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I spent two nights at The Dove Inn in Golden, Colorado. I went for a Red Rocks show and stayed for the creek walks and coffee. Small town. Big charm. And this old house? It’s pretty cute.
For an even deeper dive into the stay, you can read my detailed review here.

You know what? I wasn’t sure I’d like a hotel with no front desk. I like saying hi to people. But it worked. Mostly.

Check-in: Texts, Codes, and Quiet Halls

Check-in was all digital. A code hit my phone the morning of arrival. I parked on the street, rolled my small bag in, and punched the code on the front door. Easy.
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The foyer smelled like fresh coffee and lemon cleaner. Old wood floors. A runner rug that squeaked under my steps. It felt safe and calm, the way a big old house can feel when it’s loved and kept up.

I did get stuck once. My room code didn’t take on the first try. I texted the number they give you. A person replied in under five minutes and reset it. Not a big deal, but it’s a moment where you miss a human at a desk.

My Room: Simple, Sunny, and a Bit Squeaky

I had a queen room on the second floor, facing a side street. Morning light slid in soft and slow. White bedding, light throw, two fluffy pillows, two firmer ones. I’m picky about beds, and this one hit a sweet spot—soft top, steady base. No sag, no springs arguing with my back.

The bathroom had a walk-in shower with real water pressure. Hot water came fast. Towels had that line-dried feel—not hotel heavy, not thin either. I did wish the shelf was wider. My face wash kept sliding off like it was trying to escape.

There was no closet, just hooks and a small rack. It worked for a weekend, but a longer stay might get messy. I used the robe (nice touch) and a small fan in the closet at night. The house has charm, but charm creaks. The fan helped with white noise.

Wi-Fi? Solid. I streamed a show on my iPad while eating gummy bears in bed. No lag. My quick speed test said about 120 down, 20 up. That’s more than enough for work calls, too. With speeds like that, I actually wondered if I could run a side hustle from the room—maybe even launch a little live stream. If hotel downtime sparks the same idea for you, check out this guide to starting your own webcam show for practical tips on gear, lighting, and smart monetization strategies that can turn a solid connection into real income.

Coffee and the Kitchen Nook

No hot breakfast spread here. Don’t expect waffles. There’s a shared kitchen area with good coffee, tea, and a few snacks in the morning—granola bars, fruit, and sometimes a pastry box. The pour-over setup made me smile. If you like fancy coffee, bring your own beans, but theirs did fine for me.

I grabbed a banana, poured a second cup, and took it to the porch. The air was cool and smelled like rain on stone. Golden mornings have that fresh, mountain-town hush, even on busy days.

Location: Walk-Friendly Wins

This spot shines for folks who like walking. I wandered to Clear Creek in five minutes and watched kayakers flip and pop through the water. Shops sit a few blocks away. I picked up a cardigan I didn’t need and zero regrets.

For dinner, the Golden Mill food hall was a hit—lots of choice, great views. If you’re heading to Red Rocks, expect about a 25-minute drive with light traffic. I left early and still had time for a drive-thru burrito on the way.

Parking near the inn is street parking. Evenings were easy. Daytime has time limits on some blocks. I moved my car once, which felt mildly silly, but it wasn’t hard.

Service: Text-First, But Human Enough

No front desk, but the team’s quick on text. I asked for extra towels and got them later that afternoon. I also asked for a late checkout, and they gave me an extra hour. Good tone. Helpful, not fussy.

Housekeeping is light unless you ask. That’s common now. If you want a full tidy, just say so the day before.

What I Loved

• The bed and shower were legit good.
• Wi-Fi was steady, easy to join, and fast.
• The porch and morning coffee felt like vacation on a budget.
• Walkable to the creek, shops, and food. No car stress at night.

What Bugged Me (A Little)

• Creaky floors. Not loud, just… present. Bring a white noise app if you’re a light sleeper.
• No full breakfast. I knew this going in, but people ask. Coffee and snacks only when I stayed.
• Hooks instead of a closet. It keeps the room airy, but storage is tight if you pack heavy.

Money Talk

My weekend rate was $219 per night before tax. For Golden, that’s fair—cheaper than big-name hotels nearby, more than a roadside spot. I felt like I got what I paid for: style, location, and comfort, without extra fluff I don’t use.

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Tiny Tips That Help

• Ask for a second-floor room if you want more light. If stairs are hard, ask for ground level.
• Pack earplugs or use the room fan. Old houses speak at night.
• Book dinner early on summer weekends. Golden gets busy.
• If you’re heading to Red Rocks, bring layers. The wind can flip on you fast.

Final Word

I went in nervous about the no-desk setup. I came out relaxed and kind of charmed. The Dove Inn is quiet, clean, and honest about what it is—a sweet, old house with modern touches and a killer location. Not fancy. Not fussy. Just easy.

Would I stay again? Yep. For a Golden weekend with creek walks, coffee on the porch, and a fast jump to Red Rocks? It hits the mark.

I stayed at The Richardson Hotel & Spa in Perth twice. First on a work trip in 2016. Then again for a weekend in 2017. Both times, it felt like a small, quiet world tucked off a busy street. And you know what? I still think about it when I pass that part of town.
(If you’d like the blow-by-blow recap—complete with photos and room details—you can find my full review here.)

Quick note before I jump in. The hotel is now closed. The building is used for aged care now. If you're curious about the circumstances around the closure, hotel industry news site Hotel Management covered it in detail. But folks still ask me what it was like. So here’s my honest take, with real moments that stuck.

Where it sits (and why that matters)

The hotel sat on a quiet street in West Perth, near Hay Street. It was a short walk to Kings Park. Travelers who want to stay within strolling distance of Kings Park can compare current hotels in the area on Tripadvisor. I loved that. One morning I woke before my alarm, laced up my running shoes, and jogged up to the park. The air felt cool, and the light was gold. Perth has that clean, wide-sky feel. The wind had a bit of the “Fremantle Doctor” in it, so the run felt easy.

Back at the hotel, I grabbed a flat white from a small cafe on Hay Street and took it to my balcony. No traffic noise, just the hum of a day starting. It’s funny how a quiet street can lower your shoulders.

Uber to the CBD took about 7 minutes for me, sometimes less. Northbridge for dinner? Around 10 to 12. Valet was fast when I had a hire car. That part saved me on a tight schedule.

The suite felt like a small apartment

Here’s the thing: the rooms were more like suites. Mine had a living room with a small sofa, a desk that actually fit my laptop and notebook, and a bedroom that closed off with a door. I’m picky about doors. Work stuff stays out of the bedroom. Sleep wins.

There was a little kitchenette with a pod coffee machine, a tiny sink, and plates. Not a full kitchen, but enough. I made toast and brewed coffee before an early call. It was simple and warm and made me feel less like a guest and more like a person who knows where the light switches are.

The bed was firm but not hard. Two pillows, one soft, one a bit higher, which helped my neck. Blackout curtains did their job. I slept like a rock before a big meeting, which rarely happens for me.

The bathroom had a deep tub and a separate shower. Hot water came fast, and the water pressure was strong. The bath salts smelled faintly floral. After a long flight, that first soak felt like a reset.

Was the decor modern? Not really. Even back then, it leaned classic. Cream tones, dark wood, clean lines. It felt grown-up but not stiff. I’ll take calm over flashy most days.

Service with a real smile, not a plastic one

On my first stay, I arrived late and hungry. The front desk had this warm, old-school style. Not fake cheerful. Just kind. The concierge walked me through room service hours, circled a few local spots on a little map, and handed me a umbrella because the sky looked moody. I still remember that umbrella. It rained. I didn’t get wet. Small thing, big mood shift.

I also forgot my plug adapter. Front desk had one. They just handed it over and said, “Bring it back whenever.” No fuss. Another time I asked if they could print a few slides before a meeting. They had them ready at 7:10 a.m., clipped, with a simple cover sheet. My P&L brain sighed with relief.

Turn-down service left a tiny chocolate and fresh water on the nightstand. I know it’s old-school. I like old-school when it helps me breathe.

Food: rich and careful, with a gentle pace

The hotel’s fine dining spot, Opus, was a French-leaning space with white tablecloths and soft light. I had dinner there once and breakfast twice. Dinner felt slow in a good way. The fish was local and tender. The sauce had that deep butter note that makes you go quiet for a minute. The server didn’t hover. They checked in at good times. That balance is rare.

Breakfast downstairs was calm. Sourdough toast, eggs done right, grilled tomatoes, a pot of tea. Nothing wild. Everything warm and steady. On Sunday, I lingered with the paper longer than I planned. That says a lot about the room and the staff. No rush in their faces.

Spa and pool: small, but they work

I booked a 60-minute massage at the spa after my flight. Eucalyptus oil, steady pressure, and a therapist who didn’t chat too much—bless her. The spa wasn’t huge, but it was clean and quiet. The indoor pool was heated and long enough for short laps. The gym was simple: a few machines, free weights, towels stacked neat. I felt human again.

One note: the pool hall had a faint chlorine smell at times. Not harsh. Just there.

What I loved

• The balcony. Morning light, a book, and coffee. I felt unrushed.
• The suite layout. I could spread out my notes and still shut the door and sleep.
• The walk to Kings Park. That easy green space is a perk you can feel in your bones.
• Turn-down with water and a tiny sweet. Comfort on a tray.
• Staff who solve small problems fast. Adapter, prints, umbrella—done.

What bugged me a bit

• Decor felt dated even then. Not shabby—just classic leaning old.
• Room service was pricey. Tasty, but I winced at the bill once.
• Light switches took a minute to learn. I flicked the wrong one more than once.
• Views were city-facing for me, not river or grand park. It was fine, just not wow.
• The pool area could smell like chlorine, depending on the time.

Who it suits

If you like calm over flash, this was your spot. Business folks who need space to think—yes. Couples who want quiet, a bath, and a slow dinner—also yes. If you wanted nightlife at your door, you had to go to Northbridge or the CBD. That was part of the deal.

Prefer your calm getaway in the U.S.? I had a similarly mellow, service-first experience at The Dove Inn in Golden, Colorado—my candid notes on that stay are here.

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A small story from my second stay

I spilled coffee on the carpet while trying to answer a call and zip a bag at the same time. Classic me. Housekeeping came up fast, waved off my apology, and cleaned it in under five minutes. No eye roll. No upsell. Just help. I remember feeling weirdly cared for. Funny how that sticks.

Practical bits I noted back then

• Free Wi-Fi that didn’t drop on video calls.
• Valet parking ran smooth during peak times.
• Taxis were easy to call, but I just used Uber most days.
• Ask for a higher floor if you like more light. It helped my mood.

So, would I stay again?

If it were still open? Yes. It was a gentle place with real service. Not flashy. Not loud. Just steady. I got work done. I slept well. I ate well. That’s a win in my book.

One last update

The Richardson Hotel Perth is closed now. The building serves a different purpose and isn’t taking guests. If you want a similar calm feel in Perth today, I’d look at a small luxury spot in the CBD for service and quiet rooms, or a design-forward hotel near West Perth if you want that same easy walk to the park. For travelers who appreciate contemporary design balanced with warm service, The Hotel Modern offers a comparable sense of quiet sophistication.

I still pass the old spot and think of that morning run, that quiet balcony, and that helpful

I spent three nights at Hotel San Marco, a few steps from St. Mark’s Square. I went in late April with my cousin, Lily. We had one suitcase each and way too many snacks. Classic us.
If you want the photo-heavy, day-by-day version, you can scroll through my extended review right here.

Here’s the thing: I picked it for the location. And you know what? That part was great.

Getting There Without Losing Your Cool

We got off the water bus at San Zaccaria. It was about a 6–7 minute walk. We crossed two small bridges, rolled our bags past a gelato stand, and slid into a thin alley. The hotel sign was small, so we almost missed it. Venice can feel like a maze, but this was fine once we knew the turns.

Tip: pack light. Those bridges don’t care about your arms.

Check-In: Quick, With a Friendly Smile

We checked in at around 3 p.m. Giulia at the desk was kind and fast. She took our passports, scanned them, and handed them right back. She gave us a map with a bold blue pen line to Rialto and to the nearest grocery. She also explained the city tax. We paid it at check-in. No surprise there, which I like.

The old key had a heavy brass tag. You leave it at the desk when you go out. It felt old-school, but also kind of fun.

Our Room: Tiny But Not Miserable

We had a double room in the side building. Not a canal view—just a narrow alley view where you see people’s shoes and hear rolling suitcases. The room was small. Two steps from the bed to the window, small. But it was clean.

What stood out:

• Bed: firm but comfy. Two flat pillows. I asked for an extra and got one.
• Outlets: two near the bed, one by the desk. We used a Type C adapter.
• A/C: worked well, but turned off if the window was open. The old wood shutters blocked a lot of light and some noise.
• Closet: short hanging space and a safe. No iron, but they sent one up when I asked.
• Smell: a light damp smell after it rained. Not awful, just Venice being Venice.

The bathroom was tiny. The shower had a curtain that liked to cling to my legs. Water pressure was strong, and the hot water held steady. There was a bidet, a wall hairdryer, and fluffy towels that dried fast. Small space, yes, but workable.

Noise: Let’s Be Honest

Venice sings. Bells from St. Mark’s chimed the hour. Tourists laughed late. In our room, it was fine until about 11 p.m., then it quieted down. Morning started early with cart wheels on stone. Earplugs helped on the first night. After that, we slept like rocks.

If you’re a light sleeper, ask for an inside room. Or bring earplugs and thank me later.

Breakfast: Simple, Crowded, Pretty Tasty

Breakfast ran 7:30–10:00. The small room filled up by 8:30. We grabbed a table near the window and did the usual hotel shuffle.

Food stuff:

• Fresh croissants and rolls (the croissants were still warm).
• Yogurt cups, cereal, fruit salad.
• Sliced ham and cheese.
• Scrambled eggs that tasted a little watery, but fine with salt.
• Coffee machine that pulled a solid cappuccino.

I’d call it a “get-you-going” breakfast. Nothing fancy. It did the job. If you have celiac, you’ll be okay with yogurt, fruit, and maybe eggs—but not a lot beyond that.

Wi-Fi and Work Things

The Wi-Fi worked well in our room and in the lobby. I did a quick speed check one night—around 25 Mbps. I watched a show on my iPad with no drama. Lily uploaded photos to her cloud while I FaceTimed home. No drops.
Back in the States, I had a similarly smooth connection at a charming B&B—The Dove Inn in Golden, CO—though everything else about that stay felt worlds apart.

One tiny quirk: the power slot needed the room key card. I left an old grocery card in the slot when we went out so my devices kept charging. Not fancy, but it worked.

Service: Small Team, Big Help

Staff here felt steady and kind. Giulia showed us how to reach the water bus for Murano.
The relaxed, almost spa-like vibe reminded me of the mellow welcome I received at The Richardson Hotel in Perth, if you’re curious about how service compares across continents.
Marco (yes, Marco at San Marco) circled a quiet mask shop on our map. When it poured, the front desk handed us two umbrellas and said, “You’ll be fine.” And we were.

On checkout day, they held our bags for five hours. No fuss. That let us sip a final coffee in the square and watch the pigeons plot their next move.

If you like cross-checking opinions, you can browse a stack of candid traveler impressions on Tripadvisor’s Hotel San Marco page to see how my experience lines up with everyone else’s.

The Location: You Can’t Beat It

You’re a minute from St. Mark’s Square. We stepped out early at 7:15 one morning. No crowds. Just soft light, damp stone, and a hush that felt almost holy. Then, by 10 a.m., boom—waves of people. Wild how fast it flips.

Shops, gelato, and a small market are close. So is the vaporetto. For a short stay, this spot makes life easy.

The Not-So-Great Stuff

• Space is tight. If you need room to stretch, this isn’t your match.
• Noise happens. It’s a busy area, so bring earplugs.
• The shower curtain is clingy. I wished for a door.
• The elevator is tiny. Two people and a bag, max. Stairs are narrow, too.
• Some light damp smell after rain. Keep the bathroom fan running.

A Real Moment That Sold Me

On our second night, we came back late. Our feet hurt. I bought a little lemon soda from a corner shop. We sat on the bed, windows open a crack. The bells rang. We heard a couple laugh below us, then the sound drifted off. I don’t know—something about that felt like Venice in a jar. Small room, big feeling.

Money Talk

We paid about 180 euros per night for a standard double. Prices shift with the season. There’s also a city tax per person, per night. They told us up front. No surprise fees at checkout.

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Tips If You Book Here

• Pack light. Those bridges don’t joke.
• Ask for a quiet room facing the inside if you’re a light sleeper.
• Bring a Type C power adapter and a tiny power strip if you have gadgets.
• If rain’s coming, toss in a pair of light boots. Streets can get wet fast.
• Eat early or late to avoid the breakfast rush.
• Leave the heavy key at the desk. It’s easier.

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So, Would I Stay Again?

Yes—if I want a short, easy visit right by St. Mark’s. The hotel is simple, tidy, and friendly. Not luxury. Not huge. But it puts you where you want to be.

If you need lots of space, a big modern bathroom, or absolute silence, you’ll be happier elsewhere. For a sleek design-forward option with roomier layouts, you might look at The Hotel Modern, which caters to travelers who prioritize space and contemporary comforts.

But if your plan is to be out all day, wander, eat, and crash in a clean bed close to the action? Hotel San Marco works. It

Short answer: there aren’t classic hotels on the ice. You won’t find a Holiday Inn on a penguin beach. If you’re craving the art-filled lobbies and craft cocktails of The Hotel Modern, you’ll have to save those city comforts for before or after the expedition. What you do get are two real paths that feel like hotels: comfy expedition ships that act like floating lodges, and seasonal camps run by serious operators. Both are real. Both are bookable. And both surprise people. In a good way, mostly.

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Let me explain.

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The ship-as-hotel thing (and why it works)

Most travelers sleep on ships. Think of it like a small hotel that moves with the ice. Warm room. Hot showers. Good food. A mudroom for gear. Then zodiacs take you to land.

Real examples that feel polished:

• Quark’s Ultramarine: Bright, gear-first, two helos for flightseeing when weather allows. Big mudroom. Nice sauna. You’ll feel the buzz at peak hours.
• Hurtigruten Roald Amundsen: Hybrid tech, clean Nordic style, science center with microscopes. Great for kids at heart. Some cabins are tight, but cozy.
• Silversea Silver Endeavour: Fancy. Calm lounges. Strong service. If you want turndown after a blizzard, this is it.
• Ponant Le Commandant Charcot: Icebreaker muscle with a quiet vibe. Heated outside decks. Feels like a lab and a lounge got married.

What I like: you get soft beds, steady heat, and a shower that doesn’t shame you. For travelers weighing up premium small-ship options, Aurora Expeditions’ luxury Antarctica cruises offer another strong benchmark, pairing comfort with serious expedition credentials.

What can bug you: the Drake Passage can be rough. Sea bands help. Also, the mudroom rush at 7 a.m. feels like a ski lodge on a powder day. Fun, yet chaotic.

Tip you’ll want: if you hate big waves, look at an “air-cruise.” You fly to King George Island, then board a ship there. It skips the Drake.

Real camps on the ice (yep, you can book these)

These aren’t rustic backyard tents. They’re serious, set up by polar teams, with safety baked in. You get heat, meals, and planned outings. Still, it’s Antarctica. Weather calls the shots.

White Desert, Queen Maud Land, interior Antarctica:

• Whichaway Camp: Space-age sleeping pods, a glassy lounge, and a chef who can make greens taste fresh in a white desert. Showers are scheduled and hot. The vibe is “James Bond meets polar nerd.”
• Echo Camp: Sleek, sci-fi pods with a quieter footprint. It’s Instagram candy, but it’s also practical—warm, private, clean.
• Wolf’s Fang: More adrenaline. Blue-ice runway nearby. Rock spires, dry air, vast silence. Feels like standing on the moon in a down parka.

What stands out: staff who read the wind like music. Activities shift by hour. One day it’s ice tunnels. Next it’s a nunatak hike. They keep it safe and special.

What’s not perfect: price is sky high. Also, showers and laundry are limited. It’s fine. You won’t care after your first sastrugi walk, but still—pack smart layers.

Antarctic Logistics & Expeditions (ALE), Union Glacier Camp:

• Union Glacier Camp, Ellsworth Mountains: Double-walled sleeping tents, thick mattresses, a heated dining tent, and a blue-ice runway. It’s simple, warm, and social. You’ll hear stories over stew that you’ll never forget.
• Gould Bay Emperor Penguin Camp: For emperor penguins at arm’s-length views (with strict rules). The camp is more basic. The reward is unreal wildlife time.

What to know: weather delays happen. A day, sometimes two. Flights ride on clear windows. Plan buffer days and a patient mood.

What surprised me the most

• Light: in peak season, it’s bright forever. Bring a soft eye mask. Your brain will thank you.
• Dry air: your lips and nose will feel it. A tiny tube of balm feels like gold.
• Noise: generators hum, winds sing. It’s not loud, but it’s constant. A light sleeper? Earplugs help.
• Batteries: the cold saps them quick. Keep spares close to your base layer, near your body heat.

You know what? The small stuff matters. Warm socks can save a day.

Who should book what

• Want comfort with daily landings? A ship like Ultramarine or Roald Amundsen fits well.
• Want luxury and quiet? Silver Endeavour or Charcot.
• Want once-in-a-lifetime camp nights on the ice? White Desert’s Whichaway, Echo, or Wolf’s Fang.
• Want a classic, grounded expedition vibe? ALE’s Union Glacier Camp.
• Want a single itinerary that strings together Antarctica’s headline sights without skimping on creature comforts? Check out the Ultimate Antarctic Experience from Chimu Adventures for a tidy all-rounder.

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Money talk (no sugarcoating)

• Expedition ships: wide range, but it’s pricey. You’re paying for safety, fuel, guides, and permits.
• White Desert camps: very high. Think bucket list with a capital B.
• ALE camps: also high. Remote logistics drive the cost.

If a deal looks too good, something’s off. Antarctica isn’t cheap or casual.

Packing that actually helps

• Base layers that breathe. Wet cotton is a bad time.
• Neck gaiter, glove liners, hand warmers.
• Lip balm, sunscreen, and a tiny skin salve.
• Camera with extra batteries and a dry bag.
• Soft earplugs and an eye mask.

Most operators give you boots and a big parka. You bring the rest.

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Final take

Antarctica doesn’t do “normal.” No bellhop, no lobby bar, no street noise. Your “hotel” is either a warm ship with zodiacs at the ready, or a snug camp with clean systems and clear rules. Real examples—Ultramarine, Roald Amundsen, Silver Endeavour, Charcot, Whichaway, Echo, Wolf’s Fang, Union Glacier—show the range. All safe. All special.

Is it easy? No. Is it worth it? When the wind drops and the snow squeaks under your boots, you’ll know.

I’ve stayed in Split a bunch. Work trips, quick weekends, even a birthday. I like stone streets, early swims, and hot coffee. And I’ve slept in enough rooms to have real takes. Some stays were smooth. Some had quirks. That’s travel. If you want my complete hotel-by-hotel rundown, you can check out the full story right here.

You know what? Split has range. Beach mornings. Bell towers at dusk. Gelato at midnight. So here’s my first-hand guide to the best hotels I actually tried, what I loved, and what bugged me a bit.

Hotel Park Split — Old-School Glam by the Beach

This spot sits above Bačvice Beach. Five minutes and you’re in the sea. Curious about rooms and rates? Check the Hotel Park Split official site for the latest details. My room had a little balcony and a slice of blue view. The lobby smelled like lavender and polish, the classic kind.

• What I loved: Breakfast on the terrace felt fancy but warm. Fresh figs, soft eggs, calm staff. Ana at the front desk grabbed me a charger when mine died. The spa sauna was quiet midday.
• Little gripes: Live music carried up on Friday night. Not wild, but it did hum till about 11:30. My bath was narrow. I’m short and still bumped a knee.
• Tip: Ask for a higher floor facing the sea. Bring flip-flops for dawn swims at Bačvice. It’s shallow, clear, and happy.

Cornaro Hotel — City Base With a Rooftop Sunset

Cornaro sits near the walls of Diocletian’s Palace. I walked to everything in five minutes. Market, coffee, the Riva. Easy.

• What I loved: The rooftop is the star. I watched the sky go pink with a cold drink in hand. Breakfast was busy but well run. Good eggs, good fruit, quick tables.
• Little gripes: Street noise hits some rooms. Not crazy, but scooters sing at 2 a.m. Valet parking isn’t cheap. My room window was small, so less natural light.
• Tip: Book a corner room if you can. Use the rooftop right before sunset. It’s calm then.

Judita Palace Heritage Hotel — Fairy Tale in the Square

Right on Pjaca (People’s Square). It’s cute, old, and proud. They zipped me through old town on a little cart, which felt funny and sweet.

• What I loved: The stone walls, the creaky stairs, the soft light. It felt like sleeping in a story. Staff told me where to find the best burek. They were right.
• Little gripes: The bell tower rings early. It’s part of the charm, sure, but bring earplugs. No big elevator; stairs do the job. Pack light.
• Tip: Ask for a room with a small balcony if you like to people-watch. Morning coffee in the window is magic.

The atmosphere took me straight back to another bell-filled city break—my stay at Hotel San Marco in Venice. If you’re curious how that compared, I spilled all the good, the weird, and the tiny details in this post.

Radisson Blu Resort & Spa Split — Pools, Spa, Big Sea Views

This place is a mini resort. It’s not in the old town core, but the water is right there. I stayed during a July heat wave and lived in the pool. No shame.

• What I loved: The spa circuit at noon was quiet and cool. Big breakfast spread. A real “I’ll go back for more olives” spread. My sea view room turned sunset into a show.
• Little gripes: Drinks by the pool were pricey. The walk to the old town is long; I used Bolt most days. The vibe is a bit concrete, not cozy.
• Tip: Book a Premium Sea View if views matter to you. Hit the spa while others are at lunch. It’s bliss.

Briig Boutique Hotel — Design Kid Near Bačvice

Briig is clean lines, pale wood, and a little edge. I liked the smell of new paint and citrus in the hall. It’s a short stroll to the sand.

• What I loved: The bed was cloud-soft. The rooftop pool has a sweet breeze. Staff had beach towels ready without fuss.
• Little gripes: The pool gets shade in the afternoon. Breakfast coffee was slow two days in a row. Closets are minimal if you pack like me.
• Tip: Ask for a room with a big terrace. Bring a book for the rooftop; it’s quieter than you think.

Vestibul Palace — Sleep Inside the Emperor’s Walls

Yes, you’re sleeping inside Diocletian’s Palace. Wild. The stone is cool to the touch. At night, the lanes go quiet, and you can hear your own steps.

• What I loved: History with service. Turn-down felt old-school nice. The staff walked me to a wine bar tucked behind a tiny arch. It was perfect.
• Little gripes: Some rooms feel a bit dark, which suits the mood but not selfies. Tour groups stir early outside. It’s also pricey.
• Tip: Ask for porter help with bags. Those stones are not suitcase-friendly. Then go for a 7 a.m. wander. You’ll have the palace lanes almost to yourself.

Luxury digs like these can bruise a budget, and I’ve met more than one traveler who offsets five-star costs by teaming up with a generous companion. If you’re curious about how people find those arrangements, this detailed roundup of the top sugar daddy websites lays out the safest platforms, fee structures, and real-world tips—handy intel if a little digital patronage might help bankroll your next boutique stay.
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Bonus: Le Méridien Lav — Resort Life, Short Ride South

This one’s in Podstrana, a quick ride from Split. I stayed once for a family meet-up. Big pool, small marina, and easy kid stuff.

• What I loved: Plenty of sun beds. Solid gym. Breakfast outside felt like a small holiday.
• Little gripes: It’s not “in Split,” so you’ll ride in for the old town. Taxi fees add up.

Quick Picks (Because Choosing Is Hard)

• Beach mood: Hotel Park Split or Briig Boutique
• Pool and spa day: Radisson Blu or Le Méridien Lav
• Storybook nights: Judita Palace or Vestibul Palace
• Work trip base: Cornaro Hotel

Need more Split hotel intel? I’ve mapped my full decision matrix on The Hotel Modern, where you can filter by vibe, budget, and walking distance to the Riva.

When I’d Book Each Again

• A fall weekend with my partner? Hotel Park. We’d sip on that terrace and wander Bačvice at dawn.
• A busy two-day work run? Cornaro. Close to everything, fast check-in, good Wi-Fi.
• A kid-heavy summer trip? Radisson Blu. Pools, easy meals, zero drama.
• A solo treat with a notebook? Judita Palace. Bells, coffee, pages.

Timing, Noise, and Tiny Things That Matter

Split summers get loud and bright. July and August feel like a festival. Fun, but crowded. May and September are sweet. Warm sea, fewer lines, softer light. Crazy contrast: last year I researched what it’s like to stay at the literal end of the world, and wrote about hotels in Antarctica here. Split feels downright tropical after that. Bring shoes for pebbly beaches. Bring a sweater for the night breeze. And yes, the bells do ring.

One more tiny thing: ask about room location. Street side can hum. Courtyard rooms are quiet but lose the view. Trade-offs happen. I pick sleep, most days. But I chase sunsets too. I know, I’m a walking contradiction.

How I Make It Easy

• I message the hotel about sea view vs. quiet side.
• I ask for late checkout right at check-in. It helps.
• I use Bolt for quick rides and walk the Riva when I can.
• I keep cash for market snacks and a cold bottle of Jana water.

Final Word From My Suitcase

Split is stone, salt, and smiles. These hotels each gave me a real slice of it. None were perfect, and that’s fine. Pick your mood—beach, history, or pool—and match the stay. Then go watch the sky change over the harbor. It gets me every time.

I travel a lot for work. I pack snacks, extra socks, and gym shoes. I also pack hope. Sometimes that hope pays off—like the first time I actually used the hotel gym and didn’t hate it.
For another travel spot with a reputation for sweat-friendly digs, check out The Hotel Modern where the workout space is a standout headline.

The setup: small room, big effort

Last week I stayed at a Hilton Garden Inn in Austin, near the Domain. The gym sat one floor down from the lobby. It opened 24/7, which I love.

The room had:

• Two Life Fitness treadmills
• One Matrix elliptical
• One Peloton bike (SPD clips and toe cages)
• A rack of dumbbells from 5 to 50 pounds
• An adjustable bench
• A Smith machine (no free squat rack, which is normal for a hotel)
• TRX straps, two yoga mats, a foam roller, and a dusty medicine ball
• Cold towels, a water cooler, and a bin of wipes

TVs played ESPN and a cooking show. The AC hummed. It smelled like clean rubber, with a tiny whiff of pool chlorine, which felt weird but fine.

What won me over

• The Peloton was updated and logged me in fast. My last hotel made me restart three times. This one? Smooth.
• The treadmills were quiet and didn’t wobble. No belt slip. No panic button surprise.
• Dumbbells went up to 50, not just 25. I could do rows that actually felt like work.
• TRX straps were mounted well, not droopy or twisted. Big deal for pulls.
• The staff kept restocking the wipes. I noticed. I also used way too many. Sorry. Not sorry.

And crowd wise? I went at 6:10 a.m. on Monday. Two people were there. A runner in a UT shirt and a sleepy guy in socks. Tuesday night at 8:45, it was empty. My favorite kind of empty.

The misses (because nothing’s perfect)

• The Smith machine bar sat a little high, so I had to stand on a plate for hip thrusts. Not ideal.
• One bench wobbled on the right leg. I stuck a folded towel under it. It worked, but still.
• The yoga mats smelled like old gym bag. I used my towel on top. Problem solved.
• The water cooler ran out once. I told the front desk. They filled it fast, but I had to wait a few minutes with dry mouth. That felt long.
• The TV remote was sticky. I wiped it down and kept my hands to myself after. You ever do curls while trying not to touch your face? It’s a skill.

Still, those tiny oddities took me back to my stay at Hotel San Marco in Venice—the good, the weird, and the little things that stuck.

What I actually did there

I’ll keep it real. I don’t just “check” the gym. I use it.

• Monday, 6:15 a.m.: 25-minute treadmill intervals on the Life Fitness. Warm-up 5 minutes. Then 1 minute fast at 7.5 mph, 1 minute walk at 3.5, for 8 rounds. Cool down 5 minutes. The belt felt steady, and the fan hit my face, which I needed. I left a small sweat angel on the towel. Cute.

• Tuesday, 8:50 p.m.: Upper body with dumbbells. 3 sets each:

  • One-arm rows with the 40s
  • Floor press with the 40s (bench felt wobbly, so I went to the floor)
  • Seated shoulder press with the 30s
  • TRX face pulls for high reps
    Finished with a 10-minute Peloton low-impact ride. The seat turned easy, no squeak.

• Wednesday, 6:30 a.m.: Mobility and core. Foam roller on back and quads. Dead bugs. Side planks. Hip cars. A little TRX squat and reach. I stretched by the mirror while a guy did fast hill repeats. Watching him almost made me run. Almost.

Little things that matter way more than they sound

• Music volume sat low. I could hear my own playlist without blasting it. Thank you.
• The AC hit 69°F and held. Warm gyms make me cranky. Cold rooms make me brave.
• Towels were soft, not scratchy. Also, big enough to be a mat cover.
• The door needed a key tap both ways. Felt safe, even late at night.
• A banana basket by the front desk. I ate one after each lift day. That’s training science. Okay, it’s just banana joy.
• The whole vibe stayed calm and almost spa-like, similar to what I felt during my stay at The Richardson Hotel Perth, my calm little bubble in West Perth.

A tiny gripe, then a fix

I wanted a free barbell for deadlifts. They had the Smith only. I pouted for two minutes. Then I did heavy dumbbell RDLs with the 50s, slow and steady. My hamstrings still talked to me at lunch.

Tips if you go

• Bring your own mini band and a small spray of hand sanitizer. You’ll use both.
• If you want the Peloton, go early. It’s the hot ticket around 7 a.m.
• Wipe the bench before you press. Then wipe again. I do a quick double pass. Habit.
• If the room feels full, do a hallway lunge ladder or use the stairs for step-ups. Quiet and effective.

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Would I book again?

Yeah. I would. The gym did its job and a little more. It let me keep my routine, even on a long week. No drama. No broken belts. A couple quirks, sure, but nothing that killed my flow. After sleeping my way across Split and comparing six different hotels, I've learned that a reliable fitness room is rarer than a sea-view balcony—my six favorite hotels in Split prove it. For an outsider’s take, the TripAdvisor reviews echo my experience.

Score: 4 out of 5 sweaty happy stars.

You know what? I walked past the pool and thought about skipping. But then I hit that treadmill, and the morning felt simple. Travel’s messy. A good hotel gym makes it less so.

Note: This is a fictional, first-person review written for creative purposes.

Why I Picked It

I wanted a clean, cheap bed near Central Park. Simple. The Belnord Hotel sits on the Upper West Side, a short walk from the B/C and 1 trains at 86th Street. I like that area. Brownstones, dogs, quiet streets after 10 pm. Also, Zabar’s. Need I say more?

I booked three nights, midweek. Solo trip. Backpack and a small roller bag. I wasn’t after a spa. I just needed a place to sleep, shower, and stash my stuff.

For readers who like the blow-by-blow version of a stay, I've put together a fuller photo-heavy recap here: My no-frills Upper West Side stay at the Belnord Hotel.

Check-In: Quick and a Little Tight

The lobby is small and bright. It smells like lemon cleaner. Check-in took maybe five minutes. The front desk agent, Maya, smiled but kept it moving. She handed me a key card and a little map of the neighborhood. They held my bag for two hours before check-in—no fee. That helped a ton because I wanted to walk the park.

The elevator is tiny. Two people with bags and it’s full. I waited about three minutes at 6 pm. Not a deal breaker, just plan for it.

The Room: Tiny But Clean

Let me explain the size. Picture your outstretched arms. That’s about the width. I counted ten steps from door to window. Still, it felt fresh. White duvet. Firm bed. Two pillows. A narrow desk with a chair that tucks under, tight.

There’s no closet, just wall hooks and a small shelf. I used my packing cubes like drawers. It worked. The window looked into a quiet courtyard. No big view, but you know what? I slept better that way.

The bathroom made me laugh a little. It’s compact. I could wash my face and kick the shower wall by accident. But the shower had strong water pressure, and hot water hit in about 10 seconds. I liked the little shelf for my face wash. Towels were soft enough, not fancy. No body lotion, so bring your own. Also, no fridge or coffee maker.

Noise-wise, it was calm. I heard one door slam once. The AC hummed like a white-noise app. I kept it on low and slept fine.

Wi-Fi and Work Stuff

I ran a quick speed test: 78 Mbps down, 38 up. Netflix ran smooth. A 30-minute video call didn’t drop. Two outlets by the bed, one by the desk. I brought a tiny power strip, which helped. If you travel with a lot of gear, you’ll be glad you did.

Housekeeping and Odds and Ends

Housekeeping was by request. I asked for fresh towels on day two. They came while I was out. The trash got emptied. No fuss. I also asked for an extra pillow. Luis at the desk found one in five minutes and handed it over with a grin.

A small thing: the key card didn’t read once. I had to go back down. It was a 60-second fix, but with the slow elevator, it turned into five minutes. Patience helps here.

The Neighborhood: This Is Why You Book It

This part of the Upper West Side feels safe and neighborly. Early morning, you see joggers heading to the park. School kids roll by on scooters. I walked to Central Park in about 10 minutes. The Museum of Natural History took me roughly 12 minutes on foot. If you’ve got kids or you just love dinosaurs, that’s gold.

Food is easy:

• Zabar’s for bagels and coffee. I stood by the window and ate a sesame bagel with scallion cream cheese like it was a tiny holiday.
• Levain Bakery on a slow afternoon—split a chocolate chip cookie with myself, which makes no sense, but you get it.
• Jacob’s Pickles for a big dinner. Loud, fun, and way more food than I needed.
• Barney Greengrass for old-school smoked fish. Cashiers move quick; know your order.

Subway tips: Take the 1 train at 86th for Times Square. For the West Side parks and downtown, it’s easy. The B/C is great for the Museum of Natural History and heading to Columbus Circle.

What I Liked

• Price for the area. My wallet took a breath.
• Clean, simple room. No mystery stains. No weird smells.
• Location. Park, museums, coffee, trains. All nearby.
• Staff helped fast, even when it was busy.
• Courtyard-facing room was quiet at night.

What Bugged Me

• The room is small. Like, really small. If you need floor space, you’ll grumble.
• No fridge, no coffee maker, no gym. It’s bare bones.
• Elevator can be slow during check-in hours.
• Only a few outlets. Bring a small power strip or a multi-port charger.
• The sink is tiny. Splash zone alert.

That said, when a property does have a decent fitness center, I make a point of testing it out—sometimes reluctantly. Case in point: the time I actually used the hotel gym and didn’t hate it.

Who Should Stay Here

• Solo travelers who just need a clean base.
• Couples who pack light and don’t mind bumping elbows.
• Folks who care more about the neighborhood than hotel fluff.

If you prefer a similarly well-located property with a touch more style, you might consider booking a room at The Hotel Modern, which blends contemporary design with easy access to the city's highlights.

Quick Tips From My Stay

• Ask for a courtyard room if you want quiet.
• Bring a small power strip and your own travel kettle if morning coffee matters.
• Grab breakfast at Zabar’s, then walk Central Park. It’s the move.
• If you want a gym, try a day pass at the Crunch on 83rd.
• Keep your bags light. The small elevator and room size make that easier.

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The Bottom Line

The Belnord is a no-frills crash pad in a great spot. Clean bed. Hot shower. Solid Wi-Fi. That’s the whole pitch, and it delivers. I’d book it again for a short, park-centric trip when I’m out all day and just want a quiet place to sleep. It’s not fancy. It doesn’t try to be. Honestly, that’s kind of the charm.

If you’re gathering ideas for future trips beyond New York, you can see how I hopped across the Croatian coast—complete with pillow ratings—in my roundup of six favorite hotels in Split.

I live for quick trips upstate. I pack fast, hop in the car, and chase fresh air. Over the past two years, I stayed at a bunch of cool hotels across the Catskills, the Hudson Valley, the Adirondacks, and the Finger Lakes. Some were cozy. Some were fancy. A couple were both. And a few had little quirks that I still think about in the best way.
If you ever crave a city break with the same creative spirit, check out The Hotel Modern for a dose of design inspiration. For the full nitty-gritty of every stop, you can read my complete upstate hotel diary.
For an even broader view, Wallpaper*’s best hotels in Upstate New York roundup offers a curated list that pairs nicely with my on-the-ground notes.

You know what? Picking a place is hard. So here’s how I’d match mood to hotel, based on real nights, real rooms, and real meals I paid for.

• Date night with a view: Piaule Catskill or The DeBruce
• Stylish but chill with friends: Scribner’s Catskill Lodge or Hotel Lilien
• Design nerd heaven: The Maker Hotel or Foxfire Mountain House
• Rustic romance: Urban Cowboy Lodge or Kenoza Hall
• Family time with lots to do: Mohonk Mountain House or The Lake House on Canandaigua
• Budget-ish but still cute: Eastwind Hotel & Bar (Windham) or The Roxbury

Back in NYC, if you ever just need a simple crash pad before hitting the road north again, my no-frills stay at the Belnord Hotel on the Upper West Side did the trick—and kept the travel budget happy for the next mountain run.

Alright, let me explain what actually stood out.

Scribner’s Catskill Lodge, Hunter — The Cozy-Mountain One

I stayed in a Lodge King with a mountain view. Check-in was quick, and the staff handed me a s’mores kit like it was a secret. The pool faces Hunter Mountain, so even a short swim felt grand. Dinner at Prospect was the star—my trout came hot and crisp, and the cider list made me smile.

• What I loved: fire pits, mountain light, and a calm vibe in the morning
• What bugged me: thin walls in my wing; bring earplugs if you’re a light sleeper
• Pro tip: grab a table right by the big windows at sunset—yes, it’s worth asking

Urban Cowboy Lodge, Big Indian — Tubs, Wood, Records

This place feels like a camp for adults. My room had a big copper tub and a little stove. The record player worked, and the knit blankets felt like home. I soaked for so long my fingers pruned. The creek outside was loud in a good way—white noise that knocked me out. And if the Catskills are calling, Condé Nast Traveler’s guide to the best Catskills hotels is another smart resource to browse before you lock in dates.

• Loved: soaking tubs, long hikes right from the door, the bar’s hot toddy
• Bugged: no TVs, patchy cell service, food hours can be short on weeknights
• Note: it’s a trek; the drive in after dark felt spooky but fun

The Maker Hotel, Hudson — Glam Without Trying Too Hard

I booked a standard room and still got velvet, dim lamps, and those cool ceilings. Breakfast at the Café was flaky pastry heaven. The Lounge felt like a movie set, with low chairs and a moody glow. I wore boots that squeaked on the wood floors and felt important for no reason.

• Loved: scent in the halls (soft and warm), strong coffee, details everywhere
• Bugged: prices jump on weekends; lighting runs dark if you like bright rooms
• Sweet touch: the staff remembered my name the second day, which never happens

Foxfire Mountain House, Mount Tremper — Soft Light and Gin

Foxfire is pure charm. Greenhouse bar. Tile floors that click. A pond that looks like a painting. I stayed on a Sunday, and the whole place felt hushed. My gin and tonic had a tiny wild sprig in it, which sounds silly, but it made the drink sing.

• Loved: the greenhouse, soft beds, slow breakfast
• Bugged: sound carries in the old house; weddings can take over on weekends
• Bring: a sweater for late-night walks around the pond

The DeBruce, Livingston Manor — Dinner That Stays With You

This is a food trip with rooms attached, in the best way. My stay came with a set dinner, and I said yes to everything. A brook trout course made me do that small happy sigh at the table. In the morning, I walked the trails by the river and counted three deer.

• Loved: the tasting menu, the quiet, staff who really know the area
• Bugged: fixed meal times, and it’s very calm—great for couples, less for kids
• Tip: book a river-facing room; the light hits the hills just right

Eastwind Hotel & Bar, Windham — Small Cabins, Big Stars

I tried a Lushna cabin (the standard one). It’s tiny, warm, and faces tall grass and sky. I brought a headlamp, which helped after the fire pit. The main building has board games and simple cocktails. It felt like sleepaway camp, but with better sheets.

• Loved: stargazing, friendly staff, easy access to Windham Mountain
• Bugged: some Lushna units use a shared bathhouse; check your room type
• Pack: a cozy hat and your favorite deck of cards

Piaule Catskill, Catskill — Glass Wall, Quiet Heart

I saved for this one. Each cabin faces the woods, with a full glass wall. I woke to soft fog and felt like I was in a still photo. The spa was calm, with a warm pool and a dry sauna. I spoke in a whisper without meaning to.

• Loved: design, the view, silence that sinks in
• Bugged: very pricey; food on-site is refined, not heavy, so plan snacks
• Good to know: rooms are spaced out; bring easy shoes for the boardwalks

Troutbeck, Amenia — Books, Meadow, Firelight

This estate hotel surprised me. I came for the pool and stayed for the library rooms. I read a whole book on a stormy afternoon. Dinner tasted like a farm stand in summer—simple, bright, and clean.

• Loved: service, walking paths, calm pool mornings
• Bugged: can be family-heavy on weekends; brunch gets busy
• Sweet detail: hot tea by the fire shows up fast when you look cold

The Lake House on Canandaigua — Blue Water, Big Smiles

My room faced the lake, and I watched boats twirl in the wind. The Sand Bar had a frozen drink that made me giddy. I tried paddleboarding and fell in. Twice. No one laughed. Or maybe they did, but I was busy in the water.

• Loved: dock life, fire pits, Rose Tavern’s roast chicken
• Bugged: weddings can take over spaces; ask what’s booked that weekend
• Bonus: perfect spot for sunset photos that don’t even need edits

Mohonk Mountain House, New Paltz — Old School in a Grand Way

Yes, it’s classic and a bit formal. But the lake, the cliffs, the miles of trails—wow. I skated in winter under a roof with music and lights. In summer, I did the rock scramble and felt brave for a day.

I even ducked into the fitness center and, miracle of miracles, got a workout in—proof that hitting the hotel gym doesn’t have to be a drag. While I was on that health kick, I recently fell down a research rabbit hole and discovered this deep-dive on the best testosterone boosters you can order on Amazon right now that breaks down formulations, scientific backing, and real-user feedback so you can decide whether a natural supplement could amplify the energy you’re working so hard for.

• Loved: all the activities, porch rocking chairs, meals included
• Bugged: pricey package rates; rooms lean traditional
• Plan: book times for the big stuff, like boating or the spa

The Roxbury, Catskills — Playful, Wild, Pure Fun

This one is silly in the best way. I stayed in a themed room with a starry ceiling. Everything pops with color. It felt like a set from a show, and I was the lead. The staff cheered me on like I’d won a prize for booking it.

• Loved: the whimsy, the value, friendly vibes
• Bugged: rooms vary a lot; look at photos and pick with care
• Family note: kids go wild with joy here—mine did

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So…Which One Should You Book?

• For food and peace: The DeBruce
• For tubs and romance:

Quick outline

• Why I brought my dog, and what we care about
• Three hotels I actually stayed in (what went right, what bugged me)
• Where we walked and found grass, water, and coffee
• Fees, rules, and little surprises
• Who should pick which hotel
• Final take

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Meet my test buddy

I travel with Penny, my 45-pound rescue mutt. She’s sweet. She’s also chatty. If a door clicks, she lets me know. So hotels get a real test with us. We went to Portland, Maine, on a foggy July weekend and stayed at three places that take dogs. I booked, I paid, and I took notes. Simple as that.
If you’re still scanning options, Tripadvisor’s full list of pet-friendly Portland hotels is handy for cross-checking rates and recent reviews.

And yes, I packed extra bags, a chew, and her soft crate. I’ve learned my lesson.
For another property that embraces four-legged guests with style, take a peek at The Hotel Modern to see how some hotels elevate the pet-friendly experience.
Want the spreadsheet-level detail on every Portland hotel I inspected with Penny? I broke it all down here.

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The Press Hotel (Autograph Collection) — artsy, calm, and kind to dogs

This one sits in the Old Port near Tommy’s Park. The theme is old newsroom, so you’ll see typewriters and fun wall art. It sounds fancy, but it felt warm, not stiff.

• Check-in: The front desk smiled at Penny first. They handed me a small treat bag with two biscuits. Nice touch.
• Room: Hardwood floors (love that for dogs) and a big window. Bed was cloud-soft. The AC didn’t roar, so Penny slept hard.
• Dog stuff: No dog bed in the room, but bowls came up fast when I called. Housekeeping asked about our schedule so they wouldn’t knock. That’s rare and so helpful.
• Potty breaks: We used Post Office Park and the little green by City Hall for quick morning breaks. For real exercise, we walked to the Eastern Prom Trail. It’s a straight shot and gorgeous by the water.

What bugged me:

• Late night street noise. Not wild, but the Old Port can hum. Ask for a room away from the elevator stack and higher up. We did, and it helped.

What I paid for pets on that stay:

• My bill showed a one-time pet fee (it was 75 bucks when I went). Fees can change, so ask when you book.

Bottom line: If you want style and quiet floors, this is a strong pick. Penny gave it the slow tail wag. That’s her “yep.”

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Aloft Portland, ME — budget-happy and dog-first vibe

Aloft sits near the waterfront. It’s modern, a bit playful, and not fussy. The lobby felt like a lounge, with people playing cards and sipping something cold.

• Check-in: They handed me an ARF bag (Aloft’s dog kit). It had a toy, a collapsible bowl, and a roll of bags. Penny wore the little bandana like a boss.
• Room: Simple and clean. Platform bed. Space to set up the crate by the window. The mini-fridge kept Penny’s fresh food fine.
• Dog stuff: We bumped into other pups in the elevator, which made Penny happy. The hotel felt like it expected dogs, not just “allowed” them.
• Walks: We did a quick loop on Commercial Street before coffee. Watch those gulls; they will yell at your dog like tiny pirates.

What bugged me:

• Sound traveled a bit. We heard a door slam at 11 p.m., and Penny gave a one-woof review. I turned on the fan for white noise. Problem solved.

What I paid for pets on that stay:

• No pet fee on my date, which is wild in a good way. Double-check when you book; rules change.

Bottom line: If you want easy, central, and dog-forward, Aloft hits the mark. Not plush, but it’s friendly and bright.

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The Westin Portland Harborview — big hotel perks, steady and comfy

This one’s up by Congress Square Park. It’s a classic big hotel with a polished lobby and quick elevators. The staff ran like a tight ship, which I like when I’m juggling a leash and a latte.

• Check-in: Smooth. The front desk asked about Penny’s size and offered a Westin dog bed. It was clean and fluffy. Bowls too.
• Room: Larger than the others. I could roll out my yoga mat and still have space for the crate. The blackout curtains? Chef’s kiss for morning snoozers.
• Walks: Congress Square Park is right there for fast breaks. For longer walks, I took State Street down toward the West End’s shady blocks. Pretty homes, calm streets, and less foot traffic.

What bugged me:

• Valet felt a bit hectic at peak time. I waited ten minutes with Penny doing her “we’re going? we’re staying?” tap dance. I plan around early or late next time.

What I paid for pets on that stay:

• My bill showed a nightly pet fee. Not tiny, not shocking. Call ahead for your dates.

Bottom line: If you like hotel structure (gym, quick service, steady housekeeping) and you want extra space, this one delivers.

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Where we actually walked, ate, and got coffee

• Morning miles: Eastern Promenade Trail to Fort Allen Park. Flat, breezy, and easy to turn around when paws get hot.
• Quick greens: Tommy’s Park and Post Office Park in the Old Port; Congress Square Park by the Westin.
• Coffee: Bard Coffee near Tommy’s Park gave Penny a pat and me a strong Americano. Arabica was another steady stop.
• Food with patio space: The Thirsty Pig has a friendly patio and staff who didn’t flinch at a wagging leash. I kept a mat so Penny had a “place” to chill.

Tip: Keep a collapsible bowl clipped to your bag. Portland has many shops with water bowls outside, but they go empty on hot days.

Craving a bigger road trip? My notebook also covers a handful of refreshingly cool hotels upstate New York that passed the same dog-mom sniff test.

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Fees, rules, and little surprises

• Fees change. I’ve seen one-time fees and nightly fees, and sometimes none. Ask what it covers (extra cleaning, a dog kit, or just the policy).
• Size limits are real at some places. If your dog is a big floof, say the number out loud when you book. Saves drama at check-in.
• Housekeeping: Hang the “do not disturb” or ask the front desk to flag your room as “pet inside.” You don’t want a surprise knock. Penny will testify.
• Elevators: If your dog is door-reactive, ask for a room at the end of the hall and wait for an empty elevator when you can.
• Crates: Hotels like them. I use a soft crate. It helps Penny settle, and it’s polite if I step out for five minutes.

I also like to skim BringFido’s Portland lodging page to see each hotel’s latest fee and weight limits before I click “reserve.”

If city sidewalks are more your speed than seaside strolls, see how Penny and I fared at the Belnord Hotel on Manhattan’s Upper West Side—a no-frills spot that still kept the bowls full.

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Who should pick what?

• You want style and quiet floors: The Press Hotel.
• You want a friendly price and easygoing staff: Aloft Portland.
• You want space, a gym, and big-hotel rhythm: The Westin Portland Harborview.

Honestly, you can’t go wrong if you plan your walks and bring your own basics.

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Tiny gear list that saved me

• Soft crate and a thin travel mat
• Two rolls of bags (you’ll need them)
• Collapsible bowl and a spare leash
• A high-value chew for elevator waits
• Small towel for wet paws (Maine fog is no joke)

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Solo travelers with pups sometimes look for a little human company after the evening dog walk. If you’re curious about meeting other adults while your four-legged sidekick snoozes, a quick scroll through InstaFuck can line up a spontaneous, no-strings meetup in whatever city you’re exploring, offering an easy filter by location and availability so you can be back in time for the next potty break.

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Final take

Portland is great with dogs. People say hi. Patios make room. Parks are close. Each hotel had a different feel, but all three treated Penny like part of the booking, not a problem to solve. That matters.

If you want my single pick? The Press Hotel for calm nights and pretty rooms, Aloft for wallet-happy stays, and

You know what? I thought a private pool would change how I travel. It kind of did. I’ve tried a few places now, and I’ve learned what’s dreamy and what’s not-so-cute once you’re actually in the water with pruney fingers. If you want the unfiltered scoop from my very first stay–including every pro, con, and wrinkle–I laid it all out right here.

I’ll start with the one that felt like a secret treehouse.

Nayara Springs, Costa Rica — A Hot Spring in My Backyard

I stayed at Nayara Springs, near Arenal Volcano. Each villa has its own hot spring pool. Not a tub. A full pool. Warm, silky water flows all day, and it smells clean, not like chlorine. I walked out of the bedroom, set my coffee on the ledge, and slid right in while toucans called above me. I know that sounds like a travel ad, but it happened.

• The pool was big enough for a float.
• Plants were thick, so it felt private.
• The water stayed warm, even at night.

Was it perfect? Almost. A couple real things:

• The path above the villa is raised. If someone walks by and looks down, they could peek a bit. Not a lot. But I noticed.
• Mosquitoes at dusk were feisty. My travel buddy fired up a Thermacell, and it helped. Bug spray did too.
• The first night, the pool light didn’t work. Maintenance came the next morning and fixed it fast.
• Leaves fell in the water after a storm. I didn’t mind skimming them, but still.

Food came to the deck fast. I ate ceviche in the pool like a queen who can’t be bothered with chairs. Wi-Fi was decent, but it dropped once when I streamed a show outside. Not a huge deal; I just read on my Kindle instead.

Price-wise, it wasn’t cheap. My nights ran high (think special-occasion level). Breakfast was included and very good. If you want a warm, private soak without sharing space, this place nails it. If you want ocean views, you won’t get them here—just jungle and volcano mist. Honestly, I liked that better.

Quick Hits From Two Other Stays

I’ve also tried two different vibes, because private pool rooms aren’t all the same.

H2O Suites, Key West, Florida

Adult-only. My suite had a walled patio with a small plunge pool. It looked sleek and cool—great for a quick dip after walking Duval Street. But the water ran more “refreshing” than warm. I heard some street noise at night, not wild, but it’s Key West, so yeah. Great for couples who want nightlife and privacy. Not great if you want silent nights or an all-day lounge-by-the-pool plan.

Banyan Tree Mayakoba, Mexico

My Serenity Pool Villa had a big garden and a long private pool. Bikes came with the villa, and we rode to the beach for tacos, then came back to float. Iguanas visited the wall. Cute, unless you fear lizards. The pool wasn’t heated, so mornings felt brisk, but afternoons were perfect. Bring bug wipes. Jungle life is beautiful and bite-y.

If bouncing between sun-splashed coasts sounds good, I also slept my way across Split and picked six hotels that blew me away.

If you’re curious about even more escapes with private plunge pools, the curated round-ups at The Hotel Modern are a great place to start planning.

Who This Works For (And Who Might Hate It)

Before you swear off winter, know that there are some outrageously cool stays in the Northeast too—these Upstate New York hotels have fire pits, leafy views, and a vibe that trades palm trees for pine.

• Great for: couples, honeymooners, introverts, anyone who wants to swim before breakfast with bed hair. Also families who need nap time and still want water fun.
• Maybe not for: people who want a massive lap pool, big social energy, or ocean waves every second.

If the idea of a private pool already has you picturing a steamy getaway and you’d like to add a bit of spontaneous adult fun into the mix, swing by FuckLocal’s “Fuck Me” page to meet open-minded locals who are down for a discreet, no-strings rendezvous—perfect for turning that secluded plunge into an unforgettable memory.

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What I’d Bring Next Time

• A small Bluetooth speaker (kept quiet, because neighbors).
• Quick-dry swimsuits (two, so you’re not putting on a cold one).
• Thermacell or bug spray, especially for jungle stays.
• A paperback or Kindle for nights when Wi-Fi drifts.
• Reef-safe sunscreen and a hat. My favorite is Supergoop Unseen for face.

Little Things That Surprised Me

• Tiles can get slick. I nearly did a cartoon slide on wet steps at one spot.
• Room service tastes better when you eat it in a robe by the pool. I don’t make the rules.
• Leaves will fall in. It’s nature, not a showroom.

My Takeaway

A private pool changed how I relax. I swam at sunrise. I soaked after rain. I ate dessert in the water and didn’t share. Was everything flawless? No. But the alone time felt rare and special.

If you want warm and wild (in a quiet way), go Nayara Springs. If you want nightlife with a dip, try H2O Suites. If you want space and calm with a long swim, Banyan Tree Mayakoba hits a sweet spot.

I’d rate the private pool life a strong 4.5 out of 5. The missing half-star? Bugs and the odd noise or glitch. Still worth it.

Would I book another hotel with a private pool? In a heartbeat. I’m already eyeing Nayara Springs again for the rain. Something about hot water and thunder makes me soft and happy.

—Kayla Sox