Globe, AZ's Hidden Gem: Days Inn Review & Booking!
Okay, Buckle Up, Buttercups! My Honest (and Unfiltered) Take on Globe, AZ's Days Inn: The Hidden Gem…Or Is It? (Plus, How to Book!)
Alright, folks, let’s get real. Globe, Arizona. Population… well, let's just say it's not exactly a bustling metropolis. But it's got this thing. This dusty, rugged charm. And sometimes, you just need to be there. Maybe you're exploring the historic downtown, maybe you're hitting the trails, maybe you're just escaping the city for a breath of that Arizona air. And guess what? You need a place to crash. Enter: The Days Inn of Globe. They’re calling it a "Hidden Gem." We'll see about that, shall we?
Booking & Basics: The Pre-Game
First things first: Booking. Easy peasy. They've got… let's see… yeah, they've got a website, and I'm pretty sure you can book through the usual suspects (Booking.com, Expedia, all that jazz). Important: I didn't actually go through the booking process again for this review, but I’d definitely check current rates and deals. This is Arizona, after all!
Accessibility & Getting Around: Let's Get This Straight
- Accessibility: Okay, I didn't personally need it, but I did notice the presence of Facilities for disabled guests during my visit. The Elevator is a godsend! I've seen some travel reviews, not the best but if you're looking for a wheelchair accessible hotel in Globe, you can add it to your short list.
- Getting Around: Car Park [free of charge]. Score! Car park [on-site] is a plus! Globe is not known for its public transit, so a car is pretty much essential for getting around. And hey, you aren't paying for it!
Cleanliness and Safety: The Anti-COVID Circus
Look, let's be sensible. The pandemic has changed everything. I was really looking for Anti-viral cleaning products, and Daily disinfection in common areas. They have Hand sanitizer. They also have Rooms sanitized between stays. I appreciated the Staff trained in safety protocol. Overall, the hygiene situation seemed pretty good.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: Fueling the Adventure
- Breakfast: Included. That is my first, most important question when booking a hotel! Breakfast [buffet]. It wasn't Michelin star, but it was free, and it was there. It was pretty standard Breakfast [buffet] fair. Waffles, fruit, the usual suspects. Nothing to write home about, but definitely sufficient to start your day.
- **Restaurants: What they have is not mentioned.
- Snack Bar: Not available.
- Coffee shop & Coffee/tea in restaurant: Not Available
- Happy hour: Not Available
- Poolside bar: Not Available
Services and Conveniences: The Stuff that Makes Life Easier (Or Annoying)
Okay, here's where we get into the nitty-gritty.
- Daily housekeeping: Yep, they got it. Always a plus.
- Concierge: Nope. You're on your own, friend! But honestly, in Globe, you don't really need one.
- Cash withdrawal: You know, I didn’t test it, but I'd assume ATMs are nearby!
- Luggage storage: Can't say.
- Dry cleaning & Laundry service: I didn't use it!
- Convenience store: No store. So bring the snacks.
For the Kids: Family Times
- Family/child friendly: Seemed it for my quick inspection.
- Babysitting service: Nope. But honestly, Globe feels like a place where you trust your kid to run around a bit!
Available in all rooms
- Air conditioning: Big YES. Arizona heat is no joke.
- Free Wi-Fi: Wi-Fi [free] is a win! They boast Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!
- Air conditioning in public area- Yep.
- Desk: Not.
- Coffee/tea maker: Yes.
- Refrigerator: Yes
- Satellite/cable channels: Television, is available.
- Safety/security feature: Many, but didn't get the chance to check.
- Bathtub: Not in all rooms.
- Alarm clock: Yep.
- Interconnecting room(s) available: Not sure.
Other Stuff (The Bits That Matter)
- Internet Access: They offer Internet. Internet access – wireless, Internet Access – LAN,
- Bathroom Phone: Not Available.
- Smoking area: Yessirree! Step outside for a puff.
- Non-smoking rooms: Yes, there are Non-smoking rooms.
- Elevator: Yes.
The Verdict on Globe's Days Inn: So, Is it a "Hidden Gem?"
Okay, so here’s the deal: The Days Inn in Globe isn’t going to win any awards for luxury. It's not a spa resort or a five-star palace. It's…practical. It's clean, it's comfortable, and it does the job. For the price, it's definitely a solid option. It's a place to rest your head after a day of exploring the surrounding Arizona trails. If you're looking for a fancy vacation, maybe head to Scottsdale, but if you're a budget-conscious traveler who wants a decent, well-located basecamp for adventures in and around Globe, the Days Inn is a perfectly acceptable choice.
The Quirks, The Imperfections, and the Honest Truths
- The Vibe: It's a Days Inn. Don't expect a trendy, hipster vibe. Expect… a Days Inn vibe. Which is fine! The staff was friendly and helpful.
- The Pool: I didn't check out the pool, maybe I'll report back someday.
- The Overall Experience: I’m giving it a solid thumbs up.
Final Thoughts & The Booking Pitch (aka SELL!)
So, if you're planning a trip to Globe, Arizona, and you're looking for a clean, comfortable, and affordable place to rest your head, book the Days Inn. If you're looking for a luxurious experience, maybe look elsewhere. But for the adventurous soul who appreciates a good value and a convenient location, the Days Inn is a good place to start. They have Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!
Here's the Pitch:
Tired of the Ordinary? Discover Globe, Arizona! Escape the everyday and explore the rugged beauty of Arizona! The Days Inn in Globe is your perfect basecamp. Book now and get ready to unwind!
Don’t wait!
Raleigh Airport Escape: Luxury Suites & Unbeatable Amenities
Okay, buckle up buttercup, because this isn't your grandma's itinerary. We're talking a Days Inn by Wyndham in Globe, Arizona. I'm already picturing the continental breakfast (pray for the waffle maker, seriously), so let's get this mess started.
Days Inn by Wyndham Globe: A Journey into the Heart of… Well, Globe, Arizona! (and my sanity?)
Day 1: Arrival (and the existential dread of cheap motel coffee)
- Afternoon (ish): Landed! Phoenix Sky Harbor. Already sweating, which is just chef's kiss for Arizona in… well, all seasons, probably. Car rental. Let's be honest, it’s a beat-up sedan named "Bertha" that smells vaguely of old french fries and… regret. The drive to Globe is… long. Like, "contemplate your life choices" long.
- Late Afternoon/Early Evening: Arrive at the Days Inn. The plastic key card feels disappointingly like a promise of mediocrity. Check in. The front desk clerk, bless her heart, looks like she's seen things. She probably has. I feel a kinship already.
- First Impressions: Okay, so, the room. It's… clean enough. The AC is loud. Like, "I can't hear my own thoughts - which is potentially amazing or terrifying" loud. The bedspread? Definitely seen better days. But hey, at least there’s a functioning TV, and after that drive, I'm not even going to pretend to care.
- Evening (ish): Dinner. Found a diner. The kind with the vinyl booths and the waitresses who probably know everyone's name. Ordered a burger. It was… a burger. Solid. The guy at the counter, wearing a trucker hat, kept looking at me. Think he knew I was a tourist? He probably knows everyone's a tourist these days. I could feel myself melt into a local, I guess.
- Night: Attempt to get some sleep with the AC roaring like a jet engine. Fail. Toss and turn. Wonder if I should have brought the earplugs. Stare at the ceiling. Think deep, profound thoughts like “why is the carpet beige?” and “did I remember to pack enough socks?”
Day 2: Globe-Trotting (and The Search for the Perfect Souvenir)
- Morning: The Continental Breakfast Crucible. This is the moment of truth. Will the waffle maker prevail? (It did not. Globs of batter dripped everywhere, and I swear I felt the judging eyes of my fellow guests). Weak coffee, questionable pastries, but at the very least, some orange juice.
- A RAMBLE: The best part? That awkward, almost-whispering that happened in the breakfast room. "Excuse me… is that… is that the last sausage patty?" I've never seen such a quiet, yet tense event in my whole life!
- Late Morning: Explore. Globe is… Globe. A little rough around the edges, a little charming. Walked around the historic district, admiring… well, the buildings. They have… a history? I think? Okay, I'll be honest, I'm easily distracted by shiny things. (More on that later).
- Lunch: Found a place called "The Guacamole Grill." (Not real name). Ordered tacos. They were… actually really good! Seriously, the salsa was amazing, making me question all the salsa from my local grocer from here on out!
- Afternoon: The Mining Museum. This is where things get real. The history! The artifacts!… The dusty glass cases. I am… unexpectedly fascinated. I can't believe it, I think I'm turning into a history buff! A little. Okay, maybe just for today. But I really, really liked it.
- The Souvenir Hunt: The shop at the mining museum somehow missed the mark, but Globe's got to have something.
- A RAMBLE: I am so ready to drop a pretty penny on some quirky, local, unique something-or-other. But the real-life options are tough! The souvenir shops were either touristy, or filled with stuff I didn't touch.
- EMOTIONAL REACTION: The overwhelming feeling of just… disappointment. Maybe I didn't look hard enough, but I'm going to need some time and more coffee to recover from that. I feel like this is where my travel experience has the greatest chance to start a positive spiral, or to fall down!
- Evening: Had a snack in room (chips, again), watched some random cable. The AC is still roaring. Starting to think I might get used to it. Or that it might drive me completely insane. Possibly both.
Day 3: The Final Day of Globe-ification (and My Escape)
- Morning: Another foray into the Breakfast Battleground. Survived. This time, I brought my own yogurt. This is a sign of wisdom, right? I'm evolving.
- Late Morning: Drive to. The Salt River Canyon. It's… majestic. Okay, I'm not usually one for appreciating nature, but this is genuinely beautiful. Got a few photos; I'm pretending the quality of the photo doesn't matter.
- Quirky Observation: I saw a roadrunner! A real-life, cartoon-y roadrunner! It was so fast. I'm thinking about naming my car Roadrunner.
- Lunch: Found a little food truck at a scenic overlook. Okay food, amazing view. It really is the little things, you know?
- Afternoon: The drive to Phoenix. Or, as I like to call it, "The Great Escape". I'm ready for a real bed, and maybe… decaf coffee.
- Late Afternoon/Early Evening: Return Bertha, fly out of Sky Harbor back home. Land, immediately start planning my return to Globe. Just kidding.
- Night: I'm home. Wash the socks. Think about that burger.
Post-Trip Reflections (aka The Truth, Finally)
Globe was… an experience. It wasn’t perfect. The Days Inn was… a Days Inn. But I saw some things, ate some things (and some things that shall not be named), and… felt some things. I was tired, I was bored, I was inspired, I was weirdly happy. What I now realize is that Globe, for all its flaws, will stay with me. The real joy of travel is the imperfections. It's the wobbly waffle makers, the questionable coffee, the weirdly friendly people, and the moments you can't plan or predict. It's a reminder that life, like a slightly-run down Days Inn, has its own unique kind of beauty.
And honestly, I probably will go back. Maybe. Eventually. After I recover from this trip.
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Okay, so... what *is* this whole FAQ thing about, anyway? Like, why are we even *here*?
Ugh, good question. Honestly? I'm not entirely sure. I think someone *told* me to make some FAQs. I was probably distracted, you know? Squirrel! Maybe it was to... clarify things? Answer questions? Save the world? (Okay, maybe not that last one.) Look, the point is, someone thought I should address *stuff*. And, well, here we are. It's a complete train wreck of thoughts, experiences, and probably some passive-aggressive venting. Prepare yourself. I'm not responsible for any brain-melting that might occur.
Are you...qualified to answer these questions? Like, do you actually *know* what you're talking about?
Qualified? Honey, let's just say I've lived a life. Okay? I've seen things. Done things. I've tripped over my own feet, spilled coffee on my laptop (multiple times), and once, accidentally set a microwave on fire trying to make popcorn. So, y'know, *some* experience. Will I give you perfect, textbook answers? Probably not. Will I tell you the truth, as I see it? Absolutely. I'm not one for holding back. Just... brace yourself. It might be a bumpy ride.
Where do you even *get* your information from? Like, what's your source? Google? Your brain? Some secret cabal of… I don't know, pigeons disseminating wisdom?
Oh, the rabbit hole! Honestly? It's a blend. A chaotic, messy, often contradictory blend. My brain, which is usually a swirling vortex of half-formed ideas and forgotten grocery lists, is the main source. Google gets a little love, sure. And, okay, sometimes the wisdom of pigeons *does* seem relevant. (Don't judge! They're surprisingly observant, those little buggers.) But mostly? It's personal experience. And here's where it gets dicey. I’m going to be honest. I get a lot of my information from… well, life. The good, the bad, the ugly (and sometimes, all three at once).
Let's get specific. Tell me about *that one time*... you know... the *thing* you’re best known for. What was *that* like?
Oh, sweet mercy, you want *that* story? Fine. But I'm warning you, it's a doozy. And it's mostly because I was, and still am, a complete and utter idiot. Okay, here goes: It was a Tuesday. Or maybe a Wednesday. Details get fuzzy, you know? What matters is, I was convinced I could bake the *perfect* chocolate cake. Like, the kind that makes angels weep and brings world peace. My confidence was at an all-time high. I'd found *the* recipe online (shoutout to "Bake-a-holics Anonymous," or whatever they call themselves), and I was READY. I followed the instructions, mostly. (I might have substituted a bit of coconut oil for butter. Because, you know, *health*.) The batter looked amazing. Deep, dark, fudgy... I was practically swooning. I popped it in the oven, set the timer, and envisioned the glorious masterpiece that would soon be. Hour one: Fine. Hour two: Getting a little nervous, and peeking through the glass. Hour three: Smoke. Thick, acrid, eye-watering smoke. My kitchen filled with a smell somewhere between burnt rubber and existential dread. I frantically opened the oven. And there it was. Not a cake. Not even remotely. It was… a charred, volcanic eruption. A black, impenetrable mass. It had expanded, overflowed, and basically fused itself to the oven rack. I stared at it. I think I may have cried. I definitely swore. Loudly. The point is, I was a mess! This wasn't just a ruined cake; it was a blow to my very soul! It was a symbol of my utter incompetence! I remember thinking I'd be cursed to be bad at everything forever! And the worst part? I had to *clean* the oven. Which took… hours. And still, the smell lingered for days. I think I still have a ghost of a chocolate-burnt-disaster smell in my nose. So yeah. That… was… that.
What happens when things go wrong, as they so often seem to?
Well, the good news is, I’ve had plenty of practice! Seriously. The bad news? It’s usually messy. First, there’s the initial shock. The "Oh, crap" moment. Followed by a brief period of denial ("It's fine. It's fine. Everything's totally under control."). Then comes the rage. The internal screaming. The urge to throw things (usually at myself). After the rage subsides (eventually), I try to assess the damage. I learn from the experience. Or try to, at least. Then, I try to fix it. Or adjust. Or, sometimes, just accept it. The key, I’ve found, is to laugh about it… eventually. Preferably after the tears, the yelling, and the general self-loathing. The chocolate cake incident taught me that. (I still can't look at a mixing bowl without a shiver, by the way, though.)
What's the *best* thing about... whatever it is you do?
Okay, okay, fine. Amidst the chaos, the burnt cakes, and the general idiocy, there are moments of… well, joy. The best thing? The unexpected. The things you can't plan for. The little sparks of brilliance that catch you off guard. Like when, by some miracle, the cake actually *does* turn out perfectly. Or when you accidentally stumble upon precisely the right words at the right time, and *almost* manage to say what you intended. It’s the tiny victories. The moments of connection with others. And, occasionally, the satisfaction of knowing you've survived another day… mostly intact.
Any last words? Words of wisdom? Anything at all?
Don't take it all so seriously. Life's a mess. Embrace it. Don't be afraid to laugh at yourself. And for the love of all that is holy, if you find a perfect chocolate cake recipe, please share it with me. Seriously. I really, really need one. I'm still traumatized, ok?
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