Escape to the Bay Area: Luxurious San Francisco Airport La Quinta Getaway
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because we’re diving headfirst into my… ahem… Escape to the Bay Area: Luxurious San Francisco Airport La Quinta Getaway experience. Prepare for a review that’s less pristine travel blog and more rambling journal entry punctuated by questionable decisions and the occasional existential dread (it’s been a long week!).
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Right, let's get this show on the road. So, I was supposed to be jetting out of SFO, but an unexpected (and frankly, thrilling) flight delay meant… well, it meant a night at the La Quinta. The "luxurious" part? That's always a gamble with airport hotels, isn't it? This one? Well, let's just say it was… aspirational luxury.
Accessibility: The Good, The Bad, and the Slightly Confusing
First off, accessibility. Vital. And thankfully, the La Quinta mostly delivered. Wheelchair accessible? Yep, ramps everywhere, which is a HUGE win. Elevators? Check. But the real test came in the bathroom. And let's just say, maneuvering around the toilet with my, uh, generosity was a workout. (I may or may not have bumped into the wall a few times. Don't judge.) Facilities for disabled guests, they certainly had them. Didn't always mean they were intuitively placed. But, you know, A for effort.
Internet - Ah, the Eternal Struggle
Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! – YES! Crucial. Thank the heavens because let’s face it, these days anyone who charges for Wi-Fi is basically trying to steal your soul. Worked like a charm streaming my chosen comfort series, "The Great British Baking Show." Internet was there, and blessedly, Internet [LAN] was available if you're, like, a gamer or something (I am not… mostly). And the Wi-Fi in public areas also seemed solid, though I mostly camped out in my room, fueled by coffee and anxiety.
Things to Do/Ways to Relax: The Spa…or the Lack Thereof
Okay, here’s where things got… interesting. The website promised a Spa. Spa! My inner goddess did a little jig. Then I actually saw the spa. Or, rather, the potential spa. It seemed… under construction. A sad, lonely, fenced-off area of vague promises. No Body scrub for me! No Body wrap! No pampering, dammit! And the Sauna, Steamroom, and Massage? Nope. Nada. Zilch. The Spa/sauna promise was a cruel joke. So, back to Netflix.
But! There was a Fitness center! (Yay? I guess?) I glanced in and saw a couple of treadmills looking vaguely forlorn. I opted for a brisk walk…to the vending machine for a bag of M&M's. Priorities, people. The Pool with view was a distant memory: I saw a small, bland outdoor pool. The Swimming pool [outdoor] felt more like, "A place to get splashed, maybe?".
Cleanliness and Safety: The COVID-19 Chronicles
Listen, I'm a germaphobe. I admit it. So Cleanliness and safety were paramount. The good news? They seemed to care. Anti-viral cleaning products were surely used. Daily disinfection in common areas seemed to be occurring, I saw folks swabbing down everything. Hand sanitizer was happily available everywhere. Rooms sanitized between stays felt reassuring, although I still wiped down every surface with my own little army of Clorox wipes. The hotel offered Room sanitization opt-out available, which is a nice option. Staff trained in safety protocol--yep, they seemed up to speed. Physical distancing of at least 1 meter… mostly.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: Fueling the Soul (and Gut)
Alright, the food. THIS is where the airport hotels either triumph or fail spectacularly. The Breakfast [buffet], was a pretty standard affair, and the Breakfast service was fine. Think: rubbery scrambled eggs, questionable sausage links, and a waffle machine that might or might not have been older than I am. The Coffee shop served decent coffee, which was essential. Coffee/tea in restaurant was, alas, too weak. I was tempted by the Asian cuisine in restaurant, but I played it safe with toast. The Happy hour? I missed it. Probably for the best. The Poolside bar was closed, as was the sad, underutilized Restaurant. The Snack bar was a vending machine. You know, the usual. Oh, the Vegetarian restaurant I went at was closed. I was not happy.
Services and Conveniences: Small Pleasures, Big Impact
Concierge? Present, but a little… preoccupied. Daily housekeeping was a blessing. Elevator? Yes, thank goodness. Doorman… non-existent. Cash withdrawal? Available. Food delivery? Yes. Gift/souvenir shop? Nope. The Laundry service came in really handy. Bicycle parking? No. Car park [free of charge]? Double-checked that one. It was nice. Car park [on-site]? Also yes, and quite convenient, although that led to even more car parking confusion and anxiety. Taxi service was always ready, in fact one of them was waiting for me! Air conditioning in public area? Absolutely, and essential, believe you me.
In the Room: Creature Comforts
Okay, let’s talk room specifics. My Air conditioning worked like a champ. Air conditioning in public area? Definitely helpful. The Free bottled water was a thoughtful touch. Coffee/tea maker was a lifesaver. The Desk was, thankfully, functional. My room had High floor, which was a plus for the view (or potential lack thereof). Ironing facilities, Hair dryer, Refrigerator, Mini bar, Bathrobes, Slippers were there. The Satellite/cable channels actually worked, which was a nice distraction. The Smoke detector, a welcome precaution. I was glad they had the Smoke alarms! Non-smoking rooms, a must. The Wake-up service, also a must, and didn't fail me. Seating area? Yes. Sofa, yes. Telephone, yes. Wi-Fi [free], again, YES. And the Window that opens? A small luxury in my world. The Daily housekeeping made my stay better.
For the Kids (Because, Why Not?)
Family/child friendly? Probably, I think. The presence of a Kids meal option is a good sign. Babysitting service? Unsure.
Getting Around (Because You Gotta Get Home Eventually)
Airport transfer? Yes! Actually quite efficient and the driver didn't seem to mind my general dishevelment. That, my friends, is golden. Car power charging station? Not that I saw but the car park was easy to navigate. Taxi service? Yep, plenty of those buzzing around which was nice. Valet parking? No.
Overall: The Verdict
Look, the La Quinta at SFO isn't a luxury escape in the traditional sense. It’s an airport hotel. Its main function is to be a relatively clean, relatively comfortable, relatively convenient place to crash between flights. Couple's room available? No, at least not that I was aware of. Proposal spot? Highly unlikely.
Did it succeed? Mostly. It was clean enough, the staff were pleasant, and the Wi-Fi was reliable. It's fine. It’s there. It exists. Do I want to go back? If I'm stuck at SFO again? Absolutely. Especially if real luxury is out of my reach, or I'd just rather order room service and watch bad TV in my pajamas.
Rating: 3 out of 5 stars, with a strong bonus point for the free Wi-Fi and another for the friendly staff.
(And now, I'm off to start planning my actual vacation. Wish me luck… and fewer flight delays!)
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Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because this ain't your grandma's meticulously planned itinerary. This is… well, this is me, flailing joyfully around the La Quinta Inn & Suites by Wyndham San Francisco Airport N. It's a journey, alright, and lord knows where it'll lead.
Day 1: Arrival and the Unfolding of Mild Chaos
1:00 PM - Arrival at SFO, Bless the Luggage Gods
Okay, so, first impressions? SFO is… HUGE. Like, "lost-my-luggage-before-I-even-left-the-terminal" huge. I swear I spent a solid hour just navigating the AirTrain, which felt like a surreal monorail ride through a particularly beige purgatory. Finally got my bags, which is a minor miracle considering how I pack – like a deranged squirrel hoarding nuts.
2:30 PM - Check-in at La Quinta… Anticipation and the Tiny Desk
The La Quinta. Ah, yes. It looks like a La Quinta. Standard issue, you know? Beige, vaguely floral wallpaper, the faint scent of chlorine and… hopeful optimism. The check-in lady was super friendly though! She was wearing a name tag that said "Cheryl," so I'm immediately predisposed to like her. Checked in, grabbed my key card, and headed to my room. It's Room 312, and it overlooks… checks view… the parking lot. Ah well, you win some, you lose some.
3:00 PM - The Room… and the Bathroom Epiphany
Okay. The room is… functional. Clean (impressive, considering the airport traffic it likely absorbs). The bed looks… okay. I'm most interested in the bathroom, because I have a love/hate relationship with hotel bathrooms. I have a feeling it's going to be the size of a shoebox, because it is. The shower curtain looks like it'll stick to me and suffocate me. I take a quick scan… and, well, I'm gonna go ahead and say, nope!
I had a weird moment of sudden realization. I'm on the road and I have no clean underwear. This is a sign of a life lacking preparedness.
3:30 PM - Coffee, the Savior
The free coffee in the lobby! Okay, that’s a win. It tasted like burnt liquid charcoal, but hey, beggars can't be choosers. Plus, the lobby has an odd charm, where I can witness lots of other people trying the same stuff as me.
4:00 PM - Snacks and the Existential Dread of the Vending Machine
The vending machine. The siren song of the desperate traveler. I contemplate buying a bag of chips. But the prices! My god, the prices! Five dollars for a bag of crisps? I decide to suffer the pangs of hunger.
I should probably get some real food at some point.
7:00 PM - Dinner at a "Local" and the Quest for Decent Food
Ok. I followed the suggestion of the La Quinta staff and went to a "highly-rated" diner about a mile away. "Highly-rated" apparently means "greasy spoon that's seen better decades". The burger was… well, let's just say it tasted like it had a past. The fries were limp. The waitress was lovely, bless her heart, but the food… it just wasn't worth the mile walk. Another sign I need to make better choices.
9:00 PM - Back to the Room, Netflix, and the Sweet Embrace of Exhaustion
Back at La Quinta. Exhausted, full of regret, and feeling like I've aged ten years since landing. Netflix it is. I'm currently watching something utterly ridiculous (a show about competitive… competitive dog grooming?!) because, frankly, my brain needs it.
Day 2: San Francisco or Bust (and a Mild Panic Over the Cable Cars)
8:00 AM - The "Free" Breakfast (and the Battle for the Waffles)
The dreaded "free breakfast." It's a buffet, but oh so, so far from a luxurious one. The scrambled eggs are suspiciously yellow, the sausage is… well, I'm not entirely sure what it is, and the waffles? The waffles are the prize. I fight for a waffle.
9:00 AM - The Epic Struggle with Public Transport
Okay, so I thought I was going to just hop on the BART and be whisked away to the glittering city of San Francisco, but oh no… The BART requires a card, which requires a ticket. And the ticket machine is… complicated. I'm pretty sure I spent longer trying to understand the fare system than it takes to fly to another state.
10:30 AM - The Cable Car Crusade
I made it! I found a cable car! I had to wait for half an hour for a seat, and I'm pretty sure I heard a woman loudly complain about the tourists (me included) the entire time, but I made it. The views… are actually pretty darn spectacular. I probably should have worn a coat, because the wind is insane. This is the point when I want to go see the Golden Gate Bridge but I don't know how.
12:00 PM - Lunch, and the Search for Authentic Cuisine
I stumble into a little cafe that smells of fresh bread. I order a sandwich. I eat it. It's actually delicious. I feel a flicker of hope.
1:00 PM - Golden Gate Park… or, the Attempt at an Artsy Stroll
Golden Gate Park! I decided to act like a sophisticated individual, who enjoys a walk through a park. I take a picture of a flower. I feel myself slowly melting into my very own tourist stereotype. I don't know what to do next.
3:00 PM - The Trip Back, and the Existential Dread Creeps In
I'm back at La Quinta. I'm tired and smell like the salty air of the sea.
7:00 PM - Eating more food. Praying it's better
I ordered pizza.
9:00 PM - The Room. The Bed. The Sweet, Sweet Sweetened Dreams
Ah. Bed. Sweet, sweet bed. And that's really it.
Day 3: Departure and the Aftermath
- 8:00 AM - Breakfast Again
- 9:00 AM - Pack-up and Sadness
- 10:00 AM - The Airport
- 12:00 PM - Going Home!
This itinerary is a mess. But maybe that's the point. It's a snapshot of the ordinary chaos of travel, the highs and lows, the moments of laughter and the moments of "what have I gotten myself into?". And isn't that what life, and travel, is all about? Okay, I'm done. Back to the regular chaotic me, in the hopes that one day I can travel without the existential dread.
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