Colorado Springs' BEST Satellite Hotel: Unbeatable Views & Prices!
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your average hotel review – this is a full-blown, honest-to-goodness Colorado Springs hotel experience critique. And we're talking about Colorado Springs' BEST Satellite Hotel: Unbeatable Views & Prices! (Yeah, that’s the name, folks. Catchy, right?). Let's dive in, messy-style!
First off, let’s get the nitty gritty out of the way: Accessibility. This is HUGE for me. My grandma uses a walker, so this is a deal-breaker. And honestly, this hotel gets a thumbs up. They have an elevator which is a lifesaver. Facilities for disabled guests? Yep, they've got them. I didn't get a chance to see the accessible rooms personally, but it's listed, and knowing they even have them gives me a good feeling. I’m going to assume things like ramp entrances and wider doorways are included, because let’s be real, in 2024, that's just good business. This is a HUGE point for me, because I have to consider this any place I consider staying.
Now, let’s talk about what really matters: the Views! (Did I mention the name is "Unbeatable Views"?). Okay, so I have to be honest, I went during a bit of a cloudy spell. But even with the clouds, the majesty of the Rockies peeking through was BREATH-TAKING. The hotel is seriously perched up there. I’d say it's one of the BEST view in Colorado Spring, I mean the hotel's very name says it. This isn't just a hotel; it's a photographer's dream, a romantic escape, a place to just… breathe.
Cleanliness and Safety - A LOT!: Okay, here’s where I went from "mildly impressed" to "holy WOW." They’ve got this whole thing down pat. They had Hand sanitizer everywhere. Anti-viral cleaning products? Check. Daily disinfection in common areas? You betcha. And the big one for me: Rooms sanitized between stays. I peeked at the room while they were cleaning it (don't judge me, I'm curious!), and it was impressive to see them do it right: The staff were clearly well-trained in safety protocol. And they’re doing it right, with the Professional-grade sanitizing services, and more. I'm not going to lie; I'm a germaphobe, and I felt genuinely safe. They had Individualized-wrapped food options: Brilliant! They took Cashless payment service. Yes! With all the hygiene certification. If you take health seriously, this is great. I love this so much.
Dining, drinking, and snacking: Okay, this is where things got…interesting. They have restaurants. Yes! Restaurants plural! I wasn’t expecting that! There is a Buffet in restaurant, and a Breakfast takeaway service, although I’m not sure if it's worth it, I would rather in the restaurant or in my room. Alternative meal arrangement, seems good. I need a Snack bar, and the Poolside bar seems delicious, I always love a good pool and drinks. They also have Room service [24-hour]. I wish the Happy hour was more lively, I mean at least I got drinks and drinks are drinks.
Internet, Internet, Internet!: Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! This is essential these days. I mean, duh, right? I even tested the speed. Fast enough to stream cat videos, which is all I really need. They have even have Wi-Fi for special events, this is great! And Internet access – LAN. I mean, come on! They’ve got you covered in pretty much any way you could need to get online.
Services and Conveniences: I am going to be honest with you; I didn’t need much. But the fact that they have all these listed, gives me confidence. I will surely try the Daily housekeeping. Cash withdrawal, Convenience store, Concierge. Dry cleaning, they’ve got Laundry service. This is a full-service hotel.
Things to do, ways to relax – The Spa!: Alright, this is the juicy part. They had a Spa/sauna. I thought, "Oh, alright, a sauna. Yawn." But then I walked in, and… whoa. The Pool with view was the cherry on the cake. They have a Sauna, Steamroom, and Massage. They also offer Body scrub and Body wrap. I spent a good chunk of an afternoon just chilling, and it was pure bliss. Seriously, that view from the pool? Unbeatable. I mean, the hotel's name is on point!
For the KIds: I don't have any kids, but having Family/child friendly is important. They had a Babysitting service! I'd imagine this is useful for the travelers.
Available in all rooms & Misc. Stuff: The basics were there: Air conditioning, Alarm clock, Bathrobes, Coffee/tea maker. The little touches made the difference. Having a Window that opens is a small thing, but essential when you, like me, need fresh air.
Quirks/Imperfects – Let's Get Real: Okay, here’s where I get REAL. There were a few bumps. The elevator was a little slow at times. And the coffee shop was a bit…understaffed once. I saw a staff member cleaning and I was impressed but also felt bad for them. But honestly, these are minor quibbles. And I am just being nit-picky.
A Call for you to book, now!
Alright, here’s the deal. I was looking for an amazing hotel with great views, a good spa, and a safe place to lay my head, and this hotel delivered. They had, Rooms Sanitized between stays which is amazing. From the moment I checked in, I felt right at home.
BOOK NOW! This hotel.
Why? You’ll thank yourself and don't forget to tell them I sent you.
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your grandma's meticulously planned itinerary. This is… my trip to the Satellite Hotel in Colorado Springs. And honestly? I'm already a little frazzled. Let's just dive in, shall we?
Day 1: Arrival and… Well, Let's See What Happens.
- 1:00 PM: Arrive at Colorado Springs Airport (COS). Okay, so far, so good. Smooth landing, thankfully. My stomach is already doing that pre-travel flip-flop. It’s a mix of excitement and the nagging suspicion I forgot something crucial – like, you know, deodorant. (Don't judge, it can happen after a red-eye.)
- 1:30 PM - 2:30 PM: Uber to the Satellite Hotel. Driving through the town! It's… well, it's Colorado Springs. Kind of sprawling. The driver, bless his heart, kept trying to make small talk about the Air Force Academy. I just nodded and smiled while trying to mentally calculate how many hours it would take me to unpack.
- 2:30 PM - 3:00 PM: Check-in. The lobby? A blast from the past! Retro-chic, I think they call it? Lots of burnt orange and questionable artwork. The lady at the front desk smiled, maybe a little too brightly. Maybe those smiles are fake. I got my key, "Enjoy your stay!" she said. But did she really mean it? Time will tell.
- 3:00 PM - 4:00 PM: Unpack… or, attempt to. My suitcase exploded the second I unzipped it. It's a glorious chaos of clothes, chargers, and a rogue bag of gummy bears. I swear, I packed three pairs of jeans I'll never wear. Why do I do this to myself? Found the deodorant, by the way. Crisis averted.
- 4:00 PM - 6:00 PM: "Explore" the hotel. Wandering aimlessly, feeling slightly like a bewildered tourist in my own… temporary home. Hit the vending machine. The selection was tragic, but the vending machine lights are so bright, it gives the room an ambience! I see two outdoor pools, one closed, one open but the water looks freezing, and three rooms that are locked rooms, I take a peak from the glass, and they are closed.
Day 2: Garden of the Gods and Existential Dread (Mostly)
- 8:00 AM: Wake up… maybe. That bed? Surprisingly comfortable. Which is good, because I'm still jet-lagged and pretty much running on fumes. Hit the bathroom. The water pressure? Questionable. The shower curtain? A relic from the 70s. But hey, character!
- 9:00 AM - 10:00 AM: Breakfast! At the hotel. I ate a waffle in the coffee room. It tasted like sadness. Seriously bland. Needed a whole lot of syrup to find any joy.
- 10:00 AM - 1:00 PM: Garden of the Gods. This was the main plan today. The photos online were breath-taking. I got my camera ready! Well, I drove there, and oh my god. The place is… stunning. Absolutely breathtaking. The red rocks looming against the bright blue sky? Unreal. I spent an hour just wandering around, trying to soak it all in. Took a million photos (most of which will probably get deleted later). But then, I started to feel… small. In a good way, and a bad way. Like, what's my purpose on this giant, beautiful rock? Cue existential crisis. I found a quiet spot, sat on a rock (probably illegal), and just stared. Realized I need therapy, but now is not the right time.
- 1:00 PM - 2:00 PM: Lunch. Found a tiny diner near Garden of the Gods. Greasy spoon perfection. Ate a massive burger and fries and tried to pretend I hadn't just questioned my entire existence. Still feeling the wonder of the rocks.
- 2:00 PM - 5:00 PM: Back to the hotel. Honestly, I crashed. Hard. Slept for a solid two hours. Woke up feeling a little more human. The existential dread receded, thank goodness!
- 5:00 PM - 7:00 PM: Swimming pool! Went back to one of the hotel pools, and it was freezing! So I went back to my room to plan instead.
Day 3: More Questions than Answers (and Pizza)
- 9:00 AM: Slept in! Woo-hoo. Showering once again. The character is starting to wear on me. The water pressure is still barely there.
- 10:00 AM - 11:00 AM: Breakfast again. Okay, I learned my lesson from yesterday. I ordered a coffee, it was fine. Nothing to write home about.
- 11:00 AM - 1:00 PM: Attempt to visit a military museum. Closed on Mondays. Sigh. Guess I'm not cut out for this independent traveler life!
- 1:00 PM - 2:00 PM: Lunch. Pizza time. Ordered a giant pizza to eat in my room, alone, contemplating life.
- 2:00 PM - 4:00 PM: Walk around some shops. Buying stuff I didn't need, but I kind of liked. Felt good.
- 4:00 PM - 6:00 PM: Head back to the hotel. Feeling pretty tired.
- 6:00 PM - 7:00 PM: The bathroom. This time, I'm armed with a notepad and pen to make detailed observations. The water pressure on the right side of the tap is slightly better. The shower curtain still looks like something my grandma would have. But hey! It's clean-ish.
Day 4: Departure and lingering questions.
- 7:00 AM: I'm ready to go. Pack everything up.
- 8:00 AM: Check out. The bright-eyed lady from the front desk smiled at me again. I kind of want to know her story.
- 8:30 AM: Uber to the airport.
- 10:30 AM: Flight
- 1:00 PM: Land back home.
So, yeah. That's the abridged version. Colorado Springs was… an experience. It was beautiful, it was weird, and it made me think WAY too much. Satellite Hotel? It had its quirks. But I'm not sure if this was a success or a failure. Maybe both? Anyway, time to unpack… again. And probably find a good therapist. Wish me luck!
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Okay, So, What *IS* This Whole "Life Stuff" Thing Anyway? I'm Still Figuring It Out...
Hah! If anyone *actually* had a definitive answer to THAT question, they'd be swimming in gold doubloons and probably living on a private island with a talking parrot. My take? It's a chaotic buffet. You get a little bit of everything, sometimes all at once. Sometimes you're starving and everything’s bland, other times you’re stuffed to the gills on a Michelin star experience that leaves you a little nauseous. It's relationships, rent, existential dread, questionable fashion choices… the whole shebang. And honestly? I'm not sure *any* of us ever fully "figure it out." We're just winging it with varying degrees of success.
But Seriously, How Do You DEAL with the Dread? The Existential Stuff, Y'Know?
Oh, the dread. My constant companion. Here's my incredibly unhelpful, completely subjective, and probably ethically questionable answer: First, I acknowledge it. Ignoring it is like trying to hold in a sneeze – it'll come out eventually, and it’ll be messy. Then? I *try* to find something to distract me. A good book (sci-fi to really escape reality), a terrible reality TV show (guilty!), or, when all else fails, chocolate. Dark chocolate, at least 70% cacao. It's the only thing that sometimes silences the tiny, judgmental voice in my head telling me I'm failing at life. The trick? Don’t overdo the chocolate. Learned that one the hard way. Found myself in a sugar-induced coma staring at the ceiling one afternoon. Not my finest moment. It's all about the balance, the beautiful, terrible, infuriating balance.
Relationships. Ugh. How Do You Even *SURVIVE* Those? (Romantic, Platonic, All of 'Em...)
Relationships… *deep sigh*. They're like houseplants. Some thrive on neglect, others demand constant attention, and the rest? They actively try to kill you (figuratively, hopefully). My best advice? Communication. (Rolls eyes dramatically). I *know*, it sounds cliché, but it's true. The more you talk (or, in my case, rant into a pillow) the better. Also, pick your battles. Not every disagreement warrants a nuclear war. And learn to apologize, genuinely. Even when you *think* you're right (which, let's be honest, is most of the time).
I had a friend… okay, *have* a friend. Let's call her Karen. Karen and her partner, Mark. Karen and Mark were a disaster. Constant arguments, passive-aggressive notes, you name it. I’m talking full-on drama. One day, Karen came over, sobbing. Turns out, Mark had "accidentally" thrown away her favorite mug. (a hideous, cat-shaped mug, I might add, but nonetheless… It was sentimental). I wanted to laugh, I really did. But I just handed her a tissue and a glass of wine. Sometimes, you just gotta let people be dramatic. It's a skill.
Work! The Bane of My Existence. Any Tips on Not Completely Losing Your Mind?
Oh, work. That four-letter word that pays the bills and sucks the life out of you, one spreadsheet at a time. My advice? Find something you don’t *hate*. That’s the key. Love? Forget about it. Pure fantasy. But if you can find a job where you don't actively want to set fire to your desk, you're winning.
I once took a job at a call center (don't judge). It was… an experience. I lasted three weeks. The sheer volume of people screaming into the phone was enough to send me into orbit. But one day, a little old lady called. She was so sweet. She had a problem with her phone bill and was genuinely frightened. I stayed on the phone with her for forty minutes, helping her navigate the system. When she finally figured it out, she thanked me and said I had made her day. And you know what? It actually made my day too. It was the only good moment of the whole experience. After that, I quit. But hey, at least I had one genuine connection.
Finances! How Do You Deal With the Constant Anxiety of Not Having Enough Money?
Ah, money. The root of all… *checks notes*… *some* evil. Okay, maybe not ALL evil, but definitely the cause of a LOT of stress. Here's the brutal truth: I'm terrible with money. Absolutely atrocious. Budgeting is a forbidden word in my vocabulary. I live by the "if you have it, spend it" philosophy. It’s a terrible philosophy. However, I'm slowly learning. (Very slowly). I've started… *coughs*… using a budgeting app. And I try to cook at home more (read: I haven't ordered takeout for a week. My record!). So my advice? Don't be like me. Learn to budget. Or marry someone who's good at it. Both are good options. (I'm working on the second one.)
Self-Care! Everyone Talks About It, But How Do You ACTUALLY Do It?
Self-care feels like another chore sometimes, doesn't it? Like, "Okay, I have to add 'relax' to my already overflowing to-do list." I used to think it had to be elaborate. Spa days, yoga retreats, all that jazz. (I've always looked silly in yoga pants, anyway). Honestly, the best self-care is often the simple stuff. A long, hot shower. A good book. A walk in nature (even if it's just around the block). A phone call with a friend. Avoiding social media for an hour is a big win, in my book.
I had a tough week a few months ago. Everything was falling apart. Work was a nightmare, my apartment had a leak, my car broke down… it was a whole thing. I found myself curled up on the couch, staring at the ceiling. Just frozen. I felt completely overwhelmed. I eventually dragged myself to the bathroom, ran the hottest bath I could handle, and threw in a bath bomb that smelled like lavender (I think, I don't remember, it was a blur after that). Sat in the tub, and I think I might have cried? I don't know. But afterwards, I crawled into bed with a cup of tea and a terrible rom-com. And you know what? I felt a tiny bit better. It wasn't a cure-all, no. But it was enough to get me through the night. Baby steps.
What About the Future? Am I Screwed?
Probably. Okay, just kidding (kind of). The future is terrifying and wonderful simultaneously. No oneStay And Relax
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