La Quinta is Spanish for…
It was a one night only deal. We just needed a clean, no frills, no thrills place to stay.
We were on one of those multi-state, one or two nights in each destination road trips that our family has become known for. After a long day of fun, I looked forward to collapsing onto the bed in a weary heap and entering a temporary vegetative state.
Because we arrived later than scheduled, the non-smoking room we reserved had been reassigned. The place was booked solid except for one “Smoking/Pet Friendly” designated room. Yippeeeeeee.
I swiped the room key through the reader and when the green light came on, I opened the door…
Without warning, a peculiar, musty aroma wafted out of the room and tightly embraced us. After exchanging “uh- oh” glances, we timidly entered our suite. Two full beds, heavy drapes, bold floral patterns everywhere, and the usual nondescript, pastel wall art – your standard economy lodging.
Standard except for that lingering, cloying, malodorous fragrance that encircled us at every turn and kept jabbing our noses with its vicious barbs. A veritable potporrie of old smoke, pet odors, and many other indistinguishable scents. The fabrics were saturated with it. (Note to self: next trip, bring Lysol, Febreeze, and Glade candles. Airwick plug -ins in a convenient travel pack, now there’s a novel idea.)
Ohh-kaaay, lets turn in (not under those covers). Husband and kids wisely opt to sleep in their clothes. I wasn’t going under the covers either, but I was tired of all those hours spent in my jeans. I was going to wear my long, soft flannel night gown. I deserved at least that much comfort. A good night’s sleep (if possible), a hot shower in the morning, and we would be as good as new.
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The next day was busy. Hundreds of miles had been travelled and it was late when we got to our new hotel – Double Tree! This was gonna be good.
Sniff …sniff…. The room smells clean and crisp. The linens are luxurious. I take a hot shower and fish out my flannel night gown. Sniff…sniff… Any one smell something funny? Kind of like the La Quinta we stayed in last night? Good thing I packed another night gown. La Quinta is Spanish for Aroma.
PS: We have had other reasonable La Quinta experiences. This just wasn’t one of them.
PPS: La Quinta ran an add campaign where they proclaimed “La Quinta is Spanish for…” high speed internet and other amenities that they provide. In this post, I borrowed their advertising format – I am not making any claims as to what you may find in a Spanish dictionary.