La Quinta is Spanish for…

Friday, March 20, 2009 at 12:10 pm 1 comment

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.

 *  *  *

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.


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  • 1. Ritu  |  Friday, March 27, 2009 at 2:22 pm

    oh boy, what a nightmare. When we went to Chicago our rental car had that disgusting smoke smell. I cannot even imagine what you guys went through spending a night in a room with that nauseating odor. YUCK!


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