Escape to Iowa: Unbelievable Ankeny/Des Moines La Quinta Getaway!
Alright, let's dive headfirst into reviewing this hotel. Forget the perfectly polished brochures – we're doing the real deal, warts and all. This is for you, the discerning traveler who actually reads reviews, the one who wants the juicy bits, the stuff they don't tell you.
(SEO Note: I'll try to pepper in some keywords throughout this rambling, but honestly, this is more about the story. So, let's be honest, finding a comfortable hotel with Wi-Fi and accessible amenities can be a pain!)
The Basics (and Where It Gets Interesting…)
First things first: Accessibility. Keyword Alert! I’m a stickler for this. Let’s be real, a beautiful hotel is useless if you can't get to it.
- Wheelchair Accessible? Hopefully. They say facilities for disabled guests are there, which gives me a little hope. Gotta check the details, like do they have ramps everywhere. I'm very concerned when it comes to elevators and the like, or a simple ramp, because that determines the quality.
- Elevator? They got one, thank goodness. A big plus for anyone with mobility issues or, frankly, anyone who doesn't want to lug their suitcase up five flights of stairs.
- Facilities for Disabled Guests: Crucial. Details, details, details! I’m talking grab bars, accessible bathrooms, you know the drill. Need more information.
Rooms & Amenities: The Good, the Bad, and the “Wait, WHAT?”
- Wi-Fi: FREE! In all rooms! Praise the travel gods! Honestly, a hotel that doesn't offer free Wi-Fi should be ashamed of itself. The faster, the better. (More SEO: Wi-Fi is important - you need to be connected!) That said, it also offers Internet [LAN], which is pretty old-school, but hey, options are cool.
- Room Vibes: They mention a lot of the basics: air conditioning, alarm clocks, bathrobes (always a win!), and even a mini bar. Interconnecting rooms are available (great for families!) and a nice touch is the window that opens.
- Things I LOVE: Slippers! Seriously, a small touch that makes a huge difference. Also, a laptop workspace is essential with on-demand Movies!
- The “Meh” Moments: Carpeting? Depends on the quality. I’m a hardwood floor kind of girl, personally.
- Non-Smoking Rooms: Yes! Good. Nobody wants to sleep in a room that reeks of stale cigarette smoke.
- For the kids: They got babysitting and kids meal which is great.
- Safety/Security: Safe box in the room is good. But…CCTV? Do they have it in the hallway? Common areas? Outside the property? This is important, so a little more clarity here would be nice.
Food, Glorious Food (and the Potential for Disaster)
This is where things get interesting. Hotel food can be amazing… or a total train wreck.
- Restaurants: Multiple locations. I'd love to see all of the options on the menu. Western and Asian cuisines are mentioned, which is a plus for variety.
- Breakfast: Breakfast in the room, breakfast buffet, breakfast takeaway service? YES, YES, and YES! I love options. Asian and Western breakfast could be perfect.
- Drinks: Poolside bar, snack bar, bar? Great for a relaxed evening. I'm always up for a happy hour.
- Overall: Lots of options, but I need details. What’s the quality like? Is the coffee decent? (Vital question.)
Relaxation & Rejuvenation: Spa Talk!
- Spa/Sauna, Steamroom, Swimming Pool, Pool with a view: Now we’re talking! This is the kind of place where I want to unwind.
- Massage, Body Scrub, Body Wrap: All the spa essentials!
- Fitness Center: Yes, I want to work out. Gotta counteract all those delicious meals and drinks!
Cleanliness & Safety: The Post-Pandemic Reality
Okay, let's talk about the elephant in the room (or, you know, the invisible virus).
- Safety First: The hotel seems to be on top of things with anti-viral cleaning products, daily disinfection, hand sanitizer, and staff trained in safety protocols. Physical distancing is mentioned.
- Rooms Sanitized: Between stays, which is essential. Room sanitization opt-out is a nice touch.
- Cashless payment? Excellent!
- Food Safety: Individually-wrapped food options, safe dining setup, sanitized kitchen and tableware. All the right boxes are being checked, which inspires confidence.
Services and Conveniences: The Little Extras
- Daily housekeeping, concierge, dry cleaning, laundry service: Convenient!
- Food delivery? Perfect for late-night cravings.
- Business Facilities: Projector, meeting rooms. But are there good coffee machines? That's always an important question.
The Unspoken Truths (aka My Gut Feelings…)
Ok, here’s where I go off script. Based on what I've seen, I'm getting a vibe. A pretty good vibe.
- My big concern: What about the little things? Are the staff friendly? Is there a real sense of service? Because a hotel can be beautiful, but it’s the people who make the experience.
- My hopes: That the spa is actually up to snuff, and the pool is as gorgeous as it looks.
- My overall feeling: This hotel clearly tries to create an inviting place to stay.
The Killer Offer (Because You, My Friend, Deserve It)
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- A complimentary upgrade to a room with a view,
- A free bottle of champagne upon arrival,
- And a late checkout to maximize your relaxation!
Why? Because you deserve it. And because, honestly, after reading this review, you've earned it! This hotel seems to be trying, if not succeeding, so book it while it's still a deal! (And let me know what you think!)
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Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because this ain't your grandma's meticulously planned trip to Ankeny, Iowa. This is my trip, and frankly, it's already starting to feel a little… well, like me. Rambling, a touch chaotic, and fueled by questionable caffeine choices. We're talking a stay at the La Quinta Inn & Suites in Ankeny, Iowa, close enough to Des Moines to, you know, attempt to be cultured. Here's the, ahem, outline – more like a suggestion, really – of how this delightful disaster is going to unfold:
Day 1: Arrival, Panic, and the Quest for a Decent Coffee
- 1:00 PM (ish): Arrive at Des Moines International Airport (DSM). Okay, confession time: I have this weird thing where I never seem to know exactly where baggage claim is. I spent a solid 10 minutes wandering around, convinced I'd somehow missed a connecting flight to Mars or something. Finally found it. Success! Now, to find the rental car. Pray for me, because I’m pretty sure I'll get the car with the biggest engine.
- 2:00 PM: Drive to La Quinta Inn & Suites, Ankeny. (Google Maps says it's about a 20-minute drive, which means, realistically, it'll take me at least 30, what with my general directionally challenged state.) I'm already anticipating the check-in line. Always a gamble, that. Will the front desk person be delightfully chipper? Drowning in paperwork? Or, God forbid, under staffed? Fingers crossed for chipper.
- 2:30 PM - 3:00 PM: Check-in, dump luggage. This is the crucial moment. Room key? Functional elevator? Cleanliness? I'll be judging hardcore. I need a clean room after that airline experience.
- 3:00 PM - 4:00 PM: The Coffee Catastrophe. Okay, so, this is my daily ritual. The first coffee of the day. I require it. Hotel coffee is, generally, a gamble. I need to find decent coffee in Ankeny. Yelp reviews, here I come! I’m thinking I’ll need to find a local place, maybe a cute little coffee shop. I'll probably end up with something I don't like, but it's all part of the adventure, right? Right?
- 4:00 PM - 6:00 PM: Unpack, wander around the hotel a little. I'll explore the amenities. Maybe the pool? I can't resist it. It's a pool.
- 6:00 PM - 7:00 PM: Dinner. Find a good place to eat. Preferably somewhere with comfort food. Maybe I'll keep searching online. The search for food will be a long one.
- 7:00 PM onwards: Collapse on the bed, watch bad TV, and feel immensely glad to be horizontal. Early night. Gotta be fresh for the Des Moines adventure tomorrow.
Day 2: Des Moines Delights (and Maybe Disasters)
- 8:00 AM - 9:00 AM: Coffee, round two. Hopefully, I've found a decent coffee shop by now. If not, I may need therapy. It's that serious.
- 9:00 AM - 10:00 AM: Drive to Des Moines.
- 10:00 AM - 12:00 PM: Visit the Des Moines Art Center. I'm not a huge art person, but hey, gotta pretend to be cultured. I'm expecting to wander around looking confused, but secretly hoping for something that actually moves me (emotionally, not literally). I'm thinking abstract art, and I fear the worst. I'll probably end up spending most of my time giggling at pretentious descriptions.
- 12:00 PM - 1:00 PM: Lunch. Ideally, something delicious and not too expensive. I'm terrible at making decisions, so this could take a while. Hopefully, I find a great cafe, but I'm also prepared for fast food.
- 1:00 PM - 3:00 PM: Adventure time! Consider the Blank Park Zoo. This place looks fun, full of animals. It could be a disaster waiting to happen, with me, I could trip and fall.
- 3:00 PM - 5:00 PM: Downtown exploration! Visit the State Capitol Building, see what it's all about.
- 5:00 PM: Get back to Ankeny.
- 6:00 PM: Dinner at a local restaurant. Try the local cuisine.
- 7:00 PM onwards: Bed, Netflix, and the sweet, sweet relief of being off my feet.
Day 3: Farewell, Iowa (and a Possible Crisis)
- 8:00 AM - 9:00 AM: Repeat coffee ritual. Pray it goes well.
- 9:00 AM: Check out. Cross fingers that the check-out process is swifter than the check-in.
- 9:00 AM - 10:00 AM: Last-minute souvenir shopping. Gotta get something for the office.
- 10:00 AM - 11:00 AM: Drive back to Des Moines Airport. I'm betting the car rental return will be a whole thing. I'm already picturing the "But, sir, there's a scratch…" conversation.
- 11:00 AM: Go to the airport.
- 11:00 AM- 12:00 PM: Get through security because I have a flight to catch.
- 12:00 PM: Board the plane, and just, breathe. Iowa, it's been… an experience.
The Imperfections, the Quirks, and the Utterly Human Bits:
- The Overpacking Problem: I am guaranteed to overpack. Guaranteed. I will bring things I absolutely will not need. And probably forget the thing I do need.
- The Social Awkwardness: I'm not fantastic at making small talk, so anyone who tries to engage me in a conversation will likely get a deer-in-the-headlights stare. Sorry in advance.
- The Food Fiascos: I'm a notoriously messy eater. Spills, dribbles, and general food-related messes are practically guaranteed.
- The Emotional Rollercoaster: I'm a worrier. Everything is going to be either the best thing ever or a complete and utter disaster. There's no in-between.
- The Bed-Making Betrayal: I intend to make my bed every day. I also intend to actually write this itinerary properly. The results will be… variable.
So there you have it. My incredibly messy, highly subjective, and probably slightly inaccurate guide to a trip to Ankeny, Iowa. Wish me luck. I'm going to need it. And if you see a person wandering around looking bewildered and clutching a large coffee, that's probably me. Don't be afraid to say hello (unless I look like I'm about to have a panic attack, in which case, maybe just let me be). Wish me luck. Wish us all luck!
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"So, what *is* this whole 'life' thing anyway? Like, seriously, explain it to me like I'm five... or maybe perpetually confused?"
Alright, alright, settle down. Imagine you're a squiggly little caterpillar, right? Super excited to munch on leaves. Then BAM! You turn into a… well, a something else. A butterfly. Or maybe a grumpy moth. It’s all about the journey, not just the destination. And the journey is... well, it's a rollercoaster of barf. Sometimes literal barf. (Don't ask.) Mostly metaphorical, though that still counts when you are having a massive panic attack about your choices. It's like a really long, complicated game of hide-and-seek where you're hiding from yourself. And occasionally, you find a unicorn. (Okay, I’m lying about the unicorn. But HOPEFULLY.)
"Okay... that was... existential. How do I, like, *deal* with the fact that someday I'll turn back into dust? Asking for a friend... who is also me."
Oh, honey, welcome to the club. We've all been there. The 'existential dread' club. We meet… in our heads. Look, death? Sucks. Plain and simple. I had a *meltdown* about this last week. Full-on sobbing, convinced my cat was going to outlive me and judge my awful dating choices. Then I had a slice of cake, and the world felt… a little less awful. (Cake. Always cake. Or pizza. Or really anything edible that will make you feel less insane.) The point is, embrace the chaos! Try to be kind. Eat the cake. And maybe, just *maybe*, focus on making today… bearable. Don’t try to conquer the whole mortality thing at once. Baby steps.
"Should I quit my job and become a llama farmer? (Hypothetically, of course... unless...)"
Right, this is the big one. I've been there. I considered opening a dog grooming shop once, just because I *really* like dogs. But there were two problems: I'm mildly allergic to dogs, and I have the coordination of a drunk octopus. So, no dice. But... llama farming? That's a *vibe*. (Assuming you aren't allergic, and your coordination isn't *completely* abysmal.) Seriously, ask yourself: What brings you *joy*? What makes you want to leap out of bed in the morning, even if it’s just to feed a bunch of fluffy, judgmental llamas? If the answer is llama farming, and you've done your research (essential!), *go for it.* Just... maybe don't quit your current job *before* you've at least visited a llama farm.
"What's the deal with relationships? So many rules! So much drama! Help!"
Rule one: There are *no* rules. Seriously. Relationships are like elaborate, sometimes hilarious, always slightly terrifying, improv comedy shows. Sometimes, they're a total disaster, and you leave with a bruised ego and a half-eaten pizza. Other times… they're magnificent. (And also involve pizza.) Communication is key, even when you *really* don't want to. And remember, everyone messes up. Everyone. I once… well, I once accidentally texted my ex while trying to text my best friend about how much I hated him. Mortifying. But after a good cry, a ton of chocolate, and several rounds of therapy, I survived. The best advice? Find someone who makes you laugh, who understands you, even your most ridiculous, flawed self. And maybe, just maybe, who also likes pizza.
"How do I deal with failure? Because, let's be honest, I fail. A lot."
Oh, buddy, failure is my *specialty*. I'm practically a PhD candidate in it. Last week, I tried to bake a cake. It looked like something that crawled out of a swamp and wanted to kill me. (I didn't even *try* to save it, to be honest.) Dealing with failure is like… well, imagine you're trying to walk through a blizzard. First, you stumble. You fall. Then, you *swear*. A lot. Then you get back up, adjust your hat, maybe grab a hot beverage, and try again. The important part? Learn from the experience. (Maybe buy a box cake mix instead.) Be kind to yourself. Failure doesn’t define you. It’s just… a thing that happened. Dust yourself off, and go again. Unless the blizzard is a metaphorical blizzard of, like, really bad choices. Then maybe reassess.
"Is it okay to just… be average?"
YES! A resounding YES! The pressure to be "extraordinary" is exhausting and, frankly, ridiculous. Look, not everyone is going to cure cancer or climb Mount Everest (thank goodness!), and that's perfectly fine. Average is good. Average means you're surviving, you're contributing, you're *living*. I, for one, am perfectly happy to be mediocre at most things. I’m not winning any awards for tidiness, or for my ability to navigate the internet without accidentally clicking a link that leads to a pop-up ad. But I'm alive, and I'm trying. That's all that matters. And sometimes, average is *amazing*. Especially when it involves eating a whole bag of chips while binge-watching bad reality TV. (Don't judge me.)
"What if I feel... lost? Like I don't know what I'm doing with my life, or where I'm going?"
Oh, sweet summer child, welcome to the majority! Feeling lost is… practically a universal experience. It's like that time I got lost in a grocery store holding a frozen pizza, and I didn't know where I was. I wandered from aisle to aisle, feeling completely disoriented, wondering why I was there. The feeling went on for about twenty minutes. So, what do you do? Well, you take a deep breath. You acknowledge that you're lost. Then, you start exploring. Try new things. Talk to new people. Go down that weird rabbit hole of a hobby you've always been curious about. Trust me, your path isn't always a straight line. It's more like a winding, confusing, occasionally very exciting, path. You might find that you are really good at something. Or you might find something you really love. Or you might just find yourself still lost, but with a clearer idea of what you *don't* want. The important part is to keep moving. Even if it’s a wHotel Search Tips
