Escape to Paradise: Mercure Florianópolis Centro Hotel Awaits!
Escape to Paradise…Maybe?: A Mercure Florianópolis Centro Hotel Review - Real Talk (and Rambles!)
Okay, folks, buckle up. You're not getting a sterile, robotic hotel review here. This is the raw, unfiltered, slightly-chaotic experience of yours truly at the Mercure Florianópolis Centro. They promised paradise, right? Did they deliver? Let's dive in… and maybe get a little lost along the way.
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Arrival & First Impressions: The Elevator Saga (and a Dash of Hope)
First off, getting here. Airport transfer was available, thankfully. After a (thankfully uneventful) flight, I was at the Mercure. Okay, initial impressions; It's a Mercure. You know, reliably… okay. Elevator-wise, it’s an elevator. Always a good start, for people like me with mobility issues. Accessibility: That’s my biggest worry when I travel. The Mercure, thankfully, seemed to try. Facilities for disabled guests: Listed on the website. But like, how? More on that later.
The lobby was…lobby-ish. Clean. The staff were pretty friendly, which is always a plus. Front desk [24-hour] – check! Always comforting. The lobby had Air conditioning in public areas, a definite win in a hotter place. Cash withdrawal machines looked present too, useful. I went to check in and there was a little bit of a bottleneck…I’ll get to that later.
Rooms: My Own Little Fortress (Mostly)
I get to the room, which, thank goodness was one of their Non-smoking rooms. The air smelled fresh, which is an absolute must for me. Air conditioning? Yup. Internet access – wireless (Wi-Fi [free]) ? Again, yup. The Wi-Fi, blessedly, worked! Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! is really something! I'm not going to complain, because let's be real, how many hotels don't have this? I'll count my little blessings, it's a win in this regard.
The room itself was…okay. (Again, Mercure-level-okay, to be expected). Standard stuff. Desk, a Laptop workspace, Coffee/tea maker, Refrigerator, the usual. Alarm clock. Blackout curtains? Thank God for those, for a long nap. The décor? Let's just say it's not going to win any design awards. Functional, that's the word.
Now, the bathroom. This is where my accessibility anxiety ramped up a bit. They said accessible, but did the bathroom feel it? And that is so important. The space felt okay, and the shower was usable with my personal equipment. I didn’t hate the shower, which is all I can ask for. Not perfect by any means, but it was okay.
The Food & Drink: Buffets, Buffets Everywhere! (And Some Surprises)
Okay, the food situation. Restaurants? Yes, plural. Breakfast [buffet] was the big event. You know, the usual: eggs, pastries, some mystery meat products. Western breakfast? Yup. Asian breakfast? They had some of the options, I'll say. What was amazing was the fresh fruit. So much fresh fruit. It was a highlight of my stay.
Dining, drinking, and snacking: whew! So many options! I had to try the a la carte in restaurant. I also got a bottle of water since my throat was dry. I didn't get any desserts in the restaurant because I'm on a health kick, blah, blah.
The Spa & Relaxation: Steamroom Dreams and Gym Fiascos
Okay, the good stuff. Spa/sauna stuff! They had a Sauna, Steamroom, and Massage services. Spa? Yes! I mean, yes. After a few (much-needed) days, I hit up the Spa. It was pure bliss. The Foot bath and Body scrub were also top-notch.
Now for the Gym/fitness. The equipment, looked… well, how do I put this nicely… aged. I did a quick workout, and let's just say it wasn't the most inspiring experience. The Fitness center was there, and it was functional.
Cleanliness & Safety: My Inner Germaphobe Approved (Mostly)
Okay, let's talk safety. I’m a nervous traveler, so this is important. Cleanliness and safety were actually pretty decent. They had all the usual stuff: Hand sanitizer, Staff trained in safety protocol. They also had Anti-viral cleaning products and the rooms were Rooms sanitized between stays. They claimed to be rigorous.
Things to Do (Besides Lazing Around):
Things to do… Well, Florianópolis is beautiful, so you could explore the city. I spent a lot of time at the beach, which was my personal version of paradise, but the hotel itself had some nice things too. The Swimming pool [outdoor] was a real draw. A Pool with view – it was nice, but it wasn't the most spectacular I've ever seen. You could also get a taxi service, or have a Car park [free of charge].
The Not-So-Perfect Bits (Because Nobody's Perfect, Right?)
Okay, let’s get real. Nothing’s perfect. There were a few hiccups.
- Accessibility, again: While they tried, and the ramps and elevators were mostly functional, some areas still felt a bit…challenging. The hallways are narrow, and navigating the restaurant with a wheelchair, while doable, required a bit of maneuvering.
- The Bottleneck at Check-In: Remember the slight delay upon arrival? Well, seems they had a major system glitch, so the check-in took longer than it should have.
- The Gym Equipment: I already mentioned the gym equipment. It’s…seen better days.
Final Verdict: Would I "Escape to Paradise" Again?
Look, the Mercure Florianópolis Centro isn't perfect. It has its flaws. But, on balance, it's a decent hotel. If accessibility is critical, be sure to double-check the specific features. The staff were generally great, the food was pretty good, and the spa was a pure win. It's reliable, clean, and a solid option for a trip to Florianópolis.
And as I’m writing this, I’m already dreaming of going back to that spa… and trying the fresh fruit again!
Overall Rating: 3.5 out of 5 stars.
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Okay, buckle up buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into my, shall we say, "slightly chaotic" adventure in Florianopolis, Brazil, specifically the Mercure Centro Hotel. Forget pristine itineraries; we're going for a messy, real-life, and hopefully hilarious account.
Florianopolis: Operation "Get Slightly Sunburned, Regret Some Decisions, and Maybe Learn a Thing or Two" (aka My Itinerary)
Pre-Trip Panic & Arrival (Oh God, I Forgot My…!)
Day -1: The Dreaded Packing." Okay, let's be honest, packing is my nemesis. I spent three hours staring at my suitcase, contemplating the existential nature of clothing, and ultimately ended up throwing everything in there. I’m probably missing something vital. Sunscreen? Check…hopefully. Toothbrush? Double-check. Underwear….yes, vital. Oh, wait…Did I pack a charger? The horror! The sheer, modern-day agony of a dead phone! I'll figure it out later, I’m already at the airport.
Day 0: The Journey (and Jet Lag's Bitter Embrace). The flight was…a flight. Nothing particularly exciting, other than the guy behind me who seemed to believe he had a personal air horn and the woman next to me who spilled half of her airplane meal on herself and then me. We got there. Jet lag: 1, Me: 0. The airport felt like stepping onto a humid, glorious, yet slightly overwhelming, stage.
Day 0 (Evening): Mercure Florianopolis. Finally! The hotel is…surprisingly decent! It got the job done, it wasn't a dump, and it has a pool! And they were very sweet and lovely, but did they know what they were in for? They gave me a room on I guess the third floor? I think I counted right? Too tired to care, frankly. I’m going to crash here and get my bearings in the morning.
Day 1: Beach Bliss (and the Great Coconut Conundrum)
- Morning: Woke up at 5 AM, thanks to the jet lag monster. Wandered around the room like a sleep-deprived zombie. Coffee. Needed. Coffee. Eventually, I felt like a human again.
- Late morning: Playa de Joaquina. This beach is gorgeous. Really, truly gorgeous. Sun, sand, waves…and a lot of people. Took the obligatory Instagram photos (you know, for the 'gram), waded into the Atlantic, screamed a little (it was COLD), and then sat down to watch the world go by. Life is good, I thought to myself.
- Afternoon: The Coconut Catastrophe. Okay, here’s where things get messy. I was walking to get some refreshment and I saw a coconut vendor. And I thought "I will get a coconut and drink from the coconut!" I approach him, I'm fumbling around in my bad Portuguese, trying to order a coconut. Success! He's hacking away at it with impressive efficiency. He hands me the coconut. I take a large gulp…and nearly choke. The coconut water tasted…off. Slightly grassy, strangely bitter. I managed to drink half before I admitted defeat. I think the vendor was amused. I was also slightly embarrassed.
- Evening: Back at the hotel, feeling sandy and slightly defeated by the coconut experience. Ordered some room service (pão de queijo, obviously). The pool is calling my name now, I'm going to cool off.
Day 2: Culture, Chaos, and a Questionable Steak
- Morning: Attempted to explore the Centro Historico. (Historic Centre) I tried to navigate the streets. I swear, Google Maps was actively trying to lead me astray. I walked around for almost two hours, the buildings were beautiful, the cobblestones brutal on my already tired feet. I may or may not have nearly tripped over a stray dog (adorable stray dog). A little bit of history, lots of confusion.
- Lunch: Found a little local café. My Portuguese is…developing. I ordered something (think it was supposed to be a sandwich of some kind), and the waiter, bless his heart, seemed to understand my butchered attempts at the language. The sandwich? Surprisingly delicious. The best part? The people-watching. The locals, chatting, laughing, living their lives. I'm in love.
- Afternoon: The Mercure's Hidden Gem. (Pool Time, Part II) The lobby has a business center and I have time to kill. And it’s FREE COFFEE. The pool is now a necessity. The sun is hot. The water is cool. This is the life.
- Evening: Steak Night…or, The Overcooked Odyssey. I was looking forward to a real Brazilian steak, but the one I ordered in a local restaurant? Well…let's just say it didn't live up to expectations. I asked for medium-rare. It came out…well, it came out. It's getting midnight. I'm hungry. I'm going to bed.
Day 3: Island Life, Sunburn Regrets, and Farewell (For Now)
- Morning: The sun. The BEACH. Another day, another beach! Sunscreen? Did I remember? No way. My skin is currently the color of a slightly overripe tomato. Lesson learned: Listen to warnings of "strong Brazilian sun".
- Afternoon: I just got back from a boat trip around Lagoa da Conceição, I feel like I lived a movie scene. I saw some pretty sights, and got a good view of Joaquina Beach from the water.
- Evening: Packing to leave. I have to say goodbye. I'm not going to lie, I'm a little sad to leave. Florianopolis is so beautiful.
Final Thoughts (and Unsolicited Advice)
Florianopolis? It's a riot. A beautiful, chaotic, coconut-filled riot. The people are amazing. The beaches are stunning. The food is…well, it's an adventure. If you’re planning a trip to Florianopolis, go. Just…remember to pack sunscreen, learn a few basic Portuguese phrases, and maybe, just maybe, approach the coconuts with a bit of…trepidation. And the Mercure? Fine hotel! Would recommend! Embrace the mess. Embrace the weirdness. Embrace the sunburn. You'll have more fun that way.
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Escape to Paradise? More Like... Escaping Reality (and Maybe Finding a Really Nice Bed): Your Mercure Florianópolis Centro Hotel FAQ!
Okay, okay, so Mercure Florianópolis Centro... it's *actually* paradise? Lay it on me.
Paradise? Whoa there, slow your roll. Let's be real, no hotel is *actual* paradise. Unless they serve unlimited chocolate lava cake directly into my veins - and sadly, they don't (I asked!). Mercure Florianópolis Centro is... good. Really good, actually. Like, surprisingly good. It's a solid base of operations, you know? Think of it as your comfy, air-conditioned, slightly-less-stressful-than-your-house-or-apartment-of-the-moment hub.
Here's the thing though: Florianópolis itself is the real star. The hotel? More like a very reliable, well-built stagehand making sure the spotlight hits the right beaches and pão de queijo. I mean, they *do* have pão de queijo. And a pool. Which, let me tell you, after a day of battling the sun and sand, is like sinking into a giant, lukewarm hug. Fantastic.
The location seems... central. Is it *too* central? Like, are you dodging screaming buses at 6 AM?
Central? Honey, it's CENTRAL. Okay, don't panic! It's not a chaotic madhouse constantly. While the hotel is smack dab in the middle of things, it's surprisingly well-insulated. (Thank goodness for that, my sleep schedule is already a mess.) You still *hear* the city, sure. The occasional car horn symphony, the distant rumble of construction... But, for being in *the* center, it's quieter than I expected.
Look, if you're desperately seeking complete silence, maybe you're looking at the wrong holiday. This is a *city*, people! Embrace the hustle. Embrace the convenience. Embrace the fact that you can literally stumble out of the hotel and be surrounded by restaurants and shops. I walked to a pharmacy at 3 AM because I realized I was out of sunscreen and I’d forgotten to pack any. (True story, it was mortifying.)
Let's talk rooms. Are they... squeaky clean? (I have issues.)
Okay, deep breaths. Squeaky clean? They were pretty darn close, let me tell you! I'm a germaphobe, I get it. The rooms were clean, well-maintained. I checked under the bed (don’t judge!), and it looked okay. Okay enough. The bathroom sparkled. The linens were fresh. It's not a sterile lab environment, but it’s certainly above par for what you'd expect in that price range.
Look, if you’re *really* neurotic, pack your own Lysol wipes, but honestly? I didn't bother. And I survived. The air conditioning worked a treat, which, after a day in the Brazilian sun, is a game changer. My biggest complaint was how difficult it was to get the perfect temperature in the shower. I’m talking, scalding followed by freezing, only to find myself sweating out the steam in between. It's a first-world problem, I know.
The breakfast! I live for breakfast buffets. Good? Bad? Meh? Do I need to pack my own bacon?
Breakfast? Oh, you are speaking my language! Okay, the breakfast buffet at Mercure Florianópolis Centro is... *good*. Not the best I've ever had, not the worst, but definitely good. The pão de queijo is the star. I’m not even joking, I’d eat a whole plate of those things. (I might have. More than once. Don't judge!) There's a standard mix of eggs (cooked to order!), fruit, bread (mostly pretty good), yogurt, cereal… the usual suspects. Plus, some local specialties.
The coffee? Acceptable! Not the mind-blowing, life-altering Brazilian coffee I was dreaming of, but drinkable. Enough to get you going. I think I had three cups every morning. Overall? It's a solid fuel-up for a day of adventures. No need to pack your own bacon unless you *absolutely* must have that specific brand. But trust me, the pão de queijo will call to you.
That pool! Is it a real oasis? Or just a glorified puddle?
The pool! Okay, it’s not the infinity pool of my Instagram dreams. Let's be brutally honest. But it's a *real* pool. A perfectly decent pool. After a long day of exploring, after all that surfing, all that hiking, and all that sunburn, it was an absolute godsend.
The water was clean, the size was actually pretty decent. There are loungers... maybe not enough of them, but I always managed to snag one. And the best part? It's not constantly overrun. Sure, there were other people, but it wasn’t a mad rush. I floated on my back, staring at the sky, and just, you know, *relaxed*. So, yes, a little oasis. A small, functional oasis, but still an oasis. It did wonders for my existential dread. It also was the source of a lovely conversation amongst a group of German tourists regarding whether or not their kids could hold their breath long enough to swim underneath me. True story.
Anything... weird? Any stories? Spill the beans!
Weird? Oh, you want weird? Okay, brace yourself. Firstly, the elevator music was… peculiar. I'm pretty sure they were looping the same 15 seconds of elevator Muzak for the entire duration of my stay. After a while, you start to question your sanity. I started humming along. It was a dark time.
Then there was the time I accidentally locked myself out of my room, wearing nothing but a towel. The look on the security guard’s face when he had to fish me out from a nearly-naked state was priceless (and mortifying, let’s not lie). He was very professional, though. And, thankfully, I’d left my phone inside, so I couldn’t document the humiliation. Blessings in disguise, perhaps? Also, there was the slightly awkward moment where I attempted to order room service at 3 AM, only to realize my Portuguese was even worse than I thought. Let's just say, I ended up with a ham and cheese sandwich, a side of confusion, and a newfound appreciation for Google Translate.
Would you go back? Be honest!
Honestly? Absolutely, yes. For the price, convenience, and overall experience, I'd absolutely go back (and I'm already thinking about when!). It’s not flawless, it's not perfect, but it's *good*. It gets the job done, it's comfortable, and it's a fantastic base for exploring Florianópolis. I'd happily face the elevator music again for another shot at that pão de queijo and those stunning beaches. And maybe, just maybe, I'll learn a little more Portuguese before I go back. Don't hold yourHotelicity
