Westin Richmond: Luxury Getaway in Virginia's Capital

The Westin Richmond Richmond (VA) United States

The Westin Richmond Richmond (VA) United States

Westin Richmond: Luxury Getaway in Virginia's Capital

Westin Richmond: My Verdict on This Fancy Virginia Getaway (Spoiler: It’s Complicated)

Okay, so I just got back from a little sojourn to the Westin Richmond, right in the thick of Virginia’s capital. And, buckle up, because this ain’t your average hotel review. I’m gonna be honest, I’m a mixed bag of emotions right now. The Westin? Well, let’s dissect this beast, shall we?

First Impressions (and the Accessibility Thing)

Right off the bat, I have to hand it to them: it's relatively accessible. They DO seem to care! The website boasts “facilities for disabled guests,” and praise be, the elevator is there, which is crucial for a klutz like myself who always manages to trip on air. The common areas are pretty navigable, so a wheelchair should be able to get around. But, and there's always a but, I didn't specifically test everything. I’m just saying, from what I saw, it wasn’t an obstacle course.

The Sanctum of Sleep: My Room and the Wi-Fi Debacle

My room… well, it was a room. It had all the usual suspects: a TV, a bed bigger than my tiny apartment back home, and a closet you could probably get lost in. The “extra long bed” was indeed long, which was a bonus because I’m notoriously a starfish sleeper. (7/10 for bed length, let's be honest)

And the Wi-Fi? Free Wi-Fi in all rooms, the pamphlet trumpeted! And for once, it actually worked… Most of the time. I needed to actually work (yes, really!), so the free Wi-Fi was essential! It was good enough for emails, social media, and the bare essentials of a remote work routine. But, I did have a few moments, where I was like, "Oh… is it down again?" So, let’s call it a solid (7/10 for Wi-Fi) and a mental note to bring a portable hotspot next time.

The Spa and Fitness Fiasco: A Tale of Two Experiences

Okay, the Spa. Oh man, the Spa. I went for the massage thing, and it was supposed to be the ultimate relaxation zone! They have a sauna, steam room, the whole shebang. You know, the works! I booked it expecting to melt into a puddle of bliss. The front desk staff was nice and helpful, and there was this gorgeous pool with a view. (8/10 for pool! I didn't swim, but I would.)

My masseuse, though? Bless her heart, she was trying. But… let’s just say her technique felt less "soothing hands of an angel" and more "enthusiastic but slightly confused". I'm not even sure she addressed the right muscle groups! It really felt like a crapshoot. Honestly, it wasn’t the relaxing, de-stressing experience I'd fantasized about. (3/10 for the actual massage, but 8/10 for effort!)

And the Fitness Center. They had “Gym/fitness” they said, and it was all the things you need! Treadmills, weights, the sweaty business. The equipment was modern enough, and everything was functional, except they were out of towels! Okay, I get it, it happens! I had to use my own towel from the room! And I still felt like I should have brought a towel everywhere! So, I spent a lot of time worried about my sweat and not enough time actually working out! (6/10 for gym, bring your own damn towel)

Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: A Delicious Rollercoaster

The Westin has a gaggle of dining options, right? A "Breakfast [buffet]" that's apparently legendary (didn't get to try it… sleep is king, you know?), "Restaurants," "Coffee shop". I had a few drinks at the "Poolside bar" It was pleasant!

But the restaurants… that’s where things took a turn. The a la carte was good, with options for vegetarians which is a boon for me, and the bar food was surprisingly decent. The coffee/tea in restaurant was ok. I appreciated the (8/10 for the coffee shop). (5/10 for food in general). The "happy hour" situation was decent for a solo traveler like me.

Cleanliness and Safety: Peace of Mind (Mostly)

In these crazy times, cleanliness is everything. The Westin gets points for trying. They were all about “room sanitization between stays,” “daily disinfection in common areas,” and "individually-wrapped food options." Which… felt very 2020, but I'm not complaining! They also had "hand sanitizer" plastered everywhere. Felt like I was being watched? Not really! But they had “staff trained in safety protocol.” I also noticed, “CCTV in common areas.” I was also happy to know that there was a "First aid kit," on hand. (9/10 for safety)

Services and Conveniences: The Good, the Bad, and the “Meh”

They had a "concierge." "Cash withdrawal," "Daily housekeeping." The usual. The "dry cleaning" and "laundry service" sounded tempting, but I’m on vacation! Ain't nobody got time for chores!

The Small Stuff: Bits and Bobs that Matter

They do have "Family/child friendly," which is useful if you've got little ones. I didn’t test those out. But the "Air conditioning," "Alarm clock," "Hair dryer," and "Ironing facilities," were all perfectly serviceable. The "Luggage storage" came in handy. There's a "Convenience store," too.

The Verdict: Would I Go Back?

Look, the Westin Richmond isn't perfect. The massage was a letdown. The Wi-Fi occasionally sputtered. But it’s a solid hotel. It's in a good location, the staff is generally helpful, and the cleanliness gave me some peace of mind. The pool's pretty damn great. The food is, well, serviceable.

So, would I go back? Maybe. If the price is right and I'm looking for a comfortable-enough hotel in Richmond, the Westin might be a contender. Just remember, if I do, I’ll be packing my own freakin’ towel. And maybe pre-booking a REAL massage! (7/10 overall. Room for improvement, but not a disaster.)

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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your grandma's perfectly polished itinerary. This is… well, this is my potential disaster, disguised as a trip to The Westin Richmond. Let's see if I survive.

Day 1: Arrival, Reality Check, and Rebellious Appetites

  • 1:00 PM - Landing in Richmond! (Assuming the flight isn't delayed, which, let's be honest, is like assuming the sun will rise tomorrow.) Feeling: A giddy mix of excitement and the creeping dread of being away from my couch. I'm so ready for some peace… or is it just the promise of room service?

  • 1:30 PM - Taxi Tantrums and Hotel Hunt. Okay, navigating the airport is going fine. Then, finding the right cab? Forget about it. This driver is either brand new or on a mission to see how many U-turns the city allows. Seriously, Richmond, is this normal? Finally, we're at The Westin! Check-in. Let's hope my reservation is, in fact, real.

  • 2:30 PM - The Room! (Fingers crossed.) Okay, YES! Finally. My own little sanctuary. I immediately dive onto the bed, do a mandatory bounce test, and decide it's a keeper. The view? Meh, some buildings. But hey, at least there's a mini-fridge. Emotional Reaction: Utter relief. I'm officially on vacation. (Even if I haven't actually done anything yet).

  • 3:00 PM - Rambling Thoughts and Snack Attack. First, a quick unpack. Then, I decide to take a stroll. I tell myself I'm going to explore but I'm really after snacks.

  • 3:30 PM - The Lobby Lull: Let's see what the Westin has offer because my stomach is screaming. Okay, the hotel lobby seems like a place where people sit and scroll their phones.

  • 4:00 PM - The Questionable Lunch. Okay, maybe I should go across the street to get food, or maybe should I let the hotel food fill my belly.

  • 5:00 PM - Downtime and Debrief. Back to my room for an hour, I make a phone call to my best friend.

  • 6:00 PM - Dinner Drama: I've been looking forward to the in-house restaurant but the wait is 1 hour and I need to find a place that has good food.

  • 7:00 PM - Richmond's Restaurants! I open google maps and find the nearest restaurant named "The Daily Kitchen & Bar". It looks like they have good food and a good menu.

  • 8:00 PM - Regret and Relief: Ordering food and getting it on time is such a struggle! But, at the end of the day, relief. The food is delicious! After I'm finished, I make my way back to my room to get ready to rest.

Day 2: Art, Angels, and Accidental Adventures

  • 9:00 AM - Coffee Craving and Morning Meltdown. Coffee. Necessity. Hotel coffee? Probably not great. I stumble downstairs, looking like a zombie, searching for caffeine. Quirky Observation: Why is everyone at breakfast so… perky? Are they not on a caffeine deficit as I am?
  • 10:00 AM - The VMFA (Virginia Museum of Fine Arts): Art Attacks! (Assuming I've recovered from the coffee-related despair). Time for some culture! Or at least an attempt at some culture. I'm not an art critic, I'm just a semi-literate tourist. I just hope I don't accidentally touch anything… or faint from boredom. Emotional Reaction: Surprise! It's actually… interesting. The contemporary stuff makes my head hurt a little, but the older stuff has a certain charm.
  • 12:00 PM - Lunch with Lessons. OK, this museum has a amazing cafe! Lunch is amazing. But, I also get lost a little.
  • 1:00 PM - Scattered Thoughts: Time to keep exploring.
  • 2:00 PM - Monumental Disappointment: Time to check out the Angel of the Confederacy. The Angel of the Confederacy, which I assume is supposed to be uplifting and thought-provoking, is just… a statue.
  • 3:00 PM - Accidental Wanderings. Now, I'm just wandering. I get distracted and start thinking about things.
  • 4:00 PM - Serendipitous Snack Spot. I stumble upon a cute little bakery. Emotional Reaction: Heaven. Pure, unadulterated carb-fueled ecstasy.
  • 5:00 PM - Hotel Downtime.
  • 6:00 PM - Dinner and Drama Again? Tonight, I'm going to try a bar near my hotel.
  • 7:00 PM - Dinner's Delight.
  • 8:00 PM - Back to the Room.

Day 3: Departure – And the Aftermath

  • 9:00 AM - Last Breakfast Buffet (Maybe). Time for one last go at the Westin's morning spread.
  • 10:00 AM - Packing Panic and Packing Problems. (Assuming I haven't left everything in disarray). Packing. Hate it. Always feels like I'm returning home with more stuff than I came with.
  • 11:00 AM - Checkout Chaos. Making sure I haven't forgotten anything!
  • 12:00 PM - The Journey Home. Time to go. Time to go back to my routine, hoping I can incorporate some of the relaxation I found here.

Final Thoughts:

This trip, in true form, will probably be a mix of planned activities and complete, glorious chaos. Expect meltdowns, questionable food choices, and a healthy dose of self-deprecation. Wish me luck, I'm going to need it.

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So, like, why a Used Ford Fiesta of all things? Did you, or did you *not*, have other options?

Okay, okay, let's address the elephant in the room. A USED Ford Fiesta? It's not exactly a Porsche, is it? Look, the honest truth? My budget was… let’s just say “ambitious” doesn’t even *begin* to cover it. I was looking for something that hopefully *worked* but also didn’t require me to sell a kidney just to get it off the lot. And trust me, I *did* consider other options. I looked at… well, mostly at pictures of cars online, while simultaneously sobbing into a bowl of microwave popcorn. A Jeep Wrangler, for example. Dream car. Real-life cost? Nightmares. The Fiesta? It was the ‘least-nightmarish’ option, which, admittedly, isn’t exactly a ringing endorsement. But hey, it got me from point A to point B. Mostly. Sometimes point C, depending on the day!

What was the *worst* thing about buying a previously-loved Fiesta? Spill the tea.

Ugh, the *worst* thing? Prepare yourself, because it's a doozy. Okay, here's the tale of woe (and triumph, eventually!): The test drive. Sounds harmless, right? WRONG. This was not your average "take it around the block" situation. This was a *journey*. Picture this: a slightly-too-enthusiastic salesman, chirping like a canary, me, desperately trying to look like I knew what I was doing (spoiler alert: I didn't), and the car… well, the car had a personality of its own. By "personality," I mean it sounded like a disgruntled robot having an existential crisis. Every turn was accompanied by a symphony of clicks, clunks, and what *definitely* sounded like a small animal trapped under the hood. I mean, seriously, I swear I heard a faint meow (it wasn't a cat, I later found out). The salesman kept saying, "Oh, that's just the [insert technical jargon I promptly forgot]." But the *worst* part? He tried to distract me by talking about the "amazing fuel efficiency!" I almost choked on my own spit, because at that moment the radio started playing a Celine Dion ballad. I couldn't help but feel the car was mocking me.

Did you get ripped off? Be honest. Did you pay too much for a used… thing?

Look, I'm no financial whiz. I once tried to balance my checkbook and ended up accidentally ordering 500 rolls of toilet paper (don't ask). So, did I overpay? Probably! Looking back, the price felt… optimistic. Let’s just say I suspect the seller saw me coming a mile away, wearing a giant sign that read, "Easy Money!" I mean, I *think* I got a "good deal," but my definition of "good deal" is probably drastically different from anyone who understands the value of a car. I’d like to tell you I did my research, haggled like a pro, and walked away a victor. But, the truth is, I walked away slightly dazed, clutching the keys like they were the winning lottery ticket (which, in a way, they were, because at least I *had* a car). Do I regret it? Sometimes. Especially when I have to fill up the gas tank. But, in the grand scheme of things, no. It's my little clunker, and I'm pretty sure it hates me as much as I love it.

What's the *most* unexpected thing about owning this Fiesta?

The *most* unexpected thing? How deeply I've learned to appreciate the little things. Like when it actually *starts* on the first try. Or when the air conditioning decides to work during a heatwave (it's a rare occurrence, consider it a blessing). Honestly, I've become a master of troubleshooting. I can diagnose a sputtering engine with the best of them (mostly by Googling furiously on the side of the road). But beyond the mechanical stuff, I’ve discovered a weird sense of camaraderie with other Fiesta owners. We're a secret society, bonded by our shared experiences of… well, let’s call it “eccentricity.” Also, and don’t laugh, but the *best* part is how it forces me to *unplug*. There's no fancy tech, no distractions really. I mean, the radio cuts out halfway through most songs, so what can you do but look out the window? It's quite wonderful.

Any advice for someone considering a used Fiesta, or frankly, *any* used car?

Okay, listen up, young padawans! My sage wisdom, gleaned from the trenches of used car ownership? Number one: Get a mechanic to check it out! Don't be a fool like me, trusting in the shiny promises of a salesman. Seriously. It's worth the money, even if you have to eat ramen noodles for a week afterwards. Two: Don't fall in love with the car *before* you've driven it. Feelings cloud judgment. I learned this the hard way. Three: Ask *all* the questions. Even the ones that seem stupid. If you don’t understand something, DEMAND it be explained until you do. Four: Be prepared for things to break. They will. It's the nature of the beast. Five: Develop a deep and abiding love for your local auto parts store. You'll be visiting them often. And six? Don't expect perfection. It’s used, after all. Embrace the quirks. The squeaks. The… well, the occasional meow. And most importantly? Remember, it's just a car. It's not your life’s meaning. Unless, you know, you really need to get somewhere. Which, you might, but still. Don’t let this decision define you! Unless it’s the *only* car that fit your budget. Hmmm.... well maybe it *does* define you a little.

Would you… do it again? (Buy a used Fiesta).

…Okay here is where it gets REALLY real. The last time I had to pay for a repair, it definitely crossed my mind to set the whole thing on fire and move to a remote island. So... maybe not. But honestly? If I had to choose between walking... or having a used Fiesta again, I'm honestly not sure! It's a love-hate relationship, a dance with destiny, a daily gamble on whether I'll make it to the grocery store without needing a tow. And yet… there's a weird kind of pride involved. Like I've tamed a wild beast. Or, at the very least, I've convinced itSnooze And Stay

The Westin Richmond Richmond (VA) United States

The Westin Richmond Richmond (VA) United States

The Westin Richmond Richmond (VA) United States

The Westin Richmond Richmond (VA) United States