Escape to San Antonio: SeaWorld Fun Awaits at La Quinta Inn!
Okay, buckle up, buttercups. This, my friends, is going to be a review. Not just any review, but a review that dissects everything and anything about this place, probably making me want to rip my hair out in the process. Let's dive in! (And, for the record, I'm calling the place "The Grand Splurge" because, well, let’s just say the name doesn't matter for this exercise.)
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Arrival & First Impressions - Or, My Wallet Cried a Little
Right, so, The Grand Splurge. The name screams "luxury," and honestly, it kinda delivers on that… mostly. Pulling up, the valet parking was pretty slick. Gave me that "I'm a big shot even though I'm not" feeling. (And, hey, car park [free of charge] – score! …kinda. Valet’s a must but the "free" bit felt like a cruel joke knowing where the bill would really end up.) The doorman? Impeccable. Super friendly, especially when he saw me stumble out of the car, overloaded with luggage and a suspiciously large stuffed giraffe. (Don't judge. It's a long story.)
Accessibility & That Awkward Moment
I'd like to say I gave a damn about the whole "facilities for disabled guests" thing, but truth be told, I hadn’t really even considered it until now. I mean, the lobby looked accessible: Elevator? Check. Wide walkways? Check. But, you know, it's all surface-level until you really need it. I spotted the "Wheelchair accessible" sign and a "Facilities for disabled guests" note and, kudos, they had it. Just another detail that's a must to make sure everyone can enjoy.
Rooms: My Sanctuary… and Possibly a Money Pit
Okay, the room! “Available in all rooms” includes "Air conditioning," "Alarm clock," "Bathrobes," "Bathroom phone," "Bathtub," "Blackout curtains," "Carpeting," "Closet," "Coffee/tea maker," "Complimentary tea," "Daily housekeeping," "Desk," "Extra long bed," "Free bottled water," "Hair dryer," "High floor," "In-room safe box," "Interconnecting room(s) available," "Internet access – LAN," "Internet access – wireless," "Ironing facilities," "Laptop workspace," "Linens," "Mini bar," "Mirror," "Non-smoking," "On-demand movies," "Private bathroom," "Reading light," "Refrigerator," "Safety/security feature," "Satellite/cable channels," "Scale," "Seating area," "Separate shower/bathtub," "Shower," "Slippers," "Smoke detector," "Socket near the bed," "Sofa," "Soundproofing," "Telephone," "Toiletries," "Towels," "Umbrella," "Visual alarm," "Wake-up service," "Wi-Fi [free]," and "Window that opens." Yep, got all of it. My room was huge. Had a damn chaise lounge. Pretty sure I spent more time on that thing than I did actually doing anything productive. The "extra long bed" was a godsend, because I'm tall (and also because, I'm making that up as I go). The blackout curtains meant sleeping in felt like a crime, so that was nice. And the complimentary tea… well, let’s just say I drank enough to float a battleship. The only problem? That mini bar. Temptation Island. Just hours of temptation on display!
The WiFi – A Double-Edged Sword!
“Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!” Yippee! (Or so I thought… I’m an internet addict.) The signal was… decent. But sometimes, it would cut out at the worst possible moment, just as I was about to order a pizza. Now that is a crisis of epic proportions. "Internet access – wireless" was working but the “Internet access – LAN” thing felt like a throwback to the dial-up days. Still, "Internet" and "Internet services" were offered.
Food, Glorious Food (and the Pricey Bill)
Alright, the food. This is where it gets messy. Where do I even START? "A la carte in restaurant," "Alternative meal arrangement," "Asian breakfast," "Asian cuisine in restaurant," "Bar," "Bottle of water," "Breakfast [buffet]," "Breakfast service," "Buffet in restaurant," "Coffee/tea in restaurant," "Coffee shop," "Desserts in restaurant," "Happy hour," "International cuisine in restaurant," "Poolside bar," "Restaurants," "Room service [24-hour]," "Salad in restaurant," "Snack bar," "Soup in restaurant," "Vegetarian restaurant," "Western breakfast," and "Western cuisine in restaurant" – seriously, I tasted most of it (or at least tried to).
Breakfast? The buffet was the life-saver, especially when I over-slept. The Asian breakfast? I went for the congee and it was actually pretty good. The Western breakfast? The eggs benedict and sausage were standard-fare but did the trick. But… the prices! Oh, the prices. Let's just say I’m considering selling a kidney. The "Room service [24-hour]" was a tempting hazard. The "Poolside bar"? Lovely, but again, eye-wateringly expensive. But let's be honest: the pool was glorious, and the drinks were worth it (at least until the bill came).
Keeping My Sanity (and Possibly a Few Pounds) – Relaxation & Fitness
Here’s the good stuff. "Body scrub," "Body wrap," "Fitness center," "Foot bath," "Gym/fitness," "Massage," "Pool with view," "Sauna," "Spa," "Spa/sauna," "Steamroom," "Swimming pool," "Swimming pool [outdoor],” the list goes on! I hit the gym… once. Okay, twice. Mostly because I felt obligated. The equipment was top-notch, but I'm not a gym bunny. The "Pool with view" was breathtaking. Seriously, I could happily spend all day floating in that water. The spa? Heaven on earth. I got a massage and nearly drifted off to another dimension. The "Sauna" and "Steamroom" were perfect post-workout (or, in my case, post-day of eating).
Cleanliness & COVID-Era Precautions – Sigh… Survival
Okay, let’s talk about what's still on everyone's mind. "Anti-viral cleaning products," "Breakfast in room," "Breakfast takeaway service," "Cashless payment service," "Daily disinfection in common areas," "Doctor/nurse on call," "First aid kit," "Hand sanitizer," "Hot water linen and laundry washing," "Hygiene certification," "Individually-wrapped food options," "Physical distancing of at least 1 meter," "Professional-grade sanitizing services," "Room sanitization opt-out available," "Rooms sanitized between stays," "Safe dining setup," "Sanitized kitchen and tableware items," "Shared stationery removed," "Staff trained in safety protocol," and "Sterilizing equipment." Look, I’m not a germaphobe, but I appreciated the effort. Everything felt clean. I saw staff constantly disinfecting and keeping a close eye on everything. The "individually-wrapped food options" were… well, they were a lot of plastic, but at least I felt safe. The staff actually made me feel safe.
Services & Conveniences – Can I Afford It?!
This is where it gets truly ridiculous: "Air conditioning in public area," "Audio-visual equipment for special events," "Business facilities," "Cash withdrawal," "Concierge," "Contactless check-in/out," "Convenience store," "Currency exchange," "Daily housekeeping," "Doorman," "Dry cleaning," "Elevator," "Essential condiments," "Facilities for disabled guests," "Food delivery," "Gift/souvenir shop," "Indoor venue for special events," "Invoice provided," "Ironing service," "Laundry service," "Luggage storage," "Meeting/banquet facilities," "Meetings," "Meeting stationery," "On-site event hosting," "Outdoor venue for special events," "Projector/LED display," "Safety deposit boxes," "Seminars," "Shrine," "Smoking area," "Terrace," "Wi-Fi for special events," and "Xerox/fax in business center." And let's not forget the "Facilities for disabled guests."
I took advantage of the "Daily housekeeping" (obvious). The "Concierge" was a lifesaver, especially when I needed directions to the… well, let's just say I had a very specific request. The "Laundry service" got me through the week (though my wallet still weeps). I didn't use the "Business facilities," but they looked impressive.
For the Kids (And the Rest of Us Who Need a Break)
"Babysitting service," "Family/child friendly," "Kids facilities," "Kids meal." I didn't witness it but the hotel seems to have everything for the kids.
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because we're heading to La Quinta Inn & Suites by Wyndham San Antonio Seaworld/LAFB. This ain't gonna be some perfectly curated Instagram feed – this is gonna be a REAL trip, warts and all. Expect tangents, meltdowns (maybe mine, maybe yours, who knows!), and a whole lotta lukewarm hotel coffee.
Day 1: Arrival and "Are We There Yet?!" (aka, the Pre-Trip Chaos)
- 5:00 AM: The alarm screams. I hit snooze. Twice. Three times. Okay, FINE. Gotta pack. I swear I’m better at this than I actually am.
- 6:30 AM: Realization strikes: I forgot the sunscreen. And my toothbrush. And…ugh, this trip is going to be a disaster.
- 7:00 AM: After madly throwing things into my already stuffed bag and tripping over a cat. Cat's reaction? Pure disdain. I might be the chaos, or it might be feline judgment. It will be probably a little from column A, a little from column B.
- 8:00 AM: Airport arrival. The lines are, predictably, a nightmare. Find the "express" security line. It’s anything but.
- 9:00 AM: Finally, on the plane! I’m wedged between a chatty grandma and a baby who appears to have a personal vendetta against peace. This is going to be a long flight.
- 11:00 AM (CST): Landed in San Antonio! Hallelujah! My ears are popping, my nerves are frayed, and I'm starving. Immediately start thinking about the best Tex-Mex.
- 12:00 PM: Rental car pickup. A slightly-grey old man who is grumpy like a troll gives me the keys with a blank stare. I hope it works. I hope it doesn’t break down. “Just get me to the Alamo, okay?” I mumble.
- 1:00 PM: Check in at La Quinta. It's…fine. Clean, slightly beige, the usual. The air conditioning is blasting on high, which feels amazing. I’m already plotting the best route to the pool. And maybe a nap.
- 1:30 PM: A quick room scan (gotta check for bedbugs! Anxiety, where are you?). The TV is modern, thankfully. But there's a strange stain on the carpet. I'm already judging how clean this place is, or how clean it isn't. But it's also late, and I'm just tired.
- 2:00 PM: Nap time! (Or at least, attempt at nap time). The baby on this car ride is screaming in my head, but the pillow game here is strong.
- 4:00 PM: Tex-Mex Pilgrimage, time to actually eat. I’m not even sure where I'm going yet but I trust Google Maps implicitly.
Day 2: San Antonio Shenanigans (and the Great Water Bottle Debacle)
- 8:00 AM: Woke up to the sound of…nothing. Well, almost nothing. A distant lawnmower, a chirping bird, and the vague promise of free hotel breakfast.
- 9:00 AM: Breakfast. The usual suspects: sugary cereal, stale bagels, and the questionable orange juice. I load up on the coffee. Gotta survive the day.
- 10:00 AM: Head to the Alamo! Okay, history nerd mode: activated. It’s smaller than I imagined. But the weight of history is palpable. And the crowds are INSANE. I swear, I saw a tour guide with a giant cowboy hat nearly get trampled.
- 11:30 AM: River Walk exploration. It's beautiful, yes. Picturesque. Crowd-filled. I'm starting to get that "tourist fatigue". And I'm running out of patience.
- 1:00 PM: Lunch on the River Walk. Overpriced, but the atmosphere is fun. I ordered a margarita. Needed it. The air is so humid, it is like breathing in a wet towel.
- 2:30 PM: The Great Water Bottle Debacle. I forgot my water bottle in the room. And I AM THIRSTY. And I am so very hot. I swear I’m melting. So I head back..
- 4:00 PM: Okay, back at the hotel, found my water bottle and I’m ready to find the pool. This is important. This is my happy place.
- 6:00 PM: Dinner at a highly-rated Tex-Mex place. The food is AMAZING. The margaritas flow. I’m starting to feel human again. I’ve also learned a crucial Texas lesson: everything is bigger here. Especially the portions.
Day 3: SeaWorld and Sudden Existential Crises (and Maybe Some Fun)
- 9:00 AM: SeaWorld Day! I'm a sucker for marine life, so I decided to skip the hotel breakfast and head straight to the park.
- 10:00 AM: The crowds are insane. The lines are long. The price of a bottle of water is highway robbery. But the dolphins are undeniably adorable.
- 11:00 AM: Killer whale show. It's impressive, yes. But I can't shake the feeling of unease. Are these magnificent creatures truly thriving here? I don’t have any answers, but it's hard not to think about.
- 12:00 AM: Lunch at SeaWorld is a culinary low point. Overpriced fast food, and I’m forced to eat it while being dive-bombed by seagulls.
- 2:00 PM: I’m pretty burnt out and I am already thinking about my exit. Not even the cool shows can fix this. I need a shower. I need a nap.
- 4:00 PM: Back at the hotel. I am grateful. I am still questioning all the things. I am hungry. Time for leftovers.
- 6:00 PM: Rest in my room and watch some random TV.
Day 4: Departure and the Post-Trip Blues (or, "Did This Actually Happen?")
- 8:00 AM: Another alarm. Another snooze. Ugh. I could stay in this bed here for a whole day. It’s comfortable.
- 9:00 AM: Reluctantly pack. I try to remember everything I packed.
- 10:00 AM: Final hotel breakfast. The coffee tastes even more metallic this morning.
- 11:00 AM: Check out. Goodbye, beige walls! Goodbye, questionable breakfast!
- 12:00 PM: Head to the airport. Traffic is awful. I’m starting to feel the post-trip blues already.
- 1:00 PM: Airport security. Again. This time, I remember to take off my belt. Small victory.
- 3:00 PM: On the plane again. Back to reality. Back to LIFE.
- 6:00 PM: Arrive home. Unpack. Do laundry. Slowly, the memories of San Antonio will fade, to be replaced with the humdrum of daily life. But for a brief, shining moment, I was there. And I’m forever glad. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll go back.
So, what *is* this whole "thing" anyway? I'm lost already.
Basically, you ask, I (attempt to) answer. It's supposed to be helpful, but I can't guarantee anything past "mildly entertaining."
And look, if *I* can figure it out, you can too. (Maybe).
Okay, I'm in. But… what if I ask a *stupid* question? Will you… judge me?
Think of it like this: your question probably helps someone else out too. We're all just stumbling around in this digital jungle, trying to figure things out together, aren't we? And also, I may judge the formatting. But hey, that's just me.
Why are you doing this? What’s the point? Is this... existential angst?
And the existential angst? Oh, it's definitely there. It’s the fuel that keeps this…thing…going. But hey, if I can help a few folks along the way, and maybe make *myself* feel a bit less alone in this crazy world, then, yeah, that's the point. (Probably). Plus it helps me avoid my taxes, which I absolutely dread.
Where did you learn all this? Are you, like, a super-smart robot?
Think of me as a highly caffeinated, perpetually curious human being who occasionally stumbles upon something resembling wisdom. It's a messy process, honestly. I pick up bits and pieces from everywhere. You know, the usual – books, conversations, the guy who *insisted* on explaining quantum physics to me at a party last week (still confused).
Okay, let’s get down to brass tacks. If I have a problem, can you actually *help* me?
But, and this is a big but, I'm not a miracle worker. I’m prone to tangents, I sometimes lose my train of thought mid-sentence, and I drink way too much coffee. So, temper your expectations. If you have a question, ask it. I'll tackle it.
And if I fail? Well, we can fail together. Cheers! (I will need more coffee if that's the case)
Are you afraid of… anything?
But real fear? Failure, and disappointing the few people who I care about, and also heights. I have this terrible habit of pushing myself to do things I’m terrified of. Like, last summer I went bungee jumping. And I was screaming the entire time, but… I did it. So, yeah. Fear is ever present, but I try to face it, even when it’s absolutely terrifying.
So, yes, afraid. But also... stubborn. And hopefully, slightly brave. Maybe.
What's your favorite thing in the world? What makes you happy?
What makes me happy? Connection. Feeling understood. Being myself, flaws and all. (And, okay, the occasional ice cream sundae with extra sprinkles doesn't hurt.) There's also those moments when you solve a really difficult puzzle that give you the best feelings!
What's the *worst* thing? What makes you absolutely want to scream?
Also, when the internet goes down. Seriously, I might actually lose it. And rudeness. Just…UGH. It's a short list, though. I try to focus on the positive. Mostly.
I once flew to another country in a plane and there was a guy in front of me who reclined the seat all the way back. I wanted to scream.
So, how do I actually *use* this? How does this help *me*?
