Luxury Zona Rosa Suites: Your Dream Mexico City Getaway (Eurostars)
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because we're diving DEEP into a hotel review – like, a REALLY deep dive. Forget the generic "pleasant stay" fluff. We're gonna dissect this place like a frog in biology class. And trust me, there might be a few squawks and a lot of chaotic brilliance along the way. Let's call it a "Hotel Hamlet" - a tragedy punctuated with questionable room service choices and a LOT of coffee.
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A Messy, Honest, and Ultimately Human Review:
Alright, here we go. First things first: Accessibility. This is HUGE for me, because, well, life throws you curveballs. So, let's be blunt: Wheelchair accessible? They say yes. But "yes" doesn't always translate into, "Easy peasy, lemon squeezy." I've been burned before. Gotta check: ramps, elevators, doorways. The details, the tiny, soul-crushing details. Did they consider the turning radius of a wheelchair in the bathroom? (I'm looking at you, hotel designers everywhere!) I’d hope they knocked it outta the park, but I need proof, not just a box ticked on a checklist. They better not disappoint on this point! (And if they do, I’m calling my lawyer. Or, you know, at least leaving a scathing review.)
On-site Accessible Restaurants/Lounges: Did I see any? Did I even want to see any? I might have just wanted to order room service, no judgement.
Internet: The Lifeblood (or Wi-Fi Woes?)
Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! Score! I'm a digital nomad (in my own head, at least), and a solid internet connection is a non-negotiable. But "free" sometimes means "slow as molasses in January." I need speed! Especially if I'm trying to catch up on my favorite trash TV. We'll see, won't we? Internet, Internet [LAN], Internet services: The holy trinity of connectivity. Back in the day, LAN was the MVP. Now, it's all about Wi-Fi. Still, good to have options because even your Wi-Fi could crap-out sometimes.
Wi-Fi in public areas: The social hub: I always end up people-watching while I wait for my food (and the Wi-Fi).
Things to Do & Ways to Relax: Spa Days & Gym Jitters
Okay, the good stuff. Things to do? Is this a place where you can chill or get out? Body scrub, Body wrap, Fitness center, Foot bath, Gym/fitness, Massage, Pool with view, Sauna, Spa, Spa/sauna, Steamroom, Swimming pool, Swimming pool [outdoor]: deep breath That's a lot of possibilities. Okay, I'm already planning my escape to the sauna. I'll need to be pried out of the steam room after a few hours. A pool with a view? Now we're talking! This could be good! My inner sloth is getting very excited.
The Fitness center. Listen, I intend to go. I swear. But the lure of the mini-bar…it's a siren's call. I'll probably end up staring at it through the window, feeling guilty.
Cleanliness & Safety: Are They Actually Doing This Right?
This is the critical stuff. 2024 and beyond, cleanliness and safety aren't just "nice to haves." They're expected. Anti-viral cleaning products. GOOD. Breakfast in room, Breakfast takeaway service. Okay, more options. Cashless payment service. Yes! No dealing with dirty money! Thank GOD. Daily disinfection in common areas. Praise be. Doctor/nurse on call, First aid kit. Reassuring. Hand sanitizer. Yep, I'm expecting that everywhere. Hot water linen and laundry washing. Good. Hygiene certification. Let's see the proof. Individually-wrapped food options. Sensible. Physical distancing of at least 1 meter. Good. Professional-grade sanitizing services. Please. Room sanitization opt-out available. Interesting. Rooms sanitized between stays. Essential. Safe dining setup. Must. Sanitized kitchen and tableware items. Duh! Shared stationery removed. Smart. Staff trained in safety protocol. This is key! Sterilizing equipment. Okay, you're starting to soothe my germ-phobic heart.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: Feed Me, Seymour!
A la carte in restaurant, YES. Alternative meal arrangement. Always a plus. Asian breakfast, Asian cuisine in restaurant. Yassss. Bar. Essential. Bottle of water. Free? Please say free! Breakfast [buffet], Breakfast service. See above re: sloth. Buffet in restaurant, Coffee/tea in restaurant, Coffee shop, Desserts in restaurant, Happy hour, International cuisine in restaurant, Poolside bar. Okay, my inner foodie is salivating. Restaurants, Room service [24-hour]. GOLD. Absolute gold. Salad in restaurant, Snack bar, Soup in restaurant, Vegetarian restaurant, Western breakfast, Western cuisine in restaurant. Options! That's the name of the game.
Services and Conveniences: The Little Things That Make a Difference
Ah, the extras. 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, Xerox/fax in business center. That's a lot. The concierge better be on point. That's the person who can make or break your stay. The elevator is my friend. Facilities for disabled guests is crucial. The terrace? Potential for epic sunsets and contemplating the meaning of life with a cocktail in hand.
For the Kids: Babysitting, and the Like…
I'm not a kid person, but someone is. Babysitting service, Family/child friendly, Kids facilities, Kids meal: If you're traveling with little ones, this is important, I guess. I'll be in the spa.
Access, Safety, and Getting Around: The Bones of It All
CCTV in common areas, CCTV outside property, Check-in/out [express, private], Couple's room, Exterior corridor, Fire extinguisher, Front desk [24-hour], Hotel chain, Non-smoking rooms, Pets allowed unavailable, Proposal spot, Room decorations, Safety/security feature, Security [24-hour], Smoke alarms, Soundproof rooms, Getting around, Airport transfer, Bicycle parking, Car park [free of charge], Car park [on-site], Car power charging station, Taxi service, Valet parking. Alright, safety first. CCTV is good. 24-hour front desk and security? Yes, please. Non-smoking rooms? Necessary. The car park situation better be good, because nobody wants to circle the block for half an hour after a long trip.
Available in all rooms
Okay, now we dissect the rooms. The inner sanctum. This is where we really get to know each other.
Additional toilet: Ah, the luxury of space! (Or, you know, just fewer arguments.) Air conditioning: Necessary. Absolutely necessary. Alarm clock: Yes, I need an alarm clock. Bathrobes: YES! Bathroom phone: For emergencies, naturally… or ordering extra room service. Bathtub: I love a good soak. Blackout curtains: Crucial for a good night's sleep, or not having to get up. Carpeting: shudders. Closet: Gotta have a closet. Coffee/tea maker: Essential. Must. Have. Coffee. Complimentary tea: See coffee maker. Daily housekeeping: I'm a messy person, okay? Desk: Ah, the illusion of work. Extra long bed: fingers crossed. Free bottled water: Hoping and praying. Hair dryer: Non-negotiable. High floor: Yes please! In-room safe box: Always a good idea. **Inter
Unbelievable Toyoko Inn Find in Tsu, Japan! (Near Tsu Station!)
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because this ain't your grandma's meticulously planned itinerary. We're heading to Mexico City, specifically the Eurostars Zona Rosa Suites, and trust me, it's gonna be a bumpy, glorious ride. This is less a schedule and more a chaotic, tequila-fueled fever dream… but hopefully a fun one.
MEXICO CITY MADNESS: A Very Unofficial Itinerary of Sorts (And Likely a Few Missteps)
Day 1: Arrival and That Terrible Taxi Ride (Which Somehow Set the Tone)
- Morning: Landed in Mexico City! Or, more accurately, stumbled out of the airport looking utterly bewildered. The altitude hit me like a brick, and my carefully crafted "Spanish Traveler" persona completely crumbled. Found a taxi. Paid way too much. Driver spent the entire ride glued to his phone while flinging the car around like a caffeinated maniac. Honestly, I thought I was going to die. But hey, at least it was memorable, right? The air pollution was thick, making my eyes water. Good start!
- Afternoon: Finally, miraculously, arrived at the Eurostars Zona Rosa Suites. The lobby was surprisingly sleek, thank God! Check-in was a breeze, which was a nice change of pace. The room? Decent. Clean enough, with a surprisingly comfortable bed, thank the heavens. Immediately collapsed on said bed for about two hours. Jet lag is a beast.
- Evening: Ventured out, because I had to. Needed to eat. Needed a margarita. Found a tiny, bustling taqueria a few blocks away. Ordered tacos al pastor. They were… okay. I’ve had better. And the margaritas? Weak. Seriously, they could have been iced tea with a lime wedge. Disappointment. Wandered back to the hotel, feeling a bit deflated and questioning every life choice that led me to this moment. Fell asleep before the sun disappeared.
Day 2: Culture Shock and Salsa Disasters (And Tequila Redemption)
- Morning: Woke up feeling slightly less awful than the day before, but the altitude still loomed. Tried to conquer the hotel breakfast buffet. Success! Amazing chilaquiles. My taste-buds awakened. Fuelled up, ready for adventure (or so I thought). Headed to the Museo Nacional de Antropología. Absolutely mind-blowing. The Aztec artifacts, the scale of it all…it’s enough to make you weep. I walked around in a near stupor, overwhelmed by the sheer history. Spent far too long in one room.
- Afternoon: Attempted a salsa dancing class. The teacher was a tiny whirlwind of energy, the other people in the class had moves I could only dream of. I, on the other hand, looked like a flailing octopus. Utter disaster. My feet have never been so tangled, my partner looked embarrassed. I laughed till my stomach hurt. Decided to retire defeated (and slightly sweaty) to a nearby cafe.
- Evening: Needed to redeem myself. Needed tequila. Found a bar with a live mariachi band. Felt obligated to sing, because… tequila. My voice, let's just say, is not my strong suit. The band, bless their hearts, tried to help. The tequila? Magnificent. The night ended with an impromptu dance session with a group of friendly locals, and a shared plate of…everything. A perfect end to the day.
Day 3: Frida and Frustration (and a Lesson in Patience)
- Morning: This was supposed to be the Frida Kahlo Museum. The plan: arrive early to beat the crowds. The reality: the line was a mile long. A freaking mile. I waited, I fidgeted, I swore under my breath. (Okay, I swore out loud, too). Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I got in. The museum itself was incredible. The house, the art, the story… it was moving and heartbreaking. I got to see Frida's bed and the butterflies, and all of it. Worth the agony of the wait.
- Afternoon: Attempted a stroll through Coyoacán, the charming neighborhood where the museum is located. Got hopelessly lost. Asked for directions. Got different, confusing directions from everyone I asked. Ended up wandering aimlessly, which, in all fairness, can be rather a fun way of exploring. Finally, stumbled upon a delicious churro bakery. Success!
- Evening: Dinner in a beautiful outdoor restaurant. The food was delicious. The atmosphere was magical. I was actually (gasp!) having a good time. Then my phone died. No photos. No way of contacting anyone. Panic momentarily set in. Found a kind waiter. He ordered an Uber for me. Crisis averted! (Mostly).
Day 4: Markets, Mystery, and a Mid-Trip Meltdown (But Also, Mezcal)
- Morning: Immersed myself in the Mercado de Coyoacán, a giant market overflowing with food, spices, crafts, and everything in between. Got overwhelmed. Bought way too many spices. Bought a weird, spiky fruit I have no idea how to eat. Tried to haggle. Failed miserably. But it was glorious chaos.
- Afternoon: Decided to try and find a little hidden square, or plaza, that I'd read about. No clue where it was. Wandered around neighborhoods that felt like they swallowed me whole. At some point, I felt completely lost, a bit lonely, and starting to question my entire existence. Began to cry. Then, I realized I needed a drink.
- Evening: Found a tiny mezcal bar tucked away on a quiet street. The bartender was friendly, knowledgeable, and basically a mezcal encyclopedia. Tried several varieties. Found inner peace. The mezcal was truly transformational. Managed to get back to the hotel with no further incidents. Slept like a log.
Day 5: Departure (And a Vow to Return, Eventually)
- Morning: Breakfast at the hotel. Said goodbye to chilaquiles (with a tear in my eye). Packed. Checked out. Actually feeling a sense of relief to be heading home, which might be a good sign?
- Afternoon: Taxi to the airport…with a slightly different driver, thank God. Reflected on the trip. Mexico City had been beautiful, terrifying, frustrating, and utterly captivating, from the first moment I had stepped out of the airport. Got on the plane.
- Evening: Somewhere over the ocean: Realized I'd forgotten to buy any souvenirs.
Final Thoughts:
This "itinerary" is less a plan, and more a snapshot of a trip. It was messy, and I spent a significant amount of time lost, confused, and possibly slightly tipsy. But it was also an adventure. It was real. It was Mexico City. And despite myself, I actually had a fantastic time. Would I go back? Absolutely. Would I plan better next time? Probably not. Adios, Mexico City, you magnificent, crazy place. See you again, someday, hopefully. Now, where did I put that spiky fruit…?
Escape to Greenville: Candlewood Suites' Unforgettable Stay Awaits!
Okay, so... what *is* this whole "FAQ" thing anyway? Like, why are *we* doing this? Honestly, I'm already questioning my life choices.
Alright, alright, chill. "FAQ" usually stands for "Frequently Asked Questions." Get it? Makes sense. But honestly, the "frequently" part is a lie. No one *frequently* asks about the meaning of life, or, like, the optimal way to eat a donut. (Which is, by the way, directly into your face hole. Don't judge me.)
As for *why* we're doing this... well, someone probably told me I should do it. And I'm a sucker for following instructions, even if I don't *really* understand why. Okay, maybe especially if I don't understand why. It makes me feel... edgy. And yeah, I need a little help from a search engine robot to make it more SEO-friendly. So... we're just gonna roll with it, okay?
Right, rambling aside, what IS the *actual* point? Like, what are we supposed to *be* talking about?
Ugh, okay, fine. I get it. You want substance. You want…answers. And you want them NOW. (Is this how therapy works? Because I'm already exhausted). Well, let's approach this in a way that will allow for a certain amount of artistic license, a little fun, and and a great deal of my opinions, OKAY?
Now lets kick this off with a little story... A couple of weeks ago, I had this *thing* happen. Let's say... I was trying to, you know... learn a new skill. And the entire time all I could hear was my internal monologue, questioning everything I was doing. "Am I doing this right? Are other people better? Am I going to fail? What am I even doing this for...?" It was a nightmare. But hey, I finished it. Because. Well, don't ask me, I can't tell you. Let's go through a few things, I guess.
Is this going to be boring? Because I swear, if this is boring, I'm out. I'm not afraid to just... close the browser or whatever.
Look, I make no promises. I find *myself* boring sometimes. Like, really boring. But I'm going to try. I *promise*. We'll see how it goes. I'm aiming for "mildly engaging" at a minimum. Hopefully, we can reach the heights of "slightly interesting." My goal is to avoid, at all costs, "falling asleep."
But you know what? If it *is* boring? Bail! Seriously, don't waste your life on boring things. Go eat a donut. Go stare at a wall. Go do literally anything else. I won't be offended. Maybe.
So, okay, let's get practical. When will this ever be done?
Oh, honey, "done" is a myth. I can't even finish a cup of coffee without getting distracted by a squirrel. I've got a feeling it'll be an on-going project. I might refine things. I might just add more questions that pop in my head when I'm avoiding doing something actually productive.
So, the answer is: Probably never. But hey, isn't that the beauty of life? Always iterating, always evolving, always a work in progress... unless you get trapped in a soul-crushing repetitive job. Then it's just "always."
Okay, fine, whatever. But what's the *real* benefit here? What's the payoff for *me* reading all this pointless stuff?
Okay. The *real* benefit... Hmmm. Well, hopefully, a little bit of entertainment. A few giggles (maybe!). A sense that you're not alone in your utter bewilderment with the world. Maybe some insight into what makes me tick, and what I find interesting... or annoying.
But the payoff is... well, that's all on you, friend. If this makes you see things a little differently, makes you question your habits, then great! If this sucks and you feel like you just wasted your time? Well, I'm also not going to lose sleep over it. Remember, go eat that donut.
Tell me about your biggest failure, and what you learned.
Oh. My. God. Okay, um... where to begin? Okay, let's go with the time I tried to bake a cake for my friend's birthday. I'm not a baker. I'm not even good at following instructions. I thought, "How hard can it be?" Famous last words. I burned the first cake so badly, it set off the smoke alarm. Then, I tried again. Different recipe, same result. I think I added salt instead of sugar. Or maybe it was the other way around? Either way, it was inedible. It looked like a hockey puck that had a really bad day.
I ended up buying her a store-bought cake at the last minute, feeling like a complete and utter failure. The lesson? Stick to what you're good at. And maybe, just maybe, ask for help sometimes. And definitely read the recipe *before* you start. Duh.
What's your favorite thing? Anything!
My favorite thing? Oof. Okay, let me think... is it the gentle patter of rain on a tin roof? The smell of old books? The satisfying *thunk* of a really good pun? Nah. It's a combination maybe.
Honestly? I’m a sucker for the little moments. A perfect cup of coffee. A really good book. Sarcastic banter with my friends. Oh, and finding something hilarious when you least expect it. Laughter is the best, and honestly, sometimes the only medicine.
What are you even *trying* to achieve here? Like, what's the *point* of all this?
Okay now you're getting to the core here. Great question. Well, the literal point is to create an online resource. This is the goal. It also helps me to practice my writing skills (which can always use some work, let me tell you). It's also kind of fun to have a space to... well, *be* myselfLow Price Hotel Blog
