snack bar? Checked. Poolside bar? Unavailable during our visit. Restaurants? There are options nearby. Bar? Unsure. Coffee shop? Didn't see one.
Things to Do & Ways to Relax: Spa Dreams (…or Not?)
Okay, hold up. The listing says “Spa.” Now, I’m picturing fluffy robes, cucumber water, and a masseuse who can magic away all the stress. NOT SO FAST. Let’s be real here; this is Alamogordo, not Aspen. The “spa” is more of a… possibility. There's a Fitness center, Gym/fitness, and a Swimming pool [outdoor]. I didn't use them, because, let's be honest, my idea of "fitness" involves lifting a remote control. The pool looked clean and inviting, though. So, if you're looking for serious pampering, I wouldn't put all my eggs in this particular basket. Sauna, Spa/sauna, Steamroom? Unsure.
The Room: My Tiny, Cozy Kingdom
The room itself was standard fare – Non-smoking, thank god! Air conditioning (praise!), a comfy bed (I was so tired I could have slept on a bed of nails), and the usual suspects: Coffee/tea maker, Hair dryer, Refrigerator, Free Wi-Fi. (And YES, it worked. Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! I needed it to get my work done, and it was FAST. More importantly, I watched a lot of streaming while I was there.) Toiletries? Basic, but adequate. The blackout curtains were my best friend. The desk was useful. I was traveling alone, so the space was fine.
Services and Conveniences: The Extras
This hotel is good with its offerings. Air conditioning in public area. Concierge (didn't use, but the front desk staff were super helpful). Convenience store? Didn’t see one, but there are likely close businesses. Daily housekeeping was efficient. They offer Car park [free of charge], Car park [on-site]. Doorman? No. Elevator? Yes. Ironing service? Available. Laundry service? The hotel is not missing anything!
For the Kids & Couple's Retreats?
Family/child friendly? Seems like it. Kids facilities are mentioned, but I didn’t see anything specific. Babysitting service? Nope. Couple's room? Maybe. Proposal spot? (LOL). Probably not.
Downsides: The Little Annoyances
Okay, let’s be honest. Perfection is boring. The bathroom felt a bit… cramped. Also, the walls are thin. I could hear the neighbor's snoring. (Dude was REALLY committed.)
Overall Verdict: Worth It?
Absolutely. For the price, location, and above all, the cleanliness and safety, the Fairfield Inn in Alamogordo genuinely impressed me. It’s not luxury, but it’s a solid, reliable option. I’d stay there again. Just bring earplugs. And maybe a fluffy robe, just in case the spa dreams become reality.
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Okay, buckle up, buttercups. This isn't your grandma's travel itinerary. This is… well, this is me, wrestling with a trip to Alamogordo, New Mexico, and armed with nothing but a keyboard and a desperate need for sunshine. And maybe some decent coffee, because lord knows I'm going to need it.
The "Alamogordo or Bust (and Maybe Several Rest Stops)" Itinerary
Day 1: Arrival and the Existential Dread of the Desert
Morning (ish): The drive. Oh, the drive. Let's be real, I'm flying into somewhere, I haven't figured it out yet, from where? Who cares! I'm landing in some godforsaken airport (probably El Paso, because that's the closest thing), and the rental car pick-up is always a disaster. Always. It's like they intentionally try to make it so. Someone's gotta do it, I don't know how to pick a car, so here we are.
- Quirky Observation: The airport rental car counter always smells faintly of desperation and stale coffee. It's the aroma of tired travelers and unmet expectations.
- Imperfection Alert: I'm probably going to forget something essential, like my phone charger or, you know, clean underwear. I'm betting on the underwear issue.
- Emotional Reaction: Mild panic. And the creeping realization that I left the house a mess. (And maybe I forgot my toothbrush.)
Afternoon: The actual drive. That New Mexico sunlight. It's… intense. Like, "staring into the sun for too long" intense. I swear, the desert is beautiful, yes, but it's also a giant, unforgiving oven. And seriously, how does anything survive out there?
- Anecdote: Last time I drove through a desert (Arizona, different desert, same principle), I swear I saw a tumbleweed with a bewildered expression. It was probably heatstroke.
- Rambling: I'm already thinking about what I'll eat. Is there good New Mexican food in Alamogordo? Will I be forced to eat something out of a gas station microwave? (Shudders)
- Opinionated Language: I hate driving. I mean, I really hate driving. Unless it's on a coastal highway with the windows down, then I love it. This is not that. This is a long, boring stretch of asphalt.
Evening: Finally, the promised land! Check in at the Fairfield Inn & Suites Alamogordo. I'm assuming it exists. If not, well, that's a whole other level of existential dread.
- Quirky Observation: I'm expecting the hotel to have a pool. All hotels in the desert must have pools, right? A refuge from the heat. I'll be swimming in it, probably.
- Strong Emotional Reaction: Relief! The sweet, sweet, air-conditioned embrace of a hotel room. And a shower. Oh, the shower.
- Messy Structure/Anecdote: I'm probably going to unpack my things, then immediately repack them because I forgot something important. Then, order room service. I'm going to treat myself.
Day 2: White Sands and the Unexpected Wonder
Morning: White Sands National Park! Everyone raves about White Sands National Park. Fine. I get it. It's a giant, glittering playground of white gypsum.
- Quirky Observation: I'm prepared to bring enough sunblock to slather myself head-to-toe. And probably a goofy hat.
- Opinionated Language: It sounds cheesy, but I'm actually kind of excited. Nature's beauty is… important. At least it will be in this one isolated trip to the desert. This trip will be the only time I experience this emotion.
Afternoon: Sledding on the dunes! Yeah, I know. Tourists. But I'm a tourist, dammit! I'm going to embrace the silliness.
- Rambling: Can you even imagine the sand getting in everything? Everything! Shoes, hair, eyes… I hope they don't have scorpions.
- Imperfection Alert: I will fall. I will get sand in my mouth. I will probably look ridiculous. And I'm probably going to love every second of it.
- Anecdote: Okay, the last time I tried something active, I ended up with a sprained ankle. Not. Going. To. Happen. This time.
Evening: Dinner. Gotta find a good New Mexican restaurant. The mission is on!
- Emotional Reaction: Hunger. And the faint hope that I'll find some authentic chile rellenos. I'm going to eat everything.
Day 3: The Not-So-Secret of the Desert
Morning: Space History. (I hope there's a Planetarium. I love planetariums.)
- Messy Structure: Planning on going to the museum. Finding a museum. I'll just find a museum, okay?
- Imperfection Alert: It's very possible I will get lost. I have a terrible sense of direction.
Afternoon: More White Sands. Okay, maybe I'm a bit obsessed. But it's beautiful, and I want more photos. Or maybe I'll finally sleep.
Evening: Farewell dinner. I'm going to look for some place that doesn't serve gas station food. Okay, maybe there won't be any. It's not supposed to be the most touristy place.
Day 4: Departure and the "Desert Blues"
Morning: Pack. Cry a little. Check out.
Afternoon: The drive back the airport. The drive is going to be the same as Day 1, just in reverse. And I will definitely not forget a thing.
- Emotional Reaction: Sadness. I don't want to leave. I mean, yeah, everything will be the same as Day 1, but I should be different. I should be changed.
- Anecdote: I once drove through a desert and forgot my water. Almost an experience.
Evening: Fly away, back to the real world, dreaming of white sands and chile rellenos.
- Quirky Observation: I will probably buy a souvenir I don't need. It's a rule.
And that's it. That's the plan. The un-plan. The messy, imperfect, hopefully-memorable adventure. Wish me luck, because I'm going to need it.
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Alamogordo Escape: Fairfield Inn & Suites - Let's Get Real... Okay?
Okay, so "Alamogordo Escape"... Is it REALLY an escape? Like, from WHAT? My sanity?
Alright, let's be honest. "Escape" might be overselling it a *teensy* bit. It's more like a... *temporary relocation*. From my usual mountain of laundry, maybe? From the incessant demands of my cat, Mittens, who thinks 3 AM is prime cuddle time? Yeah, that's solid escape material.
Alamogordo itself? Well, it's… Alamogordo. The desert sun is relentless, I'll grant you that. But the real escape is the promise of doing absolutely nothing. And let me tell you, after the week I've had – let's just say my work email folder is a crime scene – that promise, my friends, is golden.
So, back to the Fairfield Inn… Think clean sheets. Think (hopefully) a working air conditioner. Think… solitude. Or, in my case, peace from Mittens. That’s the escape, y'all.
The Fairfield Inn specifically... How's the *Fairfield Inn* part of this escape plan holding up? Spill the beans!
Okay, okay, the Fairfield Inn. Look, it's a Fairfield Inn. You know the drill. It's not the Ritz, okay? Don't go expecting champagne and caviar. But, and this is a BIG but, it was CLEAN. And after driving six hours with a screaming toddler (not mine, thank the Lord), clean is practically Nirvana.
The breakfast... okay, the breakfast was *fine*. The usual suspects: pre-packaged muffins that probably predate the Jurassic period, lukewarm scrambled eggs that tasted vaguely of… something. But hey, it’s free! And let's be honest, after the coffee, I would have eaten a shoe. So, the breakfast was… passable.
The WiFi? Spotty. Like, really spotty. Which, on the one hand, was incredibly frustrating because I *needed* to upload those work files. On the other hand… maybe that was part of the escape? Forced digital detox? I'm starting to think the universe is trying to tell me something.
I hear you have a thing for the White Sands National Park. Tell me about it! Is it worth the trek?
White Sands? Oh. My. God. YES. Okay, breathe. White Sands is… well, imagine being dropped onto another planet. It’s surreal. It’s blindingly white. It's… breathtaking. I will admit, I was dubious. Dunes? Sand? It’s just… sand, right?
WRONG. This sand is different. It’s gypsum. It’s like walking on powdered sugar, only instead of sugar, you get this glorious, vast expanse of pure, untouched beauty. I spent a good hour just wandering around, feeling like a tiny speck on a giant canvas. I even managed to, against all odds, get a decent photo – though I'm not quite sure how seeing as my phone's camera is older than dirt.
The wind does bite, though. Bring sunscreen, a hat, and maybe some sunglasses that actually, you know, *stay* on your face. I lost a pair a few years ago, still mourning their loss. But seriously, go. Just… go. You won't regret it, I promise. The *sheer beauty* is enough to make you forget you're in the middle of the desert. (Though, the desert *does* remind you, periodically.)
Is there anything about the trip that was surprisingly… unpleasant? The dirt on the escape route!
Unpleasant? Okay, let's see… traffic getting *into* Alamogordo wasn't exactly a joy ride. Road construction that seemed to stretch on for miles, and a particularly aggressive truck driver who clearly needed a nap. That almost ruined the good vibes, to tell ya the truth. I mean, I'm all for infrastructure improvements, but at what cost?! And seriously, the truck driver!
And there was that one *incident* at the gas station. I won’t go into excruciating detail, but let’s just say I’m still trying to scrub the memory of a particularly… *unconventional* gas station bathroom out of my brain. Let's just chalk it up to "unforeseen circumstances" and move on.
Also, getting *out* of the park after the sunset was a bit, shall we say, *delicate* – you know, with it getting dark, and the sheer number of other people all *also* leaving at the same time. I'd suggest getting out *before* that. Just my two cents.
Any dining disasters or delightful discoveries? Food is crucial!
Food… ah, yes. The fuel! Look, I'm not gonna lie, Alamogordo isn't exactly the culinary capital of the world. There’s a lot of… well, let’s just say it's comfort food territory. I found a decent taco place, though! It was called... oh, I can’t remember the name, but it was on the way into town, and the tacos were, like, actually good. And the staff – so friendly!
The *disaster*. Ooof. Okay, there was this… *restaurant*. I won't name names (mainly because I can't remember the name!), but let's just say the ambiance was "faux-Southwestern," the service was glacial, and the food… Dear God, the food. I think I’m still digesting it. The "chile relleno" tasted suspiciously like it had been pulled from the freezer and microwaved. Seriously. It was a crime against food.
My advice? Stick to the tacos. And maybe pack a granola bar or two for emergencies. You. Have. Been. Warned.
Anything ELSE you've got to share about the whole experience?
Oh MAN. YES. Okay, so... I'm a big overthinker, right? And before this trip, I was absolutely *drowning* in it. Work, family, the laundry mountain – it was all just… a lot. And I was convinced I needed, like, a *breakthrough*. A grand epiphany! A complete life overhaul!
Guess what? Didn't happen. And you know what? That’s okay! The "epiphany" I had at White Sands was just a simple moment of, "Wow, this is pretty." And then the wind tried to rip my hat off. But the simple beauty of the dunes did make me realize something: I was carrying way too much weight. I’m *supposed* to have a life, not just *survive* the days. That’s a good realization, right?
The best part of the whole trip? Probably just the moment I slipped into the hotel bed and closed my eyes, feeling the exhaustion wash over me, knowing tomorrow I could face things with a slightly clearer head. The escape wasn't about a mountain top experience, or amazing cuisine. It was just a few days of peace and quietBook Hotels Now
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