Sheraton Queretaro Norte: Your Luxurious Escape Awaits!
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into a hotel review… and it's gonna be messy, real, and probably a little bit unhinged. Let's call this… "The Honestly-Too-Long-Hotel-Review-That's-Probably-Over-Optimized-For-SEO-But-Also-Like-Super-Personal". Here we go!
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(The Review: Let's Get Personal)
Right, so, let's talk about this damned hotel, shall we? I'm trying to remember the name, but I’m still recovering from the sheer… "experience.” (For the sake of argument, let’s call it The Grand Splendor Hotel – sounds suitably pretentious, doesn't it?). I’m doing this review because, honestly? I needed to vent. And maybe, just maybe, save someone else the mild trauma I endured.
First impressions are key, right? And immediately, I was hit, not with a wave of serene luxury, but with… well, let’s call it a vibe. The Grand Splendor is striving for that untouchable elegance, the kind that whispers "exclusive" in your ear while simultaneously making you feel like you've accidentally wandered onto a movie set and the actors aren't quite ready to rehearse.
Accessibility:
Okay, let’s start with the good stuff. Because, honestly, I’m trying to be fair. I saw a few people using wheelchairs. The elevators seemed decent. They even claimed to have wheelchair access to some of the restaurants in the lobby, and the pool. But I don't have personal experience, so I won’t swear to it. This information is based on the hotel’s website though… so, take that as you will.
On-site Restaurants/Lounges & Dining, drinking, and snacking:
This is where things get… complicated. Their "world-class" buffet, the centerpiece restaurant, the “Celestial Platter,” felt less like a gourmet experience and more like a battleground for the hungry. I swear, I saw a brawl break out once over the last croissant. (Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating, but the frenzy… the frenzy!). The choices were plentiful, though. There was the usual… breakfast buffet… and a la carte too.
And I think I saw a… poolside bar. Probably a snack bar as well.
Cleanliness and Safety, COVID-19 Blues:
Alright, this is crucial. I’m a germaphobe by nature, so COVID made me… a lot worse. The Grand Splendor went all out. They bragged about anti-viral cleaning products, daily disinfection in common areas, and sterilizing everything. You’d better believe they had hand sanitizer everywhere. And the staff? They were all armed with masks and plastic smiles, though you could see the exhaustion behind their eyes. They even had room sanitization opt-out available, which, I can tell you, is a blessing for a paranoid mess like me. They Individually-wrapped food options too. So, thumbs up.
Rooms! Available in all rooms, I hope!
Finally! Escaping the buffet! My room… was… a room. It had a desk, a desk. Oh, and slippers, and bathrobes. Basic, but better than the hunger games downstairs. I believe I had a balcony. The TV had satellite/cable channels. And – thank heavens – Wi-Fi [free]. The desk was okay, and the bed was comfy. My room also had blackout curtains, so I could finally sleep in.
Swimming Pool/Spa/Fitness Center: The “Relaxation” Section – Which Wasn’t
Oh boy. So, the pool with a view? Yes, there was a pool. The view? Of some other indistinguishable building. I tried to use the Spa. The Sauna was underwhelming. The Steamroom was… steamy. The Gym/fitness area was full. I tried to get a massage but couldn’t get one, which was fine with me.
Services and Conveniences
Lots of stuff here. Air conditioning in public areas was probably important, it was roasting. I think they had concierge? Daily housekeeping. Elevator. Laundry service. Room service [24-hour]. I’d get a luggage storage facility. Safety deposit boxes. Lots of stuff, but honestly? I barely used any of it.
For the Kids
I could see lots of Kids facilities around.
Getting Around
I think they offered Airport transfer, but I’m not certain.
Conclusion: My Over-the-Top Opinion
Look, am I being too hard? Maybe. Am I being honest? Absolutely. The Grand Splendor is… fine. It’s a hotel, after all. The free Wi-Fi was a lifesaver, and the room wasn't bad. But it lacked that je ne sais quoi. That spark. That thing that makes a hotel stay memorable for good reasons, not just because you can remember the chaos of the buffet.
Would I go back? Maybe. If I had to.
Final Rating: C+ (Would be a solid B+ if the croissant situation was sorted.)
(P.S. The "Happy Hour" at the bar? Avoid it. Seriously.)
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your sanitized travel brochure. This is the real Queretaro, warts and all, experienced through my gloriously imperfect lens. My home base? The Four Points by Sheraton Queretaro Norte. Let's see if it lives up to the name. (Spoiler alert: hotel rooms are always a gamble, aren't they?)
Day 1: Arrival, Anxiety, and Amazing Tacos (Mostly in That Order)
- 1:00 PM: Landed at Queretaro International. Smooth, surprisingly. I hate airports. Hate them. The smell of jet fuel always triggers some deep-seated existential dread. But the airport? A breath of fresh air. Clean. Efficient. Score one for Mexico!
- 1:30 PM: Taxi to the hotel. I managed to almost understand the driver's rapid-fire Spanish. This is a personal victory.
- 2:00 PM: Checking in. The lobby… well, it's a lobby. Functional. The air conditioning is doing a good job fighting off the late afternoon humidity. A small win. The room? Ah, the room. Let's just say the decor screams "business travel" more than "romantic getaway." But the bed looked promising. Exhaustion is a powerful anesthetic, right?
- 3:00 PM: The dreaded unpack. Are you even really on vacation if you haven't wrestled with suitcase-induced chaos? No. You are not.
- 3:30 PM: Okay, hunger pangs are intensifying. Time for a mission: find tacos. My inner compass, which is usually useless, guided me. Asked around, and was directed to a tiny spot down the street. No English spoken. No menus. Just a sizzling grill and the promise of carne asada. Oh. My. God. I swear, I'm still dreaming of the tacos. Pure, unadulterated bliss. Crunchy tortillas, tender meat, a fiery (but manageable) salsa. My Spanish wasn't great, but I gestured my appreciation. The lady at the counter gave me a knowing smile. I think we understood each other.
- 5:00 PM: Strolled around the neighborhood. The architecture is stunning. Seriously, Queretaro is a UNESCO World Heritage site for a reason. Just wandered, soaked it in, and tried not to get lost. Success! Barely.
- 7:00 PM: Back to the hotel. Dinner at the hotel bar. Eh. Perfectly acceptable. Nothing to write home about. I had a margarita. Two. Three? I don't remember…The day's adventures finally catching up with me.
- 9:00 PM: Crash. The bed was as good as it looked. Slept like a log, dreams filled with tacos and cobblestone streets.
Day 2: Culture Shock, Street Art, and Questionable Coffee (A Rollercoaster of Emotions)
- 8:00 AM: Woke up groggy. The coffee in the room? Abysmal. Seriously, it tasted like sadness mixed with regret. Definitely not a good start.
- 9:00 AM: Breakfast at the hotel: buffet. The usual suspects: eggs, toast, fruit. Nothing offensive, nothing to write home about. But I did manage to fill my plate multiple times, so, yay?
- 10:00 AM: Determined to embrace culture! Walked into the historic center. The colors! The architecture! The sheer vibrancy of it all nearly knocked me over. This is where Queretaro shines. I swear, every corner I turned I was tripping over another photo opportunity. The churches are breathtaking. The plazas are bustling. I was completely overwhelmed, in the best way possible.
- 11:00 AM: Wandered through the "Centro Historico." Stopped at the Teatro de la República, where the Mexican Constitution was signed. Very cool. I felt oddly reverent.
- 12:00 PM: Lunch: I found a charming little cafe tucked away in an alley (thanks again, inner compass!). Delicious sandwiches. Life felt good.
- 1:00 PM: Explored the street art scene. The walls are alive with color, creativity, and commentary. I saw a mural that made me laugh, and another that made me want to cry. Queretaro, you are complicated!
- 3:00 PM: Another round of wandering, lost my way. Found myself in a residential neighborhood. Watched a group of kids playing soccer in the street. This is what travel is all about, the raw, unfiltered moments.
- 4:00 PM: Coffee break. Needed. Desperately. Found myself in a cafe the locals raved about. Coffee? Slightly better. Actually, it was great. A small salvation.
- 5:00 PM: Back in the hotel to recharge. Siesta time! Well, try to recharge. The sound of construction outside my window, which I somehow didn't notice earlier, was maddening.
- 7:00 PM: Decided to try a restaurant. A slightly more fancy place. Fancy for Queretaro, anyway. The food? Exquisite. The wine? Equally so. I let myself get a little carried away, and the bill reflected that. My wallet is now on a strict ramen diet. Totally worth it.
- 9:00 PM: Crawled back to the hotel. Another day, another margarita. Or two. Or three? You get the picture.
Day 3: Day Trip to Bernal Pueblo Magico, and Emotional Fireworks
9:00 AM: Organized a taxi to visit the Pena de Bernal. This is what I came here for. The third biggest monolith in the world. I mean, come on.
10:00 AM: The drive to Bernal was lovely. The countryside is beautiful. The anticipation was building.
11:00 AM: Arrived in Bernal. Whoa. The monolith is even more impressive in person. It’s simply massive. Jaw-dropping. Took the obligatory photos, but honestly, no photo can do it justice.
12:00 PM: Started the climb to the top. Okay, it was not easy. The altitude, the sun, my general lack of fitness… I wanted to quit ten times. But the views from the top were beyond incredible. The feeling of accomplishment was immense. This is probably what people mean when they say "spiritual experience."
1:00 PM: Had lunch in Bernal. Had a wonderful, long chat with a local. The language barrier made the conversation even more beautiful. I love this city.
3:00 PM: Bought some souvenirs. A small, colorful piece of art. I probably overpaid but oh well.
4:00 PM: Back in the taxi, heading back to the hotel.
6:00 PM: The return to the hotel was quiet. The whole day kind of mellowed me. I was feeling grateful: for the beauty of the world, for the chance to experience it.
7:00 PM: After getting back to the hotel, I decided to skip dinner. I was still full from the afternoon, and I just wanted to have a simple night in.
7:30 PM: I went to the hotel bar and treated myself to one last margarita.
9:00 PM: Crash. I was exhausted, but happy.
Day 4: Departure, Regret, and a Promise to Return (The Final Act)
- 8:00 AM: Woke up with a pang of sadness. Leaving already? This trip had been such a rollercoaster.
- 9:00 AM: Breakfast, checking out. The staff at the Four Points were actually pretty nice.
- 10:00 AM: Taxi to the airport, with a heavy heart. Say goodbye to Queretaro. The city has such character. I'd recommend coming.
- 10:30 AM: Airport security. The usual. The dread returned.
- 11:30 AM: Waiting for my flight. I started reading a book.
- 1:00 PM: Flight to the US. Goodbye. Goodbye Queretaro. See you again real soon !
The Four Points? Fine. Not the point. The point is Queretaro. The tacos. The culture. The people. The moments of sublime beauty mixed with the moments of pure, unadulterated frustration. This trip wasn’t perfect. Far from it. But that’s exactly why I loved it. Adios, Queretaro. You’ve stolen a piece of my heart.
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So, what *is* this thing anyway? (And why do I suddenly feel like I need a nap?)
Ugh, okay, let's just rip the band-aid off. This is basically a bunch of questions and answers about… *gestures vaguely around* …stuff. Think of it like those "Frequently Asked Questions" you see on websites, but instead of being all polished and professional, it's like, me, you, and a whole lot of caffeine-fueled rambling. I'm trying to be helpful, but *help* is sometimes a strong word. Sometimes, I just need to get it all out. Like, seriously, I woke up at 3 AM thinking about the existential dread of leftover lasagna. It's a *lot*, y'know?
Why should I even bother reading this? Is it… useful?
Look, I'm not gonna lie. Probably not. Unless you enjoy watching someone flail around trying to sound like they know what they're talking about. But hey, maybe you'll find a nugget of wisdom buried under all the "ums" and "likes." Maybe you'll get a good laugh. Maybe you'll just feel less alone in your own chaotic existence. (That's honestly the best-case scenario.)
Okay, okay. I'm in. Where do we *start*?
Hmm. Good question. See, I thought about making this all structured and neat, like, answering questions in a logical order. But that just feels… wrong. Life isn't logical, is it? So, let’s just… let’s just go with it. We'll start with whatever pops into my head first. You know, the stuff that's currently swirling around up there like a snow globe in a hurricane. So, how about... cats? No, wait, that's too easy. How about… the crushing weight of student loan debt? Okay, maybe not. Let's try... the perfect cup of coffee. YES! That's a good starting point.
Can we talk about something actually *useful*? Like, what's the best way to calm down after a stressful day?
Oh, honey, I feel that. The stress is *real*. For me? A few things. First, and this is NOT a joke, a ridiculously fluffy blanket. Like, the kind that makes you feel like you’re being hugged by a cloud. Second, an episode of something embarrassingly silly. My go-to is usually re-watching old episodes of "Parks and Rec". Don't judge me! It's like a warm hug for my brain. And finally, a deep, cleansing breath... followed, potentially, by a glass of wine. Or two. Don't tell anyone.
Ever experienced a total, epic fail? Spill the tea.
Oh, sweet heavens, where do I even *start*? Okay, there was this one time... Sigh. It was a work thing. Big presentation. I’d practiced, felt confident, the whole shebang. I even bought a new blazer! (It was a power blazer, I swear.) And then… it all went sideways. My notes? Gone. Literally, vanished. Poof. My perfectly crafted introduction? A stuttering, stammering mess. I tripped over my own feet, nearly took out the projector, and at one point, I’m pretty sure I just started talking about my cat’s weird obsession with licking the furniture. The audience? Mortified. Me? I wanted to crawl under a rock and stay there until the end of time. The worst part? My boss, who is normally a stone-faced Viking, actually patted my arm and said, "Well, at least it was memorable." *Memorable*. I'll never live that down. Seriously, I'm getting shivers just thinking about it.
What's your secret to procrastination? Asking for a friend... who is also me.
Procrastination, my friend, is an art form. And I, sadly, am a master. My methods are, shall we say, diverse. First, there's the "research phase." Hours spent deep-diving into, well, anything BUT the thing I'm supposed to be doing. Random articles, social media rabbit holes, documentary binges… you name it. Then, there's the "perfectionism paralysis." Everything has to be *just right*, so naturally, you can't start anything because the pressure is too intense. And finally, my personal favorite, the "productive avoidance." Cleaning the house. Alphabetizing spices. Organizing my sock drawer by color and texture. Because anything is better than the actual task at hand. The key is realizing that *everyone* procrastinates. And that knowing this makes it a little bit better... right? Right?!
Okay, I’m intrigued. What’s the absolute *worst* piece of advice you’ve ever gotten?
Oh, boy. This one hits close to home. Years ago, when I was fresh out of college and utterly clueless, I was agonizing over a job offer. My well-meaning (but, let's be honest, slightly delusional) Aunt Mildred told me, "Follow your heart! Don't worry about the money, just do what makes you *happy*!" Now, I love Aunt Mildred with all my heart, but this was the worst piece of advice *ever*. Because, as it turns out, "following your heart" doesn't pay the bills, or buy groceries, or keep the lights on. I ended up taking a job that was… let's just say, less than ideal. It taught me a valuable lesson, though: sometimes, you gotta be practical, even if it means putting your heart (and your idealistic dreams) on the back burner for a little while. It's a balancing act, people!
What about pets? Do you have any pets and, if so, tell me about them.
Yes! Yes, I do! I have a cat named Mr. Bigglesworth (don't judge me, I didn't name him!). He is, without a doubt, the fluffiest, most judgmental creature known to humankind. He mostly communicates through a combination of meows, slow blinks (which I *think* means he loves me, but who knows), and strategically placed hairballs. Mr. Bigglesworth is a fluffy, ginger overlord, and I am his humble servant. He demands cuddles, but only when *he* decides it’s cuddle time. His favourite hobbies include sleeping in sunbeams, batting at dust bunnies and staring intensely at nothing, which is unnerving . He's basically my furry little therapist. He helps me destress after that job. Oh, and he also has a mysterious fondness for chewing on shoelaces. Hidden Stay
