Artesia's BEST Kept Secret: Days Inn & Suites Review (You WON'T Believe This!)
Artesia's BEST Kept Secret: Days Inn & Suites Review (You WON'T Believe This!) - My Honest Breakdown!
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because I'm about to spill the beans on Artesia's, shall we say, interesting Days Inn & Suites. I've wrestled with this review. Do I be polite? Do I be… honest? Well, you’re reading this, so you already know the answer. Prepare yourself for the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth (probably).
First Impressions (or the Art of the Slightly Sketchy Check-In)
Let's be real: Artesia isn't exactly on the luxury tourist trail. And the Days Inn… well, it feels like it knows this. Check-in? Let's just say it wasn’t the slickest operation. Think a slightly bored receptionist, a computer that might have been older than me (and I'm no spring chicken!), and a distinct lack of a smile. But hey, the essentials were there: a friendly face (eventually!), and a key card. Success! (ish). The outer corridor was a bit like stepping into a movie set – definitely exterior. That means… well, you know.
Accessibility & My (Mostly) Positive Thoughts
Alright, I gotta hand it to them: the Days Inn tries. Wheelchair accessible? Yep, ramps and elevators were present. Elevator? Check. Facilities for disabled guests? Seemed like it. I didn’t personally use any of these (thankfully!), but they were there, which is a win. CCTV in common areas and CCTV outside property were reassuring. Check-in/out [express]? They tried for it, but the computer… well, you get the picture.
The Room: A Tale of Two Towels (and a Refrigerator That Might Outlive Us All)
Stepping into the room… okay, here we go. Air conditioning worked, which is a blessing in the desert Southwest! Free Wi-Fi? You betcha! And it was actually pretty decent! Wi-Fi [free] is a HUGE plus. Internet access – wireless? Also a yes, thank heavens. The bed was… a bed. Not the worst I've slept in, not the best. The sheets were crisp. Clean (Cleanliness and safety is a big one, and I’ll get to that in a sec!). Air conditioning was a definite game-changer. The refrigerator? That tiny, slightly-buzzing beast could probably outlive a cockroach. Desk? Perfect for pretending to work while actually watching TV. Blackout curtains? My savior! Non-smoking? Check! Satellite/cable channels were plentiful, which is important for a late-night reality tv binge. Speaking of, On-demand movies? The kind you pay extra for.
The bathroom, however, was a mixed bag. Towels were… thin. And, um, after trying one that felt like sandpaper, I went for the other. Two towels were fine if you had none, right? Complimentary toiletries were… present. Think basic. The shower was… functional. Let’s leave it at that. Additional toilet wasn't present.
The Extras: Beyond the Ordinary (or Maybe Not)
- Car park [free of charge]? Yes sirree! That's a major win!.
- Swimming pool [outdoor]? Available, but I didn't dip a toe in. Looked… refreshing?
- Fitness center? I walked past it. Looked… gym-like. Didn't go in. My definition of fitness is walking to the coffee shop for another cuppa.
- Breakfast [buffet]? Nope. More on that in a minute.
- Coffee/tea maker Yep. The one thing that saved me every morning.
- Microwave: Nope.
- Refrigerator Yep!
- Ironing facilities - provided!
- Daily housekeeping - present and efficient.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: The Breakfast Saga (or, "Don't Expect Gourmet")
Okay, the breakfast. This is where things get… interesting. I'm not exactly a breakfast snob, but the "breakfast service" was… well, let's call it a curated selection. Breakfast takeaway service was an option. I opted for the pre-packaged, highly-processed, breakfast bars and coffee from a nearby coffee shop. Let's just say it wasn’t the highlight of my stay. Coffee/tea in restaurant was a lifesaver, though. The Snack bar was closed, which was disappointing. The Restaurants weren't on-site.
Cleanliness & Safety: The Sanitization Situation
Cleanliness and safety are PARAMOUNT these days, and the Days Inn actually did quite well. Rooms sanitized between stays? I believe it. I felt safe. Hand sanitizer was everywhere. Staff trained in safety protocol? Definitely. Physical distancing of at least 1 meter was observed. Daily disinfection in common areas. Anti-viral cleaning products? Assuredly used.
Services & Conveniences: A Mixed Bag, Frankly
Air conditioning in public area? Yeah, it was scorching outside. Contactless check-in/out? We tried. Cash withdrawal? Not on-site. Laundry service? Available. Gift/souvenir shop? Nope. Daily housekeeping? Efficient and friendly. Luggage storage? Yes. Elevator? Yes, and essential if you're on a higher floor. Front desk [24-hour]? Always a plus.
Things to Do & Relax: Finding Your Zen (or Not)
Okay, Artesia isn't exactly a spa town. There's no Spa, Spa/sauna, Steamroom, or Sauna. I looked for a Massage, but there was no listing on-site. Relax? Well, you could try the Swimming pool (if you dare!). I spent a lot of time in my room, binge-watching bad TV. Terrace? There was one, but I didn't use it.
For the Kids: Family Friendly?
Family/child friendly? It's a Days Inn. There was no Babysitting service or Kids meal. Bring your own entertainment, and maybe a good supply of snacks.
The Anecdote That Sums It All Up:
One morning, I stumbled out of bed, bleary-eyed, and desperately needed coffee. That Coffee/tea maker in my room was a lifesaver. I'd totally forgotten to buy coffee and filters. I'd forgotten to pack coffee. Disaster! I made it into the lobby and had to ask the receptionist if I might be able to do something with the coffee machine they had out for free. I was completely disheveled and probably looked like a zombie. The person running the front desk barely made eye contact, but, at least, I felt a little less ashamed of myself for a while.
The Quirky Observation/Emotional Reaction:
It's not fancy. You're not going to Instagram the lobby. But it's functional. And honestly? Sometimes, that's enough. I found myself strangely endearing to the Days Inn's imperfections. It’s like the hotel equivalent of a slightly eccentric uncle.
The Opinionated Verdict:
Would I stay here again? Honestly? Probably. It's not perfect, but It is clean, safe, and affordable – and that’s a win in my book, especially for Artesia. It's Artesia's BEST Kept Secret, because it’s where you can count on getting a good night's sleep, with the most of the crucial benefits.
The Final Score: Solid Three Stars (with Bonus Points for Coffee)
What this Review ISN'T: A luxury travel blog.
What this Review IS: A real, honest, sometimes rambling, and hopefully helpful look at the Days Inn & Suites in Artesia.
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because we're about to embark on a trip… to Artesia, New Mexico. Dramatic pause Specifically, the Days Inn & Suites by Wyndham in Artesia. Sounds glamorous, right? Don't judge me, sometimes the budget dictates the adventure. Prepare for a rollercoaster; it's gonna be a bumpy ride.
Day 1: Arrival and the Crushing Weight of Expectations (Lowered)
- 1:00 PM: Land at Roswell International Air Center. Okay, Roswell. Aliens, crop circles, the whole shebang. My inner child is screaming with anticipation. My outer child, currently running low on sleep, is just hoping the baggage handlers don't lose my lucky travel socks. They're essential.
- 2:30 PM: Rental car pickup. Pray for a decent car. Last time I rented, I got a death trap that sounded like a lawnmower possessed by a banshee. Fingers crossed. This is where the real adventure begins. And by "adventure," I mean the inevitable struggle to find the right lane on the highway (it’s always the 1000th lane, right?).
- 4:00 PM: Arrive at the Days Inn & Suites. Finally. The moment of truth. The parking lot looks… well, it looks like a parking lot. I'm picturing a room with a questionable floral pattern, maybe a faint smell of chlorine and regret. Deep breath. Let's do this.
- Check-in: Smooth enough, that's a win. The clerk? Surprisingly cheerful. Maybe it's the New Mexico air, or maybe she's just seen it all. The room… Okay, it’s not bad. The floral pattern is thankfully absent. The chlorine is… less noticeable. There’s a fridge! This is a turning point, people. I might actually survive.
- Unpack/Settle In: I always bring too many things. Half of which I never use. My travel style is basically "what if I'm stranded on a desert island and need three different types of sunscreen?" This time, I swear I’ll be ruthless. (Spoiler alert: I won't be.) The TV seems ancient. This is where the real adventure begins, flipping between channels.
- 6:30 PM: Dinner at… somewhere. I'm staring at the TripAdvisor reviews. "Authentic Southwestern cuisine"… "Homestyle cooking"… "Greasy spoon with character." Decisions, decisions. I’ll opt to find something, or even ask the hotel front desk for suggestions.
- 8:00 PM: Stroll/crash. If the food's heavy, crash. If it's light, stroll. Maybe I'll hit the pool. (It better be clean. I have standards. Okay, low standards, but standards nonetheless.) The sun is setting, casting a beautiful orange glow over Artesia, and, I'm actually kind of… mellow? Maybe this won't be a disaster after all.
Day 2: Caves, Caves, and the Unexpected Charm of the Desert
- 8:00 AM: Breakfast at the hotel. Free breakfast. I'm not complaining, even if it's a lukewarm, suspiciously circular egg patty. Coffee, however, is key.
- 9:00 AM: Carlsbad Caverns National Park. The main event! I've heard incredible things. I'm picturing myself as a fearless explorer, Indiana Jones-ing my way through the subterranean labyrinth. The reality? Probably me being slightly claustrophobic and saying "wow" a lot.
- The Descent: Holy moly. This is a lot of stairs. My knees are already screaming. The air is damp and cool. And… it's beautiful. Seriously breathtaking. The formations… the scale… I'm actually speechless. Okay, maybe not completely speechless, I've already taken like a hundred photos.
- The Big Room: You know those epic pictures? This is it. It’s vast. The sheer immensity of the cave is hard to even comprehend. I want to touch everything but I’m not going to, because, you know, respect for the environment.
- The Elevator Ride: Up. So. Fast. My ears POPPED. Back to sunlight. Back to… the real world.
- 1:00 PM: Lunch somewhere near the Caverns. Hopefully, they have something other than pre-packaged sandwiches. I will take a burrito and will not apologize.
- 2:30 PM: Explore Whites City. The gift shops. The kitsch. The… reptile petting zoo? I'm not sure what I expected, but it wasn’t this. It's glorious. Embrace the weirdness, I say. Buy the t-shirt, the silly hat, and the postcard with a giant rattlesnake on it.
- 4:00 PM: Back to Artesia.
- What’s that? Time for the Artesia Historical Museum & Art Center. It's not glamorous, but it is the life of the town.
- 6:30 PM: Dinner. I'd like to say I’ve learned a lesson from the previous night and planned properly. But I haven’t. I'll drive along the main street and see what jumps out at me.
- 8:00 PM: Stargazing! Artesia is known for its dark skies. Tonight is the night! I will find a spot away from the streetlights, lay down on the hood of the car (that’s allowed, right?), and stare up at the vastness of the universe. If I don’t fall asleep first.
- (Emotional Interlude: Okay, this is silly, but I'm actually a bit choked up. Looking up at the stars…it just reminds you how small you are, and how beautiful everything is. Or maybe I'm just tired. Whatever.)
Day 3: Departure and a Dose of Real Life
- 8:00 AM: Hotel breakfast (again). Maybe I'll try the questionable yogurt this time. Or maybe not.
- 9:00 AM: Final Packing. It’s time to try to remember everything.
- 10:00 AM: Check out. Sigh. Time to go home.
- 11:00 AM: Airport.
- 12:00 PM: Fly…
- (Somewhere around 3:00 PM): Land. Back to reality. Laundry. Bills. Work. But hey, at least I have all those photos of the caves, some weird souvenirs, and memories to last a lifetime… right? Right?
This itinerary is a testament to my flawed, slightly disorganized, and ultimately hopeful personality. It's not about ticking boxes or seeing everything. It's about the unexpected moments, the quirky encounters, the overwhelming feeling of awe, and the quiet understanding that sometimes, even a trip to Artesia can be an adventure. And hey, if I don't get kidnapped by aliens, it's a win. Wish me luck!
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Artesia's BEST Kept Secret: Days Inn & Suites Review (You WON'T Believe This!) - And the Truth (Mostly)
Okay, Seriously... Days Inn in Artesia? Is This a Joke?
So, the Hotel's in Artesia. What's the *Deal* with Artesia? Is it, you know... alive?
Alright, spill on the ROOM. What was it *really* like?
**The "Incident":** Okay, so *here's* where things get interesting. In the middle of the night, I woke up. From a dead sleep. And I heard... a scratching. Like, *inside* the wall. Now, I'm not usually prone to panic, but let me tell you, at 3 AM in a Days Inn in Artesia, with a scratching noise coming from the wall, my fight-or-flight instincts were practically screaming "FIGHT!" I sat up in bed, heart hammering, convinced I was about to be attacked by… something. Squirrels? Rats? Tiny, vengeful demons? (I have *such* an active imagination.) After ten minutes of intense listening (and mild hyperventilation), it stopped. I never did figure out what it was. I just hope it wasn't a resident. No, seriously.
What about the *amenities*? Any perks or horrors?
How was the staff? Grumpy old men or helpful angels?
So, the Million-Dollar Question: Would you stay here again?
