Amarillo's BEST Staybridge Suites? (Western Crossing Review!)
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because we're about to dive headfirst into the Amarillo Staybridge Suites at Western Crossing. Forget those sterile, predictable reviews you’ve been reading. This is the real deal, the unvarnished truth, straight from a weary traveler's keyboard. And trust me, I’ve seen some stuff. (Mostly questionable hotel art.)
First Impressions – The Arrival and the Unexpected:
Okay, first things first. Accessibility? They're mostly on point. Ramps are present, and the front desk is… well, it's a desk. Nothing groundbreaking, but accessible enough. Getting around the property in a wheelchair looked manageable. Mostly. It's the little things, y'know? Like are the toiletries actually within reach? (More on that potential minor gripe in "Available in all rooms" below.)
And speaking of arrival, I’d flown in from… well, let’s just say my flight was delayed. Horribly. I was hangry – a state I don’t recommend experiencing within the walls of an airport. Honestly, my blood sugar was probably in the negatives. I was a mess! But the friendly face at reception, that made a difference. A genuine smile and a swift check-in. Thank goodness for that! Made all the travel horrors melt away, even if it was just for a sec.
Rooms – The Sanctuary (Mostly) and the Minor Gripe… again:
Alright, let’s talk rooms. Available in all rooms: You're getting air conditioning, a mini-fridge, a microwave (essential for those late-night snack attacks), a coffee maker, and, thankfully, seriously, blackout curtains! God, how I love blackout curtains. The usual suspects. And… here it is… the potential accessibility issue: the placement of the toiletries. A minor, possibly nit-picky, observation: If you're in a wheelchair, how accessible are they? I didn't have a wheelchair with me, but it made me think, so it probably applies!
The Wi-Fi Saga – (Or, How I Survived Without Actual Human Contact):
Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! Praise be! And it worked. Consistently. Which, for a hotel these days, is a minor miracle. I needed it. Seriously. Gotta work, gotta stream, gotta pretend I'm not drowning in emails… and I did all of those things! There's also Internet access – wireless. It worked. Again, a miracle.
The "Activities" (Or, Let's Be Honest, the Ways to UnWind):
Okay, so, Swimming pool [outdoor]. Looked inviting. I didn’t use it. I was too busy napping the afternoon away. But it looked sparkling and clean. Fitness center – I bravely glanced in the door. Looked like the standard hotel gym fare. Treadmills, ellipticals, and the faint, unsettling thrum of the existential dread that always accompanies a hotel gym. (It's ok, I have a beer belly now.) And there’s also a Sauna Spa/sauna. I'm a fan of relaxing.
Breakfast – The Bread and Breakfast of Champions:
Breakfast [buffet]: Now THIS is where it gets interesting. The usual suspects were present: eggs (somewhat rubbery but edible), waffles (yum), cereal, fruit, and… the glorious, life-affirming possibility of coffee. The coffee was good. Very important. Breakfast takeaway service, too – which is great if you’re short on time. I love a good hot breakfast, I didn't get it. And the pastries were sadly, not the best, but sometimes it's about the ritual, not the perfection.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking – Fuel For Your Adventures (or Naps):
There's a Snack bar. Crucial. I might have availed myself of its services at 2 AM. Don't judge me. There's also a Bar, to which I never made it – the bed and the blackout curtains were calling my name. There's also a Coffee shop, too, which is nice to have.
Cleanliness and Safety – The Germaphobe's Delight?
Cleanliness and safety are, let's be honest, paramount these days. Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, Rooms sanitized between stays. They're taking it seriously. I saw staff cleaning! It felt… safe.
Services and Conveniences – The Little Things That Matter:
Daily housekeeping – made my bed, so I didn’t have to! Bless them. Laundry service – thank God, because my suitcase was full of shame and dirty clothes. Elevator – also a blessing. Car park [free of charge] – a huge plus if you're driving, which, in Amarillo, you probably are (and again, this is Amarillo, not the bustling metropolis of New York City, ok?).
For the Kids – (I Can Only Speculate):
Family/child friendly. There were families there. Seems like a good place to bring your kids. There were no screaming offspring to cause me any grief, nor were there any kids facilities or babysitting service on-site.
Getting Around – (Mostly Requires a Car):
Car park [free of charge]. You're going to need a car in Amarillo. Period. There is Airport transfer which is probably good, and Taxi service too, which is always handy.
The Verdict – Would I Stay Again?
Absolutely. The Staybridge Suites at Western Crossing is a solid choice. It's clean, comfortable, and has everything you need. The staff is friendly, the Wi-Fi works, and the blackout curtains… oh, the blackout curtains. They're worth the price of admission alone.
Now, for my VERY persuasive marketing pitch.*
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- Free Wi-Fi That Actually Works: Stay connected (or disconnect, your call).
- Blackout Curtains (Seriously, They're Amazing): Sleep like a baby, even in the Texas sunshine.
- Free Breakfast: Fuel up for your Amarillo adventures.
- Friendly Faces: The staff will make you feel like family (the good kind).
- Cleanliness You Can Trust: They're taking safety seriously.
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P.P.S. I promise you won't regret it… unless you hate good coffee, comfy beds, and friendly people. And if you do, well, maybe you should stay home.
Bali's Villa Casa Shanti Deluxe: Your Dream Escape Awaits!
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because we're about to embark on my chaotic journey through the Staybridge Suites Amarillo Western Crossing. Let's just say, this ain't gonna be your Pinterest-perfect itinerary. This is REAL. This is me, navigating the wilds of the Texas Panhandle, caffeine levels fluctuating wildly, and probably judging everyone's choice of breakfast sausage.
Day 1: Arrival & Amarillo Aces (or, How I Became Best Friends with a Vending Machine)
- 1:00 PM: Finally! Amarillo, here I am. After a harrowing drive (seriously, those wind turbines look like giant, malevolent sentinels) I make it to the Staybridge. First impressions? Eh. Clean enough. The lobby smells faintly of chlorine and regret. Check-in is smooth though, and the front desk lady seems genuinely happy to see me, which wins points. I'm assigned a room on the second floor. Elevators? Yes, thank the lord. I'm not about to tackle a staircase after all that driving, and I'm not getting any younger.
- 1:30 PM: Room conquered. It's…spacious. Like, "I could probably host a small dance recital in here" spacious. But somehow also feels a bit sterile. Gotta remedy that. I dump my bags, immediately go on the hunt for the holy grail of travel - a coffee machine. Jackpot! Now we're talking.
- 2:00 PM - 4:00 PM: Unpack. Assess the damage of the drive. Try to resist the allure of the bed, and mostly fail. Do some work (the Wi-Fi is surprisingly decent, which is already a win). And I slowly begin the process of unpacking, which is a messy and chaotic undertaking. It usually always starts with the bag of snacks. Always.
- 4:30 PM: The siren call of the vending machine. I'm weak. Mountain Dew, Sour Patch Kids, and a desperate prayer for a decent bag of chips later, I realize I've spent a small fortune on junk food. But hey, at least I'm well-hydrated and sugar-fueled.
- 5:00 PM: I need some air. Time to explore. I take a quick walk around the hotel. It's near, well, stuff. Restaurants, a grocery store, a liquor store (priorities, people). Doesn't scream "romantic getaway" but it’s functional. I go back to my room ready to settle down for the night.
- 6:00 PM: Dinner at a local place called "Cattle Call" - I'm a sucker for a good pun. Honestly, the food was…fine. The service was friendly, but I swear, the steak was trying to become one with the plate. I'm not a grill master, but I think this was a little overdone.
- 8:00 PM: Back at the hotel. Channel surfing (nothing good on, shocker). Contemplating the meaning of life. Maybe order a pizza? Decisions, decisions… I decide to skip the pizza (I might have to start living in just the room at this point, I don't want to be judged, I got my snacks!) and try to sleep.
Day 2: Route 66 & Room Shenanigans (or, My Encounter with a Broken Showerhead)
- 7:00 AM: Wake up, feeling slightly worse for wear (damn you, that Mountain Dew!) I've got to admit, the hotel breakfast is… well, they've got the basics. Scrambled eggs that possibly came from a powdered source, suspiciously orange "cheese" and a waffle maker that's seen better days, but it does the job. Coffee, though? Undrinkable, or maybe the espresso machine is broken. I'm unsure.
- 8:00 AM: I feel like doing a little exploring of Amarillo. I'll probably have to drive somewhere.
- 9:00 AM - 12:00 PM: Route 66 adventures! Cadillac Ranch! The weird, wonderful, graffiti-covered cars were exactly as advertised. Totally worth the drive. The sun was beating down, I got some cool pictures, and I even managed to resist the urge to spray paint on the Cadillacs (just kidding… maybe). I had to get a little bit of a souvenir.
- 12:30 PM: Back at the hotel. Shower time! …Oh, dear. The showerhead is doing its best imitation of a sprinkler system. Water's going everywhere except where it's supposed to. I'm not a plumber, but this isn't ideal. I call the front desk, bracing myself for a potential "sorry, we're full" response, but to my surprise, they're super helpful. They send someone up right away. Points for customer service, Staybridge!
- 1:30 PM - 4:00 PM: The wait, which gave me time to contemplate how much I hate wet socks. I'm not sure why this happens.
- 4:00 PM: Maintenance guy finally arrives. He's a grizzled veteran of showerhead battles, I can tell. After a few awkward moments of him squinting and muttering, it's fixed! Hallelujah! Time for a proper shower!
- 5:00 PM: I decide I need a break from all the walking. I start working and watching bad TV.
- 6:00 PM: Dinner at a place called "The Big Texan Steak Ranch". I actually have a great experience at the place. What a day!
- 9:00 PM: Bed.
Day 3: Farewell Amarillo, Hello, Reality?
- 7:00 AM: Woke up, ready to go. I grab a quick breakfast and finish packing.
- 9:00 AM: Check out. I have a good conversation with the front desk lady.
- 9:30 AM: on the road, but I'm ready to get back.
Post-Trip Thoughts (aka, The Rambling Conclusion):
So, the Staybridge Suites Amarillo Western Crossing. It wasn't the Ritz. It wasn't even particularly memorable in a good way, except for the showerhead of doom. But, you know what? It was a comfortable enough base for this Amarillo adventure. It had the essentials, the staff was friendly (even when I was probably a bit of a disaster), and it did the job. Would I stay there again? Maybe. If I'm ever back in Amarillo, and the price is right, and, crucially, the showerheads are cooperating. And if I can find a vending machine that sells gourmet chips, I'm sold. Now, let's be honest, it's time to go home, and I'm excited to unpack, wash some clothes and get back to my everyday life. Because nothing beats home.
Escape to Paradise: Tsutaya Ryokan Unzen, Japan - Your Dream Getaway Awaits
Okay, first things first: What *is* this thing anyway? Like, for real, in English, no jargon?
Alright, so... this is gonna sound vague, but here goes. Basically, we're talking about... well, *it*. You know, the *thing*. The elephant in the room, the... Okay, okay, before I lose you. Let's call it "The Process." And the only way to really know what it *is* is to do it. Which, yeah, I know, infuriating. Trust me, I've been there. It's like trying to explain the color blue to a blind person. Ugh. But the more you do it, the better you'll be at it. Even if you are bad at first, keep at it. It's all about the journey.
Is it hard? Gimme the straight truth. My anxiety is already through the roof.
Hard? Honey, it's like trying to herd cats while juggling flaming chainsaws. Okay, maybe that's *slightly* dramatic. But yeah, it can be. Especially at first. There's going to be times you want to throw your hands up, scream into a pillow, and binge-watch bad reality TV. (Don’t judge. We’ve all been there.) I remember one time, I was trying to ... and I just completely blanked. My brain decided it was done for the day and literally shut down. I just stared at the screen, willing the words to come. They didn't. Cue the internal freak-out! But then, magically, the next day it kind of clicked, and it's better now. Because I kept at it. That's the key. And yes, I still get brain freeze sometimes. It's normal.
How do I even *start*? Seriously, where do I even BEGIN?
Okay, deep breaths! It's like… well, it's like learning to ride a bike. Remember that feeling? Wobbling. Fear. Scraped knees. My advice? Just… *start*. Pick a topic, ANY topic. Anything you're even remotely interested in. Don't overthink it. Don't try to be perfect. Just... write. I remember my first attempts. Cringeworthy. Like, seriously, I wouldn't even show them to my dog. But that’s fine! It's the only way to get better. Start with something easy, like a question or a prompt. Then, just let the words tumble out. They don't have to be pretty. They don't have to be perfect. Just... write. I was so awful, and it was embarrassing, and I almost gave up, but here I am, and so will you.
What about... um... structure? Do I, like, need a plan for this whole "thing"?
Okay, structure. Yes, and no. Look, some people are all about the outlines and the bullet points and the color-coded sticky notes. God bless 'em. I'm not one of those people. I'm more of a "let's see where this hot mess goes" kind of person. But *some* kind of organization is helpful, I guess. Think of it like a road trip. You don't *necessarily* need a detailed itinerary, but heading in the right direction is kinda nice. I like to start with the general idea, then brainstorm it, then write. Adjust as I go. Maybe. Sometimes. Okay. It depends. You do you.
How do I deal with the inevitable Writer's Block? It's the REAL villain here, isn't it?
Writer's Block. Ugh. The bane of my existence. The reason for the endless staring at the blinking cursor. Look, it happens to *everyone*. Even the pros. My secret weapon? Walk away. Seriously. Get up. Go for a walk. Make a coffee. Talk to a friend. Do *anything* else. Sometimes, you just need to let your brain simmer for a bit. I’ve spent whole afternoons just staring at the ceiling and thinking about… well, nothing. And then, bam, the ideas start flowing again. Or, you know, maybe they don't. In that case, try something new, experiment. Try something different. Shake things up. Eat a taco. That usually helps.
What if I'm just... not good at it? What if I'm terrible? (Be honest!)
Look, are you going to be a literary genius overnight? Probably not. Can you be good? Yes. Are you going to be terrible at first? Maybe! And that's okay. In fact, embrace the terrible! The first few drafts are always, ALWAYS, awful. It's a rite of passage. It's a right of passage. Consider them the equivalent of a practice run. If you're not willing to be bad at something, you'll never get good at it. I used to be so crippled by the fear of failure, and it paralyzed me. Now? I laugh at my early attempts. They're part of the journey. And honestly? Sometimes, even now, I'm still terrible. And I'm fine with it. Keep learning. Keep trying. Keep failing. Rinse and repeat baby.
Okay, let's talk about... well, what's it *for*? What's even the *point* of this whole exercise?
Ah, the big question! That's the billion-dollar question! Okay, I'm kidding. Mostly. The point? Well, for me, it originally started because I was forced to do some, and frankly, I disliked it! But, and I am not even kidding, I kept at it. And it's gotten better. It can be a creative outlet, a way to clarify your thoughts, a means of self-discovery. It also helps me hone some skills. And, um, maybe eventually make some money? Who knows. It can be therapeutic, or it can be pure frustration. It depends on the day. The point is... find your point. And then, explore it. Or just keep writing and hope it finds you.
What about feedback? Should I share my... masterpieces? Uh, and how do I deal with criticism?
Feedback. Ah, the double-edged sword. On the one hand, it's invaluable. Another set of eyes can catch things you miss. It can provide a new perspective. On the other hand, it can crush your soul! Okay, maybe I'm being dramatic. But criticism can sting. Even whenHotel Near Airport
