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The Grand (and Slightly Flawed) Expedition: A Hotel Review That's Actually Real
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into this place. I've spent more time in hotel rooms than I care to admit (thanks, travel writing!), and let me tell you, this one… well, it's a trip. Buckle up, because we're going for a messy, honest, and absolutely human hotel review.
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First Impressions (and a Little Bit of a Run-On Sentence, Deal With It):
Right, so I roll up. First things first, I’m immediately hit with that "big hotel" aroma – a weird mix of expensive cleaner and, I swear, a hint of desperation. The lobby is… grand. Think chandeliers that probably cost more than my car, and a front desk staff smiling so wide you'd think they were auditioning for a toothpaste commercial. The whole thing screams "prestigious," which, honestly, can be a bit intimidating. I am not, by any means, prestigious. I’m usually found rocking a slightly-stained t-shirt.
Accessibility: The Good, the Bad, and the Seriously-Annoying:
Okay, massive points for the wheelchair accessibility. Ramps galore, elevators that actually worked (yay!), and accessible restrooms. The real win was the dedicated lane for check-in though. I was in and out of there like a ninja (one, admittedly, hauling a suitcase). I'm saying the staff was well trained and had a plan. 10 outa 10 for that, which is more than I can say for the time I tried to navigate a Paris metro with a suitcase the size of a small car.
On-Site Grub & Guzzling (AKA: Food, Glorious Food!):
Alright, let's get down to the important stuff: food. They have restaurants, a bar, and a poolside bar, so kudos there. I’m always a sucker for a poolside bar. I am. The Asian restaurant was particularly good – the noodles were divine. I went back twice, possibly even three times? I might have a small problem. Definitely got my fill of the coffee/tea, and made the most of the happy hour. I'm pretty sure I tried everything on the happy hour menu, multiple times. The buffet felt lavish, but the breakfast takeaway service probably saved my life after a particularly rough night.
The room service (24-hour)? A godsend. Late-night pizza and movies? Don’t mind if I do. I even tried the vegetarian restaurant (they had some amazing options!). I am definitely not vegetarian, but I will now become vegetarian for a day.
Relaxation Station: Massages, Saunas, and Maybe a Little Bit of Existential Dread:
This is where things get a little hazy… in the best possible way. The spa/sauna situation was incredible - so many options! I did the body scrub and the body wrap, which felt weirdly amazing. The pool with a view? The stuff of dreams. Pure bliss. I spent an embarrassing amount of time just staring at the… the vista. I think a tiny part of me might have considered joining the idle rich and giving up writing forever. The fitness center was pretty well-equipped, but I mostly opted for lounging by the pool again. Look, I'm on vacation.
Cleanliness & Safety (Because, You Know, Pandemic Times):
They clearly took COVID seriously. The anti-viral cleaning products smell like… well, clean. There were sanitizing stations everywhere, the staff trained in safety protocol, and the rooms sanitized between stays. I appreciated the individually-wrapped food options and the safe dining setup. They seemed to be keeping things under control. There was a whole lot of physical distancing of at least 1 meter, which wasn't always easy (especially after a few cocktails).
Rooms: The Good, the Bad, and the Mini-Bar That Tempted Me:
The room was… nice. Clean, comfortable. A high floor (yay, view!). Air conditioning in public areas was a treat, however, the A/C in my room was on the fritz a little. I swear, there were days where the room became a personal sauna. But, on the plus side, there was a free Wi-Fi in all rooms. And a mini-bar. The mini-bar (I'm looking at you, mini bottles of wine!) was both a siren song and a financial black hole. I did find the blackout curtains did the trick, and the soundproofing was perfect. I got a wake-up service, which I needed, trust me. Also, they provide slippers and bathrobes. I wore that bathrobe everywhere… even to the pool. It's a vibe, people.
Services & Conveniences (The Perks That Make Life Easier):
Daily housekeeping? Always appreciated. Concierge? Fantastic for getting reservations and figuring out where to find the best local coffee. Laundry service saved me, because, travel clothes. Cash withdrawal? Crucial for getting local currency. And a gift/souvenir shop for those last-minute presents (and things you'd probably never need).
For the Kids (Because, Why Not?):
I didn't have any kids in tow, but the babysitting service seemed legit, and there were kids facilities galore.
Getting Around: The Easier, The Better:
The airport transfer was brilliant. The car park [free of charge] was clutch (and saved me a fortune).
Things that made me go, "Hmm…":
The slightly over-enthusiastic bellboys. (They were lovely, just… a lot of enthusiasm.)
The lobby pianist. He was talented, but sometimes the music was a bit… elevator-esque.
The sheer size of the place. It sometimes felt like walking across a small country to get from my room to the pool.
The Verdict:
Honestly? This place is pretty great. It’s not perfect. There are tiny imperfections, little details that could be better (like those wonky parts of AC), but overall, it's a solid choice. It's luxurious, comfortable, well-equipped, and the staff generally made me feel welcome.
Would I go back? Absolutely. Especially for those noodles. And the poolside bar. And maybe another body wrap… Look, don't judge me. Vacation is a beautiful (and messy) thing. So, my final recommendation is: check it out.
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Alright, buckle up, buttercups! This isn't your grandma's pristine, color-coded travel log. This is the real deal – a messy, glorious, and probably slightly caffeinated account of my Annapolis adventure, centered around a stay at that "Country Inn & Suites by Radisson" place. (Let's just hope the coffee is decent.)
Day 1: Arrival & the "Welcome to Maryland, You're Probably Already Sweaty" Experience
- 1:00 PM: Arrive at BWI. Okay, first hurdle: the airport. Seriously, why are airports so…airporty? Packed, confusing, and the air conditioning always seems to be playing a cruel joke. Arrived and now I'm absolutely melting. Maryland humidity? It's a thing, people. A sticky, uncomfortable, I-feel-like-I'm-wrapped-in-a-wet-towel thing.
- 1:30 PM: Uber to Country Inn & Suites. Pray the driver doesn't try to make small talk about the weather (see above). And pray they know where the heck this place is. (Spoiler alert: they did. And yes, the weather was a topic of conversation. Naturally.)
- 2:00 PM: Check-in. Okay, the lobby is…fine. Standard hotel lobby. Smells vaguely of chlorine and…something else. Can't quite place it. Maybe… optimism? (Okay, probably not. Probably cleaning supplies). The check-in lady seems nice. "Welcome to Annapolis!" she says, beaming. God, I hope Annapolis has air conditioning.
- 2:30 PM: Room Reconnaissance: The room is surprisingly clean. The bed is… a bed. The TV works. Excellent! I'm particularly pleased with the mini-fridge. Stocking up on water and Diet Coke is a MUST. The view? Okay, not the breathtaking ocean vista I secretly craved, but it’s a view of the parking lot. Still, you can see the sun, right?
- 3:00 PM: Annapolis Exploration (Attempt #1): I'm going to attempt a walk down to the historic dock. I hope my phone holds up. I have a map, and I'm not sure if I can get lost… but I can.
- 3:30 PM: Okay, I got very lost. I’d like to blame technology, but I truly think it's me. I did reach the historic dock. WOW. I can see beautiful boats, the water, and plenty of people I don't know. "Oh well".
Day 2: History, Humidity, and a Very Specific Chicken Sandwich
- 8:00 AM: Breakfast at the hotel. The breakfast is included. I'm not expecting miracles. A continental breakfast. Waffles that taste vaguely of cardboard. Scrambled eggs that may or may not be actual eggs. Coffee – surprisingly, it's not terrible. Still, I’m dreaming of a proper brunch somewhere.
- 9:00 AM: Tour Time! I signed up for a walking tour of the historic district, because, you know, learning things. The tour guide, bless her heart, is trying. She’s passionate, I'll give her that. But all the historical facts are starting to blend together in my head. Something about the Declaration of Independence? Annapolis's role? Okay. My brain started to shut down a little.
- 11:00 AM: Lunch. This is an experience in itself. I wanted a specific chicken sandwich. I won't name names, but it's the one everyone's raving about online. I finally found the place after a sweaty trek along the docks. The line was INSANE. Worth it. The bread was fluffy perfection. The chicken was tender and perfectly seasoned. The pickle: crisp. The sauce? Tangy, creamy, and the perfect amount of spicy. I consumed this sandwich in a state of pure, unadulterated bliss. I may or may not have licked the wrapper. Don't judge me.
- 1:00 PM: Now, I got a whole hour to kill. I got nothing to do, so I headed back to the hotel,
- 2:00 PM: Nap Time. Let's be honest, I am old. I can't just go, go, GO. I must relax between the adventures.
- 4:00 PM: More Annapolis.
- Okay, let's take another shot. I went to a small shop that was just perfect. The people who worked there were as sweet as can be. I bought some little gifts for my folks and headed out before I maxed out my credit card.
Day 3: Departure & Existential Hotel Thoughts
- 9:00 AM: Final Breakfast. Same breakfast, different day. I ate the bread with the waffle mix and loved it. It was the best meal I have eaten in a long time.
- 10:00 AM: Last Check Out. Again, the staff are nice!
- 10:30 AM: Uber to the airport. One last drive.
- 11:00 AM: I feel accomplished. I stayed at a hotel, saw Annapolis, and ate some food.
- 12:00 PM: I am heading home.
Final Thoughts (and a few random ramblings):
- The Hotel: Country Inn & Suites? It's fine. A functional basecamp for Annapolis exploration. Not luxurious, but clean and serves its purpose. The free wifi was a godsend. The pool? Looked… inviting. I'm just not a pool person. Maybe next time. The staff? Super friendly, always smiling, which is a plus!
- Annapolis: Charm. History. Boats. Delicious sandwiches. The humidity is a beast. Be prepared to sweat. A lot. And wear good walking shoes. A lot. I'm also pretty sure I spotted a ghost. Or maybe it was just the Maryland sun.
- Me: I'm tired. But happy. Even with the sweating, the getting lost, and the questionable waffles, it was a good trip. I learned some things. I ate some things. And I'm pretty sure I left a piece of my heart at the chicken sandwich place. (Seriously. Go there.)
- Next Trip: I'm already planning the next one. Maybe with better walking directions. And maybe… a visit to that chicken sandwich place. Again. (Don't judge me.)

So, What *Exactly* Is This Thing We're Doing? (Besides Avoiding Actual Productivity?)
Alright, deep breaths. We're pretending to create a FAQ, but really, it's just me, rambling. Think of it as a digital Rorschach test... for your brain. We're gonna cover some common questions, and not-so-common ones, and I'll answer them... or, you know, *attempt* to. My brain's a bit like a squirrel on caffeine right now so, no promises on coherence.
Are You, Like, a Robot? Because the Internet Is Full of Them…
Oh, honey, if I *were* a robot, I'd be the *worst* robot. I'd probably short-circuit from indecision or get distracted by a particularly sparkly pigeon. No, I assure you, I'm gloriously, messily human. I feel things (mostly anxiety and the crushing weight of laundry). I make mistakes (like forgetting where I put my keys… again). And sometimes, I just *scream* into a pillow. So, yeah. Human. Sadly.
What Exactly Are You *Supposed* to Be Talking About Here? (Besides Squirrels and Pigeons, Hopefully)
Good question! (I think...) We're supposed to be tackling a range of questions, likely revolving around... everything I can think of. Expect topics from the incredibly mundane (why is my coffee always cold?) to the existential (is pineapple on pizza a sin?). Pretty broad strokes. Think of it as a conversational buffet, with a side of existential dread. Come hungry... hopefully for something more than just regrets.
Okay, Okay, but like, *Specifically* Do You Know Anything?
Alright, okay, I’ll bite. *Specifically*… well, that’s a loaded question. I *think* I know a thing or two about the following. I feel like I have some decent (read: minimal) knowledge of a range of topics, from the arts to science, maybe even a bit of history, but don’t expect me to be a walking encyclopedia. The truth is, I'm more of a "jack of all trades, master of none" kind of gal. Except, I might not even *master* being a jack-of-all-trades. I'm great at *starting* things. Not as great at *finishing*. Seriously, I have more half-finished projects than I have clean socks. So, yeah, use my info as a starting point – do your own research, for the love of all that is holy, don’t trust me implicitly!
This Whole "FAQ" Thing Seems a Bit... Vague. What's the Point?
Honestly? I'm not entirely sure. Maybe it's therapeutic. Perhaps I secretly crave the validation of being vaguely helpful. Or, I'm just procrastinating on something *much* more important. (probably). Whatever the reason, consider this your chance to glean whatever you can from my swirling vortex of thoughts. Maybe you'll find some information, or maybe you'll just get entertained, or maybe you'll deeply regret clicking this link. It's a gamble, folks! Place your bets!
Okay, So, Let's Say I Ask a *Hard* Question. Can You Handle It?
"Hard" is subjective, right? I mean, I've handled a particularly grumpy cat on a Monday morning. That's practically a doctoral dissertation in stress management. Will I have perfect answers? Absolutely not. Will I try? Possibly. Will I ramble? Definitely. Will I make stuff up? (Maybe... shhh!). The point is, *ask away*. The worst that can happen is... well, the worst that can happen is I'll have to admit I don't know, which is a regular occurrence in my life, so I'm pretty much used to it!
Why Are You So… Dramatic?
Because life is *dramatic*, darling! Or, at least, *my* life is. I'm prone to exaggeration, prone to feeling things *bigly*, and prone to accidentally bursting into interpretive dance in the middle of the grocery store. It's a gift (or a curse, depending on who you ask). Honestly? I'm just being me. And "me" is, well, a lot. Embrace the chaos, people!
Have You Ever Experienced Something Truly Mortifying? Do Tell…
Oh, honey, where do I even *start* with the mortifying experiences? Alright, alright, let me choose… Okay, there was the time I gave a presentation on "The Importance of Workplace Etiquette" at a company-wide meeting after spilling coffee all over my dress. The presentation was going *great*... until someone pointed out the giant, perfectly symmetrical coffee stain blooming on my crotch. I wanted to *die.* Red-faced doesn't even begin to describe it. I think I mumbled something about needing more "coverage" and then bolted. The awkward silence was deafening. Let’s just say I'm *very* conscious of my wardrobe choices these days, and I *never* drink coffee before public speaking... Actually, I generally avoid public speaking altogether now. That stain still haunts me.
Speaking of Advice – Should I Take Your Advice, Like, Seriously?
Um… no. Definitely not. I mean, if I tell you to do something, feel free to take it under consideration, but please, for the love of sanity, don't make any major life decisions based on my ramblings. My advice is best served with a hefty dose of skepticism. Think of me as your slightly-unhinged friend who *means* well but might accidentally lead you off a cliff. You've been warned. I'm saying this again – consult a professional.
And Finally... Are You *Enjoying* This? Be Honest
Honestly? A little too much. It's a chance to escape the daily grind, the endless to-do lists, and the crushing despair of laundry. It's a chance to get my thoughts out in some kind of orderHotel Blog Guru

