Luxury Escape: Marival Distinct Residences & Spa - Nuevo Vallarta's Hidden Gem
The Quirky Truth: A Messy Review of [Hotel Name Here - Let's Pretend!]
Okay, folks, buckle up. This isn’t your glossy travel magazine bullcrap. This is real. I stayed at [Hotel Name Here - Let's Pretend!] recently, and let me tell you, it was… an experience. Let's get into it.
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First, let's get this out of the way: Accessibility. They say they’re accessible. And they do have an elevator (thank GOD, because my knees are relics). But the ramps… well, let's just say my friend Sarah, who uses a wheelchair, described navigating them as "urban mountain climbing." Wheelchair accessible is definitely… aspirational. Some hallways seemed a bit tight, too. (Consider a wheelchair users, the hallways must be wider).
On-site accessible restaurants / lounges: I swear, the only “lounge” I found was the lobby, and it felt more like a holding pen for confused tourists. Restaurants… well, we'll get to that.
Internet, Internet [LAN], Internet services, Wi-Fi in public areas, Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!: Okay, good news. Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! – and it actually worked! Which, honestly, feels miraculous in some hotels. I was able to actually get some work done. There was also internet [LAN] which I didn't even attempt to set up. The Wi-Fi in public areas was… okay. Better in the lobby than near the pool, apparently.
Things to do, Ways to relax: Okay, this is where things get interesting. The Spa/Sauna situation… chef's kiss. After a brutal morning of being stranded in traffic, I basically ran to the Spa. The Massage was divine, and the Sauna…well, it was a Finnish inferno of the best kind (the steamroom was also great. And yes, I used the Foot bath, because who doesn’t love a good foot bath? My feet were thanking me. The Pool with view? Spectacular. Seriously, breathtaking. I could've stayed there all day. Now, the Fitness center? A bit grim. Felt like a forgotten dungeon cell with some treadmills. But the Pool with view made up for it.
Body scrub and Body wrap, of course. I didn't get one, but other guests that I spoke with.
Cleanliness and safety: This is where I started to feel a little more at ease, especially in these times. They clearly took things seriously, with, well, they were trying, ok? Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, Professional-grade sanitizing services, and Rooms sanitized between stays – they had it all, in theory. You also get hand sanitizer everywhere. I felt relatively, dare I say, safe? More than I anticipated, to be honest. They did have a Doctor/nurse on call and a First aid kit at the front desk, but I didn't need to use it.
They also had Physical distancing of at least 1 meter, which was, let's be honest, a bit laughable during breakfast. Trying to navigate the Breakfast [buffet] with a mask on and attempting to social distance felt like a bizarre dance routine, especially with the Buffet in restaurant. The Sanitized kitchen and tableware items also made me feel more comfortable.
Dining, drinking, and snacking: Oh, the food. Let's just say this was a mixed bag. The Breakfast [buffet], as I mentioned, was a chaotic free-for-all (albeit with very pleasant "smiling" staff -- the smiles were definitely in their eyes, under the masks). They had Asian breakfast options, which were pretty good. The Western breakfast options? Fine. Perfectly acceptable, but nothing to write home about. And the Coffee/tea in restaurant was… well, it's hotel coffee. Adequate, I guess. But I did appreciate the Bottle of water they left in the room.
Now, the Restaurants. There was one "fancy" restaurant. And let's talk about the A la carte in restaurant, because it. was. EXPENSIVE. I swear, the prices were designed to make you weep quietly into your soup. I had the soup ( Soup in restaurant) and it was… okay. The Bar was okay, good Happy hour specials helped me. I didn't try the Vegetarian restaurant, but there was one. Room service [24-hour] was a lifesaver at 3 AM. The Poolside bar was a nice touch.
Services and conveniences: Standard stuff here. Air conditioning in public area, Daily housekeeping, Elevator, Laundry service. The Concierge was helpful, but seemed perpetually frazzled. I think they were juggling about a million different requests. I did appreciate the Cash withdrawal service, very helpful.
For the kids: I saw families, but I didn't spend enough time there to be sure how kid-friendly it was, but there were Kids facilities, and the Babysitting service.
Available in all rooms: The rooms themselves? Fine. Air conditioning, Alarm clock, Bathrobes, Bath tub, Blackout curtains, Coffee/tea maker (essential), Free bottled water, Hair dryer, In-room safe box, Mini bar, Refrigerator, Satellite/cable channels, Shower, and Wi-Fi [free] – the basics. The Additional toilet was a bonus, and the Window that opens was lovely. The Desk was useful to get some tasks completed.
And the most important part: What Was It REALLY Like?
Okay, look: it wasn’t perfect. There were moments, like walking into the "fitness center," where I nearly lost the will to live. And the breakfast buffet… the memories still haunt me.
But… despite all that, I kind of liked it. The staff, though clearly stretched thin, were genuinely trying. The spa was a godsend. And that pool with a view? Perfection. It wasn't the Ritz, not by a long shot, but it had a certain charm. A messy, slightly-flawed charm. And sometimes, that's enough.
Ultimately, would I recommend [Hotel Name Here - Let's Pretend!]?
If you’re looking for a perfectly polished experience, probably not. If you want a quirky, mostly-okay hotel with a killer spa and stunning views, then yeah. Give it a shot. Just brace yourself for the slightly-dodgy ramps. And the breakfast buffet chaos. The memories will be messy, but they are real.
Bali Beach Bliss: Sayang Taman Villa - 10-Min Walk to Paradise!
Okay, buckle up, buttercups. This isn't your pristine, airbrushed travel brochure itinerary. This is me, raw and unfiltered, prepping for a trip to Marival Distinct Residences & Spa in Nuevo Vallarta. And honestly? Just the thought of it is already giving me the butterflies… the good kind, mostly, the ones that whisper, "Tequila!" Let's stumble through this together.
MARIVAL MADNESS: A Mostly Coherent Trip
(Disclaimer: This is a preliminary thing, okay? Things will change. My plans are about as solid as a Jell-O mold in a hurricane. So, consider this more of a "loose framework" than a concrete plan. And yes, I've already started packing… mostly bathing suits and a healthy dose of anxiety.)
Day 1: Arrival, Beach Bliss (and a Near-Disaster Involving a Coconut)
- Morning: Ugh, the flight. I'm not a morning person. I mean, who is? The pre-dawn shuffle to the airport… the sterile, fluorescent lights… the questionable coffee… Pure torture. But hey, the reward? A freaking beach.
- Afternoon: Arrival at Marival. Hopefully, the check-in isn’t a total clusterf*ck. I'm picturing myself immediately diving into that infinity pool. Or, you know, stumbling in gracefully. Okay, maybe just leaning in gracefully.
- The Beach!: Gotta get to the beach, immediately. Sand between my toes. The sun on my face. The sound of the waves… sigh. I'm planning to plop down and do absolutely nothing for a good few hours. Okay, maybe read a book (I'm hoping to finish "The Secret History" again) and definitely order a margarita. Or two. Or three.
- Anecdote Alert: I swear, last time I was even near a beach, a rogue wave tried to steal my hat. And the time before that? I attempted to open a coconut with a spoon. Let's just say, it didn't end well (for the spoon, anyway). I'm already terrified of the coconut situation this time.
- Evening: Dinner at one of the resort restaurants. Considering the "Omaggio Italian Restaurant," because, well I love pasta. No, wait: I need pasta. It's vital for survival.
- Quirky Observation: I predict a high probability of people-watching. Because, let's be honest, observing other people vacationing is half the fun. Will I judge? Absolutely. Casually, of course. With a smile.
Day 2: Spa Day, Sunset Spectacle (and Possibly Too Much Sunshine)
- Morning: Hallelujah! SPA DAY! I'm talkinf massages, facials, the whole shebang. I may never leave. I picture blissful oblivion, floating on a cloud of essential oils. The reality will probably involve me making awkward small talk during the massage, but hey, at least I'll be relaxed-ish.
- Lunch: Light lunch at the restaurant by the pool – you know, salads, light snacks, and probably another margarita if I'm honest.
- Afternoon: Exploring the resort. Stroll around, admire the landscaping (I'm a sucker for bougainvillea), maybe wander into the gym (briefly, because, cardio is the devil), and scope out the bars for later…
- Sunset! Okay, I'm getting emotional even thinking about this. The sunsets on the Pacific are supposed to be legendary. I'm planning to be on that beach with a cocktail, ready to be wowed. The only problem is, I'm also a terrible photographer. Prepare for blurry, over-exposed photos of the sun.
- Evening: Dinner at the Deck. Seafood? Yes. Sunset views? Definitely. Good company (that's me, I'm the company). I’m going to order the biggest, most decadent dessert on the menu. I deserve it.
- Emotional Reaction: Pure joy at the thought of the sunset. A little anxiety about the sun's destructive power. Sunscreen, my friend; sunscreen!
Day 3: Fiesta Fever! (and the Aftermath)
- Morning: Okay, I'm anticipating a slight state of exhaustion. Possibly a delayed arrival time. If they offer hangover cures, I'm in.
- Activity: The resort probably has a ton of activities. I'm slightly terrified of anything remotely "active," but I'll at least look into it. Maybe a cooking class? Or a salsa dancing lesson? (Warning: don't expect me to be good). I've always wanted to learn to salsa, and now seems like the right time.
- Lunch: Whatever I can get down. The bar food menu can wait, just need something to absorb the tequila.
- Afternoon: More pool time. More relaxation. More people-watching.
- Evening: A "Fiesta Night" at the resort. I'm picturing colorful outfits, mariachi bands, more tequila, and me attempting to dance (badly). I'm already cringing.
- Anecdote Alert: Remember that time I tried to piñata at a kid's birthday party? Let's just say, the piñata won. I'm sure there will be a similar outcome.
- Quirky Observation: I have a sneaky feeling I'll be making some new "friends" at the bar. It's a vacation, after all. Boundaries are optional.
- Emotional Reaction: A mixture of excitement and dread. Mostly excitement.
Day 4: Local Adventures (and Potential Regrets)
- Morning: Probably a slow start. Coffee. Pain relievers. That sort of thing.
- Activity: Okay, I need to get off the resort at least once. I'm thinking of a trip into Puerto Vallarta. Exploring the town, checking out the shops, maybe getting a bit of Mexican food.
- Lunch: Some authentic tacos! I'm already drooling.
- Afternoon: Walking around, taking photos of the beautiful architecture, soaking up the atmosphere. Hopefully, I won't embarrass myself too much.
- Anecdote Alert: Every time I have done a "guided tour", I always manage to get myself lost at some point and end up having to be rescued. Let's hope not this time.
- Evening: Dinner back at the resort, because I'll probably be exhausted. Re-charge, relax, and soak it all in.
- Opinionated Language: I hate tourist traps. This will be a real test; to navigate through the tourist traps to find something authentic.
Day 5: Farewell (and the Sad Truth That It's Almost Over)
- Morning: One last glorious breakfast with a view. Savoring every bite, every last sip of coffee. Damn. This is already going by too fast.
- Activity: One last swim in the ocean. One last sunbath (with ample sunscreen, of course). One last attempt to look effortlessly cool.
- Anecdote Alert: I'll probably be running around like a crazy person, trying to squeeze every last drop of fun out of the trip. I'm already mourning the end of the vacation.
- Afternoon: Packing. Ugh. The worst part. Trying to figure out how to fit all the souvenirs (and the extra pounds) into my suitcase.
- Evening: One last amazing dinner, because, well, why not?
- Emotional Reaction: Existential dread about returning to Real Life. A massive dose of "I don't want to go home!"
Final Thoughts:
This is just a basic outline, a foundation. Things will go awry. My meticulous plans (ha!) will likely crumble. I'll probably overeat, under-exercise, and spend way too much time staring at the ocean. And you know what? That's the beauty of it. The imperfections, the spontaneous moments, the unexpected laughter… That's what makes a trip memorable. (And the tequila, of course. Never forget the tequila.)
Escape to Aloft Arundel Mills: BWI Airport's Chic Oasis!
Ugh, What *IS* This Thing Anyway? (And Do I Even *WANT* to Know?)
Okay, Fine, *WHY* This Thing? What's the Point? (Besides Causing Me Endless Frustration.)
Is This Going to Be Hard? (Spoiler Alert: Probably.)
What Do I Need To Get Started? (Besides, You Know, Sanity?)
What If I Mess Up? (Because Let's Be Honest, I Will.)
What Are the Common Pitfalls? (So I Can Avoid Them... Maybe.)
How Do I Know If I'm Actually *Getting* Anywhere? (Or Just Spinning My Wheels, Miserably?)
