Escape to Paradise: Three Waters Resort & Marina, Islamorada
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because we're diving deep into a hotel review that's less perfectly curated and more… well, more me. Forget the polished brochures; we're talking real life, with all its glorious imperfections. Let's get messy! And I'm going to imagine a hotel called "The Serenity Sands Resort" – because, you know, creative license.
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NOW, LET'S GET REAL… Serenity Sands Resort – My Uncensored Take
Alright, so picture this: I'm finally on vacation. Sun, sand, hopefully some semblance of civilization, and above all, a break from this chaotic life. Serenity Sands Resort. Sounded promising, right? Spoiler alert: it was… an experience.
Accessibility (Okay, This Matters.)
First things first, because my own grandmother uses a wheelchair some of the time, and that's what matters: Accessibility is KEY. The website promised the works: wheelchair-friendly everything. And, mostly, they delivered. Ramps everywhere (nice!), elevators that actually worked (bonus!), and plenty of space to maneuver in most common areas. BUT… and there’s always a but, isn’t there? The entrance to the main restaurant was a bit tight. Not impossible for my Gran, but definitely a struggle. The pool-side bar was a little problematic for her to get to. Like, seriously? Are you trying to exclude people? It’s the little things. One of the reasons I’m going to dock them a point in the end!
On-Site Eats and Drinks (Fueling the Machine!)
Restaurants & Lounges: Okay, so they had several. The main one, "The Coral Reef", promised international cuisine. A la carte options were available, but the buffet… oh, the buffet. More on that in a minute. They had a nice bar (poolside!), decent happy hour deals, but the snacks were questionable.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: The coffee shop was decent. Coffee/tea was readily accessible. And the Poolside bar was great! The drinks were strong, the views were… well, they were there. There was a snack bar – but the offerings were mostly pre-packaged and sad-looking. I took a hard pass on the soup.
The Buffet… The Buffet…: Here's where things get interesting. There was the usual breakfast buffet (Asian and Western options, blah blah blah). The problem? The sheer volume of people. It was like a feeding frenzy. Finding a clean table was a quest. And the food? Let's just say the “freshly made omelets” tasted suspiciously like… powdered eggs. (Shudders.) I swear, I saw a waiter drop a whole rack of croissants on the floor, pick them up, and dust them off. I shudder. Okay, I'll try to move on before I have another flashback.
Cleanliness and Safety (Essential, But Not Always Obvious)
COVID Concerns: They CLAIMED to be on top of things. Anti-viral cleaning products? Check. Daily disinfection? Check. Staff trained in safety protocols? Unclear. I saw a lot of “cleaning” that seemed… superficial. HOWEVER, they at least made an effort. You could opt out of room sanitization which I think is a great feature!
Hand Sanitizer & Hygiene: Hand sanitizer stations were everywhere (thank goodness!). Individually wrapped food? Mostly. I did see a few tongs being shared during buffet… you know….
Internet (Because, Let's Be Real, We're Addicted)
- Wi-Fi: Promisingly: "Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!" Ha. The signal in my room was… intermittent. Half the time, I was staring at that little spinning wheel of death. The Wi-Fi in the public areas was slightly better, but still not great.
- Internet [LAN]: I'm not even sure what this is anymore. Did anyone even use this?
- Internet Services: The offered the usual – but I had to go to the front desk once because I couldn’t get anything to load.
Things to Do (Or, How to Avoid Complete Boredom)
- Spa: The spa! THIS was a highlight. The massage was… heavenly. Truly. I could have stayed there all day. Body wraps, body scrubs – the works. The sauna was a good way to relax, and the steamroom was okay.
- Fitness Center: Standard hotel-gym fare. Nothing to write home about.
- Swimming Pool: The main pool? With a view? Yes, it was. Gawgeous. However, it. Was crammed! I preferred the smaller one.
- Other Activities: They offered some activities -- a kids club, some of the stuff.
- The Kids Stuff: I didn’t have kids with me, but I did see a kids' club, and they did offer babysitting.
The Room (My Personal Haven, or the Scene of the Crime?)
- Available in all rooms: the list read like a checklist. And, honestly, they were mostly there. Air conditioning? Check. Blackout curtains? Check. Hair dryer? Check. But the devil's in the details.
- The Bed: Fine. Not amazing, not terrible, just… a bed.
- The View: I specifically requested a high floor, and they delivered. The view was decent. Not breathtaking, but okay.
- The Bathroom: The shower pressure was terrible. The toiletries were generic. And I swear, the drain was clogged.
- Internet Access: Not great.
- The Small Stuff: A few thoughtful touches – complimentary tea and coffee, a decent-sized closet. The in-room safe box was a bit small, and you had to pay for the mini bar
- The Imperfections: The soundproofing wasn't amazing. I could still hear the drunken revelry from the hallway. My room wasn't cleaned until mid afternoon one day.
- The Extras: I really liked the bathrobes and slippers, but I don't need them.
Services and Conveniences (The Little Things That Matter)
- Concierge: Surprisingly helpful. They made some great recommendations for local restaurants.
- Housekeeping: Mostly good. The room was clean, but it wasn't always that clean.
- Daily Housekeeping: They advertised it, and they delivered, but the attention to detail wavered sometimes.
- Laundry and Ironing: I was glad to use the ironing service.
- Extras: Check-in/out was easy. I was even able to check out on my phone.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking (Eating Your Feelings)
- The Buffet Experience: I went on and on about it for a REASON.
- The Other Restaurants: I mostly avoided the main restaurant after the buffet experience.
- Other Options: The poolside bar was a savior!
For the Kids (Bless Their Little Hearts)
- Family-Friendly: They were family-friendly, but I couldn't tell how much without any kids.
Getting Around (Mostly Easy)
- Airport Transfer: They offered it, but I never had to.
- Parking: Free car park, which is always a plus.
Overall Impression (The Messy Truth)
So, would I go back to Serenity Sands Resort? Maybe. The spa was amazing. Some things were great, others were a hot mess. The food was hit or miss, the Wi-Fi was atrocious, and the accessibility, while good, could be better. For the price, I expected a little more polish. I'd have to weigh the pros and cons… and make sure I pack extra data for my phone.
Rating: 3.5 out of 5 Stars. Could be great. With a few tweaks. And a whole lot more coffee. (And a less terrifying buffet.)
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into a messy, imperfect, gloriously human adventure at the Three Waters Resort in Islamorada. Forget those sterile, picture-perfect itineraries. This is the real deal, folks. Strap in, because things are about to get…interesting.
Three Waters & Islamorada: My Chaos-Fueled Itinerary (aka, "Pray for My Liver")
Day 1: Arrival & Utter Bliss…Followed by a Mild Panic
Time: 2:00 PM - 4:00 PM: Arrival! (Let’s hope the flight wasn't delayed… again). Picture this: I’m strolling into the Three Waters, fresh off the plane, smelling like… well, airplane. Immediately, jaw drops. The lobby? Gorgeous, airy, Instagram-worthy. That ocean view already making me forget I left the iron on. Check-in was smooth (thank heavens, dealing with travel fatigue is a nightmare), and the room is… chef's kiss. I have a balcony overlooking the water. This is it, people. Paradise.
Time: 4:00 PM - 6:00 PM: Poolside Revelry & Emotional Rollercoaster. Cue: Poolside. Order a seriously strong margarita. (Because, vacation.) The sun is baking my skin, the icy drink is hitting the spot. I’m thinking, "This is the life." Suddenly, a wave of panic washes over me. Did I pack sunscreen? Did I remember to pay all the bills before coming? Why do I always forget to charge my phone? Deep breaths, self. Deep breaths.
Time: 6:00 PM - 8:00 PM: Dinner at the Resort's Restaurant. I'm craving seafood. Expecting fancy overpriced fare. Then: The food. AMAZING. Perfectly grilled snapper. Seriously, I'm still dreaming about it. As I eat, I chat with a couple next to me who are celebrating their 40th anniversary. Sweetness. Feeling utterly relaxed, a bit tipsy, and convinced that this is the best day of my life.
Time: 8:00 PM onward: Balcony chill. Stare at the water. Stargazing. Maybe a late-night snack (because, vacation). The night is warm, the stars are out, and I'm officially in vacation mode.
Day 2: Ocean Adventures & My Own Personal Disasters
Time: 9:00 AM - 12:00 PM: Attempted Snorkeling. Okay, so I signed up for a snorkeling trip. Me. The girl who once nearly drowned in a bathtub. Let's just say, it was… an experience. The water was crystal clear, the coral was stunning. The fish? They’re laughing at me, I swear. I'm there, struggling to breathe through a leaky snorkel (the mask kept filling up with water, and I'm swallowing half the ocean), and somehow still managing to see the colorful fish. But honestly? The panic almost took over. I'm not going to lie. I felt scared. By the end of it, I'm exhausted, slightly salty, and feeling like I’ve run a marathon.
Time: 12:00 PM - 2:00 PM: Lunch at a Casual Diner. My snorkel-induced near-death experience totally whipped up an appetite, so lunch at a local diner. The food was solid, and the people-watching was top-notch. I saw a guy wearing a shirt that said, "I'm not always sarcastic… sometimes I'm asleep." I felt that deeply.
Time: 2:00 PM - 5:00 PM: Pool Time (take two). This time, armed with waterproof mascara and the sheer will to relax. No more panic. Just…floating. Bliss. I even managed to read half a book. Success!
Time: 5:00 PM - 7:00 PM: Island Hopping. Went on a boat ride to the iconic Islamorada Sandbar. Sun, sand, and gorgeous views.
Time: 7:00 PM onward: Dinner at a local restaurant. I have to try the Key Lime pie. This is a must.
Day 3: More Chaos & Departure (Sob)
Time: 9:00 AM - 12:00 PM: Watersport fun! I have to TRY stand-up paddleboarding today! (I'm already picturing myself flailing around. Maybe I'll even take a tumble and make a splash!)
Time: 12:00 PM - 2:00 PM: Packing and last-minute souvenir shopping. Okay, this part always gives me anxiety. I can never seem to pack everything the same way. I always buy too much. And now I'm rushing, because I want to fit in one last dip in the pool before I go.
Time: 2:00 PM - 4:00 PM: (Probably) One Last Margarita & Sad Farewells. I'm going to sit on the balcony again, stare out at the ocean, and savor the last moments. Maybe even shed a tear or two. (Okay, maybe a full-blown ugly cry).
Time: 4:00 PM onward: Departure. And, you know, the inevitable dread that washes over me leaving Paradise. Back to reality, back to work, but hopefully, forever with the memories of my wonderful getaway on Three Waters and Florida Keys.
Final Thoughts (aka, My Emotional Goodbye)
This trip was… messy. It wasn't perfect. I had my moments of panic, my clumsy mishaps, and my share of questionable decisions. But that's what made it real. That's what made it mine. The Three Waters Resort? Stunning. The food? Delicious. Islamorada? Magical. Would I go back? Absolutely. (And maybe I'll learn to snorkel, too… eventually.)
So, go. Embrace the mess. Embrace the imperfections. And enjoy every single, glorious, chaotic moment. You won't regret it.
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Okay, so, what *is* this whole "thing" about? (And can we skip the jargon?)
Look, I'm going to be honest. Even I’m not entirely sure what "this whole thing" *is* sometimes. But, if you're asking generally, it's about...well, it's about understanding life, I guess? Or maybe just getting through the day without face-planting. It's a messy, beautiful, complicated human experience, and if you’re here, odds are you’re in the same boat (and maybe starting to get a little seasick). Forget the buzzwords. It's about figuring stuff out, together (or at least, separately but within earshot).
How do I even *start* thinking about...? Because, frankly, I'm overwhelmed. (And is ice cream an acceptable solution?)
Overwhelmed? Honey, join the club. My brain feels like a perpetually overflowing inbox. Honestly? Start small. Like, *really* small. Maybe just make a list. A list of things you *aren’t* going to think about right now. Or, and this is a pro tip, just lie down. Pretend you're a limp noodle for approximately five minutes. Then, okay, *then* think about the smallest, easiest thing on your plate. After that, you can decide whether or not ice cream is acceptable as a long-term coping mechanism. (Spoiler alert: it usually is. But maybe not the *only* one.)
I remember this one time... I was so overloaded with work, deadlines, and a particularly annoying email about my recycling. I just sat on my bed, staring into the abyss of my sock drawer, until I realized I was actually just hungry. Making toast felt momentous. And honestly, after the toast, things *did* feel a tiny bit better, even though the deadlines were still staring me down. So, yeah. Small steps. And carbs. Don't underestimate the carbs.
What's the *worst* advice you've ever heard? (And why did you ignore it?)
Oh, god. Where do I even start? "Fake it 'til you make it." Pure, unadulterated torture. I tried that. I *really* tried. And I just ended up feeling like a fraud, which, surprise, surprise, made everything *worse*. It’s like, if you're pretending to be confident when you're terrified, people just see the terrified part and you've wasted all that cognitive space. You know?
Also, everything that starts with "Just think positive." Like, *thanks*, buddy. I hadn't considered that! I'm pretty sure my brain is, like, 80% negative thoughts anyway. I mean, I’m trying, but sometimes the world just throws a giant pile of crap at you! The best part? Ignoring these! I go with my instincts, even if they go against some of the things I've read. I'm too messy to be 'perfect' at all times!
What about failure? (Because, let's be real, it happens.)
Oh, FAILURE. My old friend. We've spent *a lot* of quality time together. Look, here's the secret: Everyone fails. Literally everyone. From the most successful person you can imagine to the person with the best haircut in your building, they all fail. Sometimes spectacularly.
And you know what? It *sucks*. It just plain sucks. I once spent six months working on a project. Six months of late nights, caffeine, and sheer willpower. And it flopped. Flat. Like a pancake. I wanted to crawl in a hole and never come out. I remember crying in the shower one time. But then, I had some coffee and realized I'd learn from everything. I guess that's it. It’s a chance to figure out what *didn't* work, and then, maybe, *try* again. Or maybe do something totally different. The point is, you learn. And yeah, sometimes you scrape your knees. And sometimes you bleed all over things. It's awful, but you get better.
Okay, what about...Relationships? (Because *that's* a minefield.)
Ugh. Relationships. Don't even get me started. They’re like…like a box of chocolates, but instead of getting a tasty treat, you might find a philosophical debate, a passive-aggressive comment, or a whole truckload of anxiety. It's a gamble. The biggest piece of advice I can give you? Communication is key! But not just the, "Hey, how are you?" type. No, that's basic. You need to open up! Be vulnerable! Share your hopes, and fears, and, you know, your deep-seated fear of clowns. It's *hard*, but worth it! And try to remember that no relationship is ever going to be perfect. If you are in a relationship and it's only perfect, something might be wrong. A real relationship is messy and lovely all at once!
What happens when I just want to hide under the covers?
Okay, so, this is a valid, and sometimes necessary, life stage! First, assess. How long have you been hiding? Is this a short-term 'I just need a break' situation, or a 'I haven't seen sunlight in three days and I'm starting to communicate with my dust bunnies' situation? If the latter, maybe talk to someone... or get some vitamin D. If it's the first scenario, *embrace it*. Allow yourself to be a blanket burrito. Watch terrible television. Eat questionable snacks. Do *NOT* check your work email. And if you're feeling really ambitious, consider writing a list of all the things you'll do *after* you emerge. It might help you feel a tiny bit less panicked. And... seriously, the blankets are very cozy. Just don't stay there forever. Then we'll have to have a serious talk.
How do I deal with... expectations? (Especially other people's expectations.)
Ah, yes. The expectation monster. The one that whispers, "You should be further along," and "Why aren't you married?!" and "Are you *still* eating the same cereal?!" Firstly, acknowledge that other people's expectations are *their* problem, not yours. Easier said than done, I know. But truly. You are not responsible for fulfilling some arbitrary checklist that someone else created. Secondly, learn to say no. It's a superpower. It's a little bit of a mind-blower for you, too. Sometimes, you *can* say no! Thirdly, and this is the big one, figure out *your* expectations. What do *you* want? What makes *you* happy? Because, ultimately, that's the only expectation that truly matters. You'll find out that you also have your own standards and expectations, and that's okay! Start small, make anInstant Hotel Search
