Ah, the hotel was quite the gem—definitely one of the fancier La Quintas I’ve graced with my presence! Upon arrival, I encountered a little hot water drama. I ran the tap for a solid half-hour, giving it a motivational speech, and eventually, the hot water arrived fashionably late! I suppose being on the 6th floor—the penthouse for plain folks—didn’t help my cause, especially since the hotel was as crowded as a library on a Friday night. The only hiccup on this otherwise delightful stay was the WiFi: it was like a bad relationship. One moment, we were Netflix and chillin’, and the next, it ghosted me. Super frustrating when you’re just trying to binge-watch your favorite shows!