Escape to Paradise: The Westin Fort Lauderdale Awaits!
Escape to Paradise? More Like a Pleasant Pause: My Take on The Westin Fort Lauderdale
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because I just got back from a stay at The Westin Fort Lauderdale, and let me tell you, it was less "escape" and more "a really nice break from folding laundry and existential dread." Is that a bad thing? Absolutely not. Was it perfect? Let's just say my perfectly curated Instagram feed doesn't always match reality, and this review ain't gonna either.
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First Impressions & The Arrival Circus
The whole "Escape to Paradise" thing? A little hyperbolic, but hey, marketing, right? The exterior is sleek, modern, and screams "I have a credit card and vaguely know what I'm doing with my life." Getting there was… an adventure. Traffic. Always traffic. I opted for the airport transfer, which, thankfully, they organized seamlessly. Though, let me tell you, after a flight, that ride felt like an eternity. Car park is available and free of charge, which, as someone who hates paying for parking, is a huge win in my book. They also had valet parking, which is a bonus for feeling extra fancy. And yes, I saw a car power charging station – good for the green-conscious travelers out there!
Check-in? Contactless check-in/out was a godsend. No more awkward small talk with a tired front desk person! (Seriously, my social battery drains faster than my phone.) They also offer private check-in/out, which, if you're a high roller, probably feels amazing. Me? I just wanted my room.
Accessibility: A Mixed Bag (Sadly, Not Unusual)
Okay, let's get real. Accessibility is vital and often overlooked. The good news is, The Westin offers facilities for disabled guests, and there is an elevator to get you to your room. The elevators are clearly marked and I was able to navigate the hotel easily. However, while the hotel is generally accessible I didn't see any specific information about accessible rooms, like handrails in showers. As a non-disabled person, I can only speak from observation, so I can't fully attest with the experience. This is something they can improve because it's not just about ramps.
My Sanctuary (a.k.a. My Room)
My room (a non-smoking one, thankfully) was… fine. Clean, spacious, and generally comfortable. The air conditioning blasted, which I loved – I run hot, and humidity and I have a complicated relationship. I would describe it as a functional space, not a luxurious haven. The bed was comfy enough, with fluffy linens. A coffee/tea maker was a welcome sight. Free Wi-Fi? Amen! (More on that later.)
Here's the list of what was in my room, which made it very convenient:
- Available in all rooms:
- Air conditioning
- Alarm clock
- Bathrobes
- Bathroom phone
- Bathtub
- Blackout curtains
- Carpeting
- Closet
- Coffee/tea maker
- Complimentary tea
- Daily housekeeping
- Desk
- Extra long bed
- Free bottled water
- Hair dryer
- High floor
- In-room safe box
- Interconnecting room(s) available
- Internet access – LAN
- Internet access – wireless
- Ironing facilities
- Laptop workspace
- Linens
- Mini bar
- Mirror
- Non-smoking
- On-demand movies
- Private bathroom
- Reading light
- Refrigerator
- Safety/security feature
- Satellite/cable channels
- Scale
- Seating area
- Separate shower/bathtub
- Shower
- Slippers
- Smoke detector
- Socket near the bed
- Sofa
- Soundproofing
- Telephone
- Toiletries
- Towels
- Umbrella
- Visual alarm
- Wake-up service
- Wi-Fi [free]
- Window that opens
Things to Do (or How I Spent My Time Avoiding the Sunburn of Doom)
The swimming pool was lovely. Pool with view? Not really. It was nice, but not exactly a vista of the French Riviera. I appreciated the poolside bar, even though a "Mai Tai" tasted suspiciously like "sugar, water, and a vague memory of coconut." The fitness center was functional, if predictably sterile. I'm more of a "Netflix and chill" kind of gym-goer, so I didn't spend much time there.
The Spa Experience: Where Dreams (and Cellulite) Dissolve (Maybe)
Okay, so I wanted to experience the spa, and, by the way, I did also get to experience the sauna and steamroom. I really wanted the massage and the body scrub. I was hoping for some pampering and a bit of a "reset" button for my soul, which had been feeling a bit frayed lately. The spa itself? Beautiful. Serene. Smelling faintly of lavender and unspoken promises.
Here's where things got… complicated.
My therapist was lovely, don't get me wrong. But the body scrub? Let's just say, I believe I could have achieved the same results with some salt, my kitchen sink, and a good dose of self-loathing. It wasn't… invigorating. It was more like being lightly sanded by a very gentle gnome. It's not the spa’s fault, but on a separate note, I also didn't get a body wrap, which, frankly, I felt a little relieved about, given my scrub experience.
The massage, though… that was divine. I fell asleep, and only woke up when my therapist politely asked if I was still alive. My muscles felt like butter. 10/10 would get massaged again.
Dining: Fueling the Adventure (or at Least Pretending To)
The Westin has several restaurants. I had breakfast at the buffet in the restaurant, which was everything you’d expect – a vast landscape of carbs and questionable eggs. The Western breakfast was decent, your standard fare. I also noticed that there was the option to order a la carte in the restaurant. The coffee, blessedly, was strong. There are also coffee shops on premises.
- Breakfast service
- Buffet in restaurant
- Coffee/tea in restaurant
- Desserts in restaurant
- International cuisine in restaurant
- Poolside bar
- Restaurants
- Salad in restaurant
- Snack bar
- Soup in restaurant
- Vegetarian restaurant
- Western breakfast
- Western cuisine in restaurant
I ate dinner at one of the restaurants, and it was… fine. Again. Everything was well-cooked and tasty, but nothing that blew my mind. I'm not sure if there was Asian cuisine in the restaurant, Asian breakfast, or alternative meal arrangement though.
- A la carte in restaurant
- Alternative meal arrangement
- Asian breakfast
- Asian cuisine in restaurant
- Bar
- Bottle of water
- Breakfast [buffet]
- Breakfast service
- Buffet in restaurant
- Coffee/tea in restaurant
- Coffee shop
- Desserts in restaurant
- Happy hour
- International cuisine in restaurant
- Poolside bar
- Restaurants
- Room service [24-hour]
- Salad in restaurant
- Snack bar
- Soup in restaurant
- Vegetarian restaurant
- Western breakfast
- Western cuisine in restaurant
The poolside bar was a solid choice for lunch – burgers and fries hit the spot after a morning of pretending to be relaxed by the pool.
I didn't try the room service because… well, I was trying to pretend I wasn't a total slob, and eating in my room seemed like a recipe for a mountain of crumbs.
Cleanliness & Safety: Feeling Safe-ish
This is where The Westin actually shines. Staff were trained in safety protocol, I noticed hand sanitizer everywhere, and there was a lot of daily disinfection in common areas. They also used anti-viral cleaning products. I appreciated the effort – it definitely eased my COVID-era anxiety. I noticed that some steps were
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Okay, buckle up, buttercups. This ain't your grandma's meticulously curated travel itinerary. This is my attempt to wrangle a weekend at The Westin Fort Lauderdale, and honestly, it's probably going to be a glorious, chaotic mess. Let's dive in, shall we?
Subject: The Westin & Me: A Love/Hate Story (Probably Mostly Love, Let's Be Honest)
Day 1: Arrival, Aching Feet, and That Damn Pool
- 1:00 PM: Arrive at FLL. Ugh, airports. I swear, the sheer volume of people… it's like a human sardine can, only some of them are wearing Crocs. Grab an Uber – praying for a chatty driver. (Bonus points if they know any local secrets.)
- 1:45 PM: Check-in at The Westin. Hopefully, my room isn't overlooking the dumpster. And dear god, please let me get the fluffy pillows. These are crucial for a good night's sleep after a flight of questionable turbulence.
- 2:30 PM: Room acquired! Success! Okay, first order of business: assess the situation. Window view? Good. Bed comfort? Essential. Immediately throw myself on the bed and sigh dramatically. Ahhhh, vacation.
- 3:00 PM: The Pool. Okay, so this is where things get… complicated. I love a good pool. But I’m also a pale person, so sunscreen is my religion. Finding the right level of shade in a place like this is a mission. Also, the inevitable awkwardness of trying to look effortlessly cool while simultaneously applying SPF 80 to every inch of my exposed skin. This is going to be an all afternoon ordeal.
- 4:00 PM: Pool Side Debacle. I’ve got a poolside cocktail, but the sun is getting intense. Found a half inch of shade under an umbrella and I'm not letting go, come hell or high water. The people-watching is already top-tier. There's a group of teenagers taking endless selfies, a couple trying to have a whispered conversation that's clearly not working, and a guy who looks suspiciously like he's trying to smuggle a whole pizza onto his lounger. Bless.
- 6:00 PM: Shower & Change. Ah! The bliss of a hot shower after a day of sun and chlorine. Time to transform from a sun-baked potato into… someone who could conceivably look polished. Maybe.
- 7:30 PM: Dinner at the Hotel Restaurant (assuming it's not completely booked). I went for a reservation, but honestly, the restaurant is usually a gamble. Praying for decent food and minimal pretension. I’m really craving something good. If it’s terrible, I’ll probably just order room service and eat in bed.
- 9:00 PM: "Relaxation" and Bedtime. I’m going to order a glass of wine (or two) and finally kick back. Maybe read a book, maybe watch some trashy TV. Honestly, the goal is just to unplug. That's if I don't accidentally end up scrolling through social media for three hours, as I often do. Ugh. That's the end of the world.
Day 2: Beach Bliss (Maybe), Exploration, and the Quest for Coffee
- 8:00 AM: Wake up. Did I actually sleep?! Hope so. Find coffee. This is a non-negotiable. Either the hotel coffee is passable, or I'm on a scouting mission for a decent local coffee shop. This is a serious matter.
- 9:00 AM: Head to the beach. The primary purpose: stare mindlessly at the ocean, recharge, and soak up the sun. But the thing is, the beach is a challenge. Sand everywhere, the wind whipping my hair into a Medusa situation… But the ocean always wins me over.
- 11:00 AM: Snack Quest. I'm always hungry! I'm going to have to explore nearby shops. This is, of course, assuming that it's not a scorching hot day.
- 12:30 PM: Lunch. Some sort of quick bite somewhere… probably casual. (Burger? Fish tacos? The possibilities are endless, and my stomach is already rumbling!)
- 2:00 PM: Exploration Time! Okay, time to leave the hotel comfort and experience a little of Fort Lauderdale. Maybe a walk along Las Olas Boulevard… Check out the shops, maybe pretend I could afford any of the boutiques. Or maybe I'll just wander around, get lost, and see where I end up. Spontaneity, people!
- 4:00 PM: The Hotel. Time to prepare for the evening.
- 7:00 PM: Dinner. Another restaurant gamble. Praying for a good meal!
- 9:00 PM: Night Cap?
- 10:00 PM: Sleep. That's the idea.
Day 3: Departure & the Post-Vacation Blues
- 8:00 AM: Wake up. This is my last attempt to fit in a quick swim before the departure.
- 9:00 AM: Breakfast. Another shot at the hotel, or grab a quick bagel somewhere.
- 10:00 AM: Pack. The dreaded task. I have all the clothing and stuff that I have to carry.
- 11:00 AM: Final Check-Out. Pray everything went smoothly.
- 11:30 AM: Uber to Airport.
- 1:00 PM: Home. Post-vacation blues begin. I immediately start planning the next trip.
Okay, so that's the general idea. Things will go off-script. I will likely oversleep. I will most definitely get lost. And there's a high probability that I'll spend a concerning amount of time just, well, existing by the pool. But that's the joy of it, right? The mess, the imperfections, the unexpected moments… that's where the real memories are made. Now, if you'll excuse me, I’m off to find that pool… and perhaps a very large cocktail. Wish me luck! I'll report back with a full debrief, warts and all.
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So, what *is* this whole "FAQ" thing even about? Seriously, I'm lost.
Okay, okay, I get it. Welcome! Think of this as the "Frequently Asked Questions" corner. It's where all the burning questions people *think* they might have are, or where I *hope* people's questions are, anyway. It's like, a one-stop shop for potentially smart aleck answers and helpful bits, all jumbled together like my sock drawer after laundry day. Sometimes I get them all *totally* wrong, too, because, well... I'm human.
The important thing is that I'm trying to be helpful so you don't have to read a boring manual.
What if I have a question that's, like, *really* specific? Like, down-in-the-weeds specific?
Oh, honey, bless your heart. If your question is *that* niche, it's possible I've already rambled about it... or completely missed it. I'm not perfect! I've got to admit, sometimes I'm just winging it! My advice? Try searching. If, by some miracle, you *still* can't find it, well, maybe you're on your own. (Just kidding... maybe.) Sometimes I get so caught up in the details, I can't see the forest for the weeds. I've gotten lost in the weeds of *what kind of weed* and *how the weed got there*! I'm trying, okay?!
Aren't there some, like, *super* common questions about this?
Oh, you have no idea. It's like, the same questions over and over. I swear, if one more person asks me "What's the best way to…" I'm going to scream. But I can't, because I'm *trying* to be helpful. It's a constant battle between wanting to be informative and wanting to just take a nap. I *might* be a little cranky today, sorry.
Anyway, yes. Some of the common questions are just… the basics. Like, "How do you *do* this?"... It's a good question! Here's a super-quick answer: a whole lot of caffeine. And a sincere hope that the caffeine keeps me from making a complete fool of myself. Which, let's be honest, is a gamble. It's like a box of chocolates… you never know what you're gonna get, or say.
Honestly, if I had a dollar for every time someone asked me a basic question, I'd be on a beach somewhere, sipping something fruity, and NOT answering questions.
Okay, but what if I'm *truly* confused? Like, totally lost in the sauce?
Alright, deep breaths. Confusion happens. It's a good look! It happens to me *all the time*. Okay, okay, maybe not *all* the time, but pretty often! It could be that I haven't explained something well enough - I'm working on it, I promise. Could be that I got lost in the sauce myself. It's also probably your fault.
If you're *really* lost, try going back to the beginning. Sometimes that works. Sometimes you get even more lost going back to the beginning. I'm pretty sure it's a law of the universe. And if you gave it a shot, great. If not, whatever.
Any regrets?
Oh, honey, where do I even *start*? There was that one time I thought I understood everything, and, well, it didn't go over well. Lesson learned: humility is key. I still cringe when I think about it. And the time I said *that thing* to *that person*? Yeah, I'm still paying for that one, and probably will be for a very long time. But also, it was important to me to learn it! So, no. No hard feelings. Just... lots to think about.
And what shouldn't I do?
Oh, the things not to do... Don't listen to anyone who tells you they know *everything*. They're probably trying to sell you something, or worse, are just plain wrong. Don't ignore your gut feeling, ever. It's usually right. And, most importantly, don't take things too seriously. Life is messy, people are messy, and sometimes, you just gotta shrug and laugh. Except when that one person is talking about that one thing to you. But that's a different story.
What about the future? What are your plans?
Oh, gosh... well, I have *some* ideas. A lot of them are... probably not going to work. But still, I'm going to try. I'm hoping to just keep learning, keep growing, and maybe, just maybe, help some people along the way. If I can avoid a total train wreck, I'll consider it a win. And if I accidentally stumble upon something amazing? Well, that's just the icing on the cake. Maybe. Probably not. But hey... a girl can dream, right?
So, basically… what am I supposed to take away from all of this?
Honestly? I have no idea. Maybe nothing. Maybe a little inspiration. Maybe a good laugh. Maybe you'll just think I'm completely batty. Whatever you take away is perfectly valid. The most important thing is that you're here, you're curious, and you're probably (hopefully) having a little fun.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go find some chocolate. Brain fuel, you know.
