Escape to Paradise: Your Dream Bahama House Awaits in Daytona Beach Shores!
Okay, buckle up. This isn't your average hotel review; it's a rollercoaster of observations, opinions, and probably a few typos. Let's dive into the labyrinth of a hotel experience, from the perspective of moi. (And yes, I'm already procrastinating on unpacking.)
Hotel Review: The (Un)Expected
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Alright, let’s get started, or try to. Can’t lie, I'm buzzing a little after the flight. First impressions always count, right?
Accessibility: (The Early Hurdles and The Invisible Wins)
Okay, so the website said "wheelchair accessible." That’s what it said. But the ramp at the entrance? Let's just say my (imaginary) wheelchair felt like it was attempting Mount Everest. Then again, maybe I'm just out of shape. I did appreciate the automatic doors, those feel like a win, honestly. Inside, the elevators were surprisingly spacious… and clean. (Shocker!)
On-site accessible restaurants / lounges: (A Mixed Bag)
I did see a ramp into the main restaurant. But navigating around the tightly packed tables with a wheelchair… it was a tight squeeze. (And I may, or may not, have accidentally bumped into someone’s elaborate salad a few times.) The lounge… well, I didn’t see a lounge, so maybe not.
Wheelchair accessible: (Really, Really Needs Improvement)
Listen, I get it. Buildings were built before accessibility was on everyone's lips. But the website promised, and for once, I kinda wanted it to really deliver. It isn't.
Internet Access & My Digital Life (Which is Apparently Very Dependent on Wi-Fi)
- Internet, Internet [LAN], Internet services, Wi-Fi in public areas, Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!: PRAISE THE HEAVENS! Free Wi-Fi. In the rooms. In the lobby. Everywhere. I, as a chronic online scroller, cannot express how vital this is. And the speed? Surprisingly decent, even when I was video-chatting with my eccentric Aunt Mildred. Even if I was using up all my time doing so.
- Internet [LAN]: Didn't try it, because, honestly, who uses LAN anymore? Unless you're a dedicated gamer, or trying to download something, which, I was.
Things to Do, Ways to Relax: (The "Treat Yourself" Checklist)
Oh boy, here's where things get interesting.
- Pool with view, Swimming pool [outdoor]: The pool. The pool. It was, as promised, gorgeous. Sparkling blue, and… wait for it… with a view. I spent an embarrassing amount of time just floating, staring at the (insert specific view type here, depending on location) and pretending I was a movie star. Very relaxing. Until a rogue inflatable flamingo nearly took me out.
- Spa/sauna, Body scrub, Body wrap, Massage: Okay, so the spa. The spa. I'm a sucker for a good massage. And the one I had? Incredible. Like, "made me forget all my worries" incredible. The body scrub? Exfoliation heaven. The body wrap? I felt like a pampered burrito. Worth every penny.
- Fitness center, Gym/fitness: I glanced at the fitness center. Briefly. Then I decided to double down on the relaxation… and the free cookies.
- Steamroom, Foot bath: Didn't get to these, but I wanted to! Next time, definitely.
Cleanliness and Safety: (Covid and Beyond - Is the Room Clean?)
Okay, let’s get serious for a moment. Covid. It’s a thing. I'm no germaphobe, but I do appreciate feeling safe.
- Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, Hand sanitizer, Hygiene certification, Individually-wrapped food options, Physical distancing of at least 1 meter, Professional-grade sanitizing services, Room sanitization opt-out available, Rooms sanitized between stays, Safe dining setup, Sanitized kitchen and tableware items, Staff trained in safety protocol, Sterilizing equipment: The hotel tried. You could feel it. Hand sanitiser everywhere, staff wearing masks, and a general atmosphere of "we are trying really hard." The room itself? Spotless. Not a speck of dust. Bravo! Some of the individually wrapped food options seemed a bit wasteful, though.
- Room sanitization opt-out available: I really like this option. It allows a bit of personal choice which is important.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: (The Gastronomic Adventure)
- Restaurants, Bar, Poolside bar, Coffee shop, Breakfast [buffet], Breakfast service, Buffet in restaurant, A la carte in restaurant, Asian breakfast, Asian cuisine in restaurant, International cuisine in restaurant, Vegetarian Restaurant, Western breakfast, Western cuisine in restaurant, Room service [24-hour], Coffee/tea in restaurant, Desserts in restaurant, Happy hour, Salad in restaurant, Snack bar, Soup in restaurant, Bottle of water, Alternative meal arrangement: Alright, the food situation. A mixed bag, as always. The breakfast buffet was… a buffet. Plenty of options, from the usual suspects to some more exotic stuff. I definitely overate. The coffee shop was a lifesaver in the mornings, and the poolside bar? Essential for those pre-lunch aperitifs. The dinner at the Asian-themed restaurant was unexpectedly delicious. I can still taste the… (insert specific Asian dish name). Definitely worth it. Room service at 3 AM? Yes please.
- Breakfast in room, Breakfast takeaway service: Nice touch, though didn't use either as I'm more of a "get up and eat" type.
- Cashless payment service: Appreciated, very convenient.
Services and Conveniences: (The Little Things That Make A Difference)
- Concierge, Daily housekeeping, Laundry service, Luggage storage, Elevator, Facilities for disabled guests (see above!), Doorman: The staff was genuinely helpful. The concierge managed to find me a (very expensive) taxi at a moment's notice. Housekeeping was efficient and discreet. The elevator was swift. Luggage storage was painless.
- Air conditioning in public area, Cash withdrawal, Convenience store, Currency exchange, Dry cleaning, Facilities for disabled guests, Food delivery, Gift/souvenir shop, Invoice provided, Ironing service, Meeting/banquet facilities, Meetings, Meeting stationery, On-site event hosting, Terrace: The Aircon was welcome. Currency exchange was useful. The gift shop had some delightful (and overpriced) souvenirs. Ironing service? Thank goodness. I wouldn't get a great deal of use from the meeting stationery. The terrace? Lovely spot for a sunset cocktail.
- Air conditioning in public area The aircon was a godsend.
- Contactless check-in/out, Doorman Appreciated the quick check-in.
- Check-in/out [express], Check-in/out [private] The options are really great.
- Smoking area Convenient.
For the Kids (And the Kid-at-Heart):
I don't have any kids, but I observed some families.
- Babysitting service, Family/child friendly, Kids facilities, Kids meal: The place seems to be kid-friendly. I saw kids everywhere, and they looked happy. The kids' menu seemed okay. The babysitting service could be a lifesaver for parents.
- Babysitting Service: Useful service. Not needed by me.
Access, Safety/Security Features & Getting Around: (Peace of Mind and Getting Around)
- CCTV in common areas, CCTV outside property, Fire extinguisher, Front desk [24-hour], Hotel chain, Non-smoking rooms, Room decorations, Safety/security feature, Security [24-hour], Smoke alarms, Soundproof rooms: Felt safe and secure. The 24-hour front desk was reassuring. The smoke alarms better be useful.
- Airport transfer, Bicycle parking, Car park [free of charge], Car park [on-site], Car power charging station, Taxi service, Valet parking: Airport transfer was easy. Free parking is a bonus. Valet parking was a nice touch.
Available in all rooms: (The Real Essentials)
- **Additional toilet, 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
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into my (and by "my" I mean, uh, our… okay, hypothetical) Bahama House escapade in Daytona Beach Shores. Forget those perfectly curated, airbrushed itineraries. This is the real deal, folks. Get ready for some sunshine, sand, and probably a healthy dose of sunburn.
Bahama House Bliss (and Possibly Mild Mayhem) – Daytona Bound!
Day 1: Arrival, Existential Dread, and the Quest for the Perfect Beach Chair
- Morning (7:00 AM – Let's be real, probably more like 8:30 AM…): Okay, so the alarm actually went off. Unlike those Insta-perfect travel bloggers, I'm a night owl. This early start is already a personal affront. Luggage. Always the bane of my existence. Did I pack enough sunscreen? Probably not, knowing me. Airport chaos is a given. Pray for minimal delays. Pray for coffee. Strong coffee. (Emotional reaction: anxiety/hopeful anticipation. Mostly anxiety.)
- Before Noon (10:00 AM -ish): TOUCHDOWN! Assuming the flight gods were kind, we're in Daytona! Now, the rental car… praying it’s not a clunker. Finding out the traffic in the airport. Let's see if the GPS will hold up.
- Afternoon (1:00 PM): Check-in at the Bahama House. Anticipating the views. Oceanfront? Heck yeah, baby! (Quirky observation: I always judge a hotel by the lobby decor. Let's hope they didn't go overboard with the nautical knick-knacks.) Unpack. Discover I packed way too many shoes I won't wear. The eternal travel struggle. Start the intense hunt for the best beach chair. This is an art form, people. Sun, sand, and a chair strategically positioned for prime people-watching – it's the ultimate goal. (Emotional reaction: pure, unadulterated joy at the prospect of relaxation.)
- Late Afternoon/Evening (5:00PM -ish): Dinner time! Trying to decide where to eat (this is harder than it seems). Maybe a casual place with fresh seafood. Definitely a place with a decent cocktail menu. Okay, that might be the primary criteria. (Opinionated language: I despise overcooked fish.) Stroll on the beach. Watch the sunset. (Rambling thought: Why is the ocean so mesmerizing? Don't even try to analyze it. Just be.)
Day 2: Daytona Thrills and Beach Bliss (with a side of sunburn)
- Morning (8:00 AM/ish): Wake up. Sun's already pounding. Coffee on the balcony, staring at the ocean (bliss). Contemplate a jog. Decide against. The beach calls. (Quirky observation: the sheer number of retirees in the morning is astounding. Bless their hearts.)
- Morning (9:00AM-ish): This is where we double down on the experience. Racing! It's Daytona, after all. Now, I'm no major race fanatic. But I've always been at least a little curious about the Speedway. A tour of the Daytona International Speedway. Feel the energy. The history. The ROAR. See how the pros do it. Maybe buy one of those goofy visors… (Emotional Reaction: a nervous excitement. What if I get bored? What if I accidentally yell at a NASCAR driver?) Maybe lunch there, the food is expensive, but how often am I in Daytona?
- Afternoon (1:00 PM -ish): Back to the beach! This time, strategically placing a beach umbrella before the sun becomes a fiery demon. Reading my book. Napping. Repeat. Realize I've probably gotten a significant sunburn. (Messy, honest: Oops.)
- Late Afternoon/Evening (5:00 PM): Trying to find a cute beach bar. Maybe some live music. Or maybe just the sound of the waves. Maybe a lot of cocktails. (Rambling: Is it too early to start on a second margarita? Probably not.) Dinner. Maybe try a fancy restaurant. Or a place known for its burgers. Decisions, decisions…
Day 3: Beach, Relaxation, Departure
- Morning (8:00 AM/ish): Wake up. Same routine. Coffee. Ocean view. Apply sunscreen religiously this time. (Emotional reaction: self-reproach for the sunburn, mixed with a renewed sense of optimism.)
- Morning (10:00 AM -ish): Beach day redux! More sun, more sand, more… everything! Maybe get adventurous and try body surfing. Fail miserably. Laugh at myself. (Messy, honest: the water is cold!)
- Afternoon (2:00 PM): Last-minute souvenir shopping. Stressful. Find the obligatory cheesy t-shirt. Pretend to like it.
- Late Afternoon/Evening (4:00 PM): Check out. Head back to the airport. Reflect on trip. (Stronger emotional reaction: melancholy. Already missing the ocean.)
- Evening (7:00 PM): Boarding. Flight home. Exhausted, sun-kissed, and possibly slightly tipsy. (Quirky observation: Airplane food is still terrible. The more things change, the more they stay the same.)
Important Considerations (Because This is Reality, People):
- Weather: Florida is notoriously unpredictable. Pack for sunshine, rain, and maybe even a rogue hurricane.
- Food: Seafood is king. But don't be afraid to explore other options. (Opinionated language: I must try the key lime pie.)
- Budget: This is all hypothetical, so let's just pretend money is no object… (Wishful thinking, right?)
- People: Be friendly to the locals. They'll probably know the best spots.
This, my friends, is just a taste of what could happen. Real life is chaotic, unpredictable, and often hilarious. But that's what makes it an adventure. So, here's to hoping our Bahama House trip is filled with sunshine, laughter, and very few existential crises. Wish me luck!
Escape to Paradise: Korina Gallery Hotel, Ithaki, Greece
So, what *is* this thing, exactly? Like, the big picture?
Ugh, that's a loaded question. You want the elevator pitch? Alright, here goes... Think of it as... a collection of stuff. Yeah, that's helpful, right? Look, sometimes it's a thought. Sometimes it's a feeling. Sometimes it’s that weird stain on my favorite t-shirt that I *swear* came from a rogue smoothie. It's... basically, whatever's bouncing around in the ol' brain pan at any given moment. Don't expect order. Expect… well, expect *this*. Which is... probably not what you expected. Confused yet? Good! You're getting the hang of it.
Okay, okay, I get the vagueness. But *why*? What's the darn *purpose*?
Honestly? Half the time, I haven't the foggiest. Maybe it's therapy? (I can't afford the real kind.) Maybe it's a cosmic scream into the void? Maybe I'm just addicted to typing. The truth is, I start these things, get some momentum, and then… well, I just keep going. Like that time I tried to bake a cake. Didn't have all the ingredients. Didn't follow the directions. Ended up with something resembling a brick. Yet, here we are. So, the purpose? Existential catharsis, probable procrastination, and the off-chance someone, somewhere, finds it slightly… relatable? Don't hold your breath.
Are there... rules? Constraints? A guiding philosophy, perhaps?
Rules? HA! Guiding philosophy? Honey, the *only* rule is: there are no rules. Unless you count the inevitable typos and the fact that I'll probably get distracted by a cat video midway through. As for a guiding philosophy… It’s probably something along the lines of, "Embrace the chaos," or, "Fake it 'til you make it," or, you know, "Is it wine o'clock yet?" (The answer is always yes, by the way.) The constraints? Well, my attention span is a major one. And a slight tendency towards oversharing. Oh, and the internet. The internet is always a constraint. Because, you know, it's always watching. *shivers*
What are the recurring themes? Are there… patterns?
Ugh, yeah, there are patterns, alright. And they're probably as embarrassing as the time I tripped in front of my entire high school class. Expect a lot of self-deprecating humor (because, let’s be honest, it's easier than facing reality), a healthy dose of caffeine-fueled rambling, and a concerning amount of talk about food. Seriously, I think I might have a problem. Every single time I think about that disastrous cake I made, it's... yeah, food. Then there's the emotional whiplash. One minute I'm giddy, the next I'm contemplating the futility of existence. It’s a rollercoaster, and you're not even strapped in. Buckle up, buttercup! You've been warned.
How did you get started on this whole…thing?
Ah, the origin story. Okay, so picture this: I was scrolling through a social media feed. Yeah, I know. I’m a hypocrite. Anyway, I saw some perfectly curated photo of someone's life. Perfectly filtered, perfectly posed, perfectly… fake. And I felt this… *itch*. This primal urge to just… scream. I mean, they even had the *dog* smiling perfectly! My dog, on the other hand, usually looks like he's plotting world domination. And that's when it hit me: the world's too polished. And I wanted to be… unpolished. Then, instead of screaming, I just… decided to write. Then, the first thought was about that cake, and the rest is this.
What are your influences?
My influences? Well, a lot of them are… complicated. Like my therapist. (Just kidding... well, maybe not). Okay, truth? I'm influenced by everything and nothing. Comedians who make me laugh until I cry (and then make me cry again because the whole thing's too true). People who aren't afraid to be brilliantly, beautifully flawed. The sound of rain on a tin roof. Bad coffee. Good coffee. That feeling you get when you know you should be working, but you're just… not. Oh, and sarcasm. Definitely sarcasm. And my own, mostly disastrous life experiences. They’re a font of inspiration, truly.
What about… a specific experience that shaped the thing? Something that *really* sticks out?
Oh, *god*. Okay, you want a specific experience? Fine. I had this *horrendous* date a while back. He was… let’s just say he was a walking red flag convention. The way he talked about his ex? Shudder. The restaurant? Sticky tables and questionable smells. But the worst part? He spent the *entire* date talking about himself. His accomplishments. His *brilliant* takes on world affairs. I sat there, silently stewing, thinking: “Wow. This is *exactly* the kind of person I needed to *not* be.” And I just… let it simmer. The righteous anger. The "I can't believe I wasted TWO HOURS of my life on *this* dude" rage. That date? That's the fuel. That terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad date is the reason you’re reading this. It fueled the initial rage, gave me something to *react* to. (And yes, I *did* sneak out before the bill came.) And it made me realized that, hey, maybe being a hot mess on the page, where I'm in control of the narrative is… a pretty good thing. He probably hates me. But I’m… strangely grateful.
What do you hope people get out of it?
Look, I'm not aiming for world peace or a Pulitzer Prize, although… wouldn't that be nice? I genuinely hope that *someone* out there reads this and feels a tiny bit less alone in their own magnificent messiness. Maybe they'll laugh. Maybe they'll cringe. Maybe they'll think, "Yep, been there, done that, burnt the t-shirt." If even *one* person finds comfort, or solidarity, or just a few minutes of escape from the daily grind… then it’s all been worth it. And hey, if you'Coastal Inns
Bahama House - Daytona Beach Shores Daytona Beach (FL) United States
Bahama House - Daytona Beach Shores Daytona Beach (FL) United States
