Alright, let me tell you about my time at the Hotel Crystal Palace. It wasn’t some grand vacation, mind you, just needed a place to stay for a couple of nights while sorting some things out nearby.
Getting There and First Look
Finding the place was easy enough, popped right up on the map. Pulled up outside, looked… well, it looked like a hotel. Nothing super fancy, but not run-down either. The sign was lit up, “Hotel Crystal Palace,” pretty straightforward. I grabbed my bag from the trunk and walked into the lobby.
First impression? It was quiet. Maybe a bit too quiet. The check-in desk was right there. A young fellow was behind the counter, seemed busy on his computer. Had to wait a minute or two before he looked up. Standard check-in stuff, gave him my name, showed my ID. He tapped away on the keyboard for what felt like ages. Honestly, took longer than I expected.
The Room Situation
Got my key card – thankfully not one of those old metal keys – and headed for the elevator. The hallways were clean, standard hotel carpet, the usual thing. Found my room number, tapped the card, green light, pushed the door open.
The room itself was… okay. Decent size. Bed looked comfy enough, which is always my main concern. There was a small desk, a TV mounted on the wall, and a window looking out over a side street. Nothing spectacular, but functional. I dropped my bag, did my usual routine: checked the bathroom (clean, basic toiletries), tested the Wi-Fi (connected okay, speed was alright), and peeked in the mini-fridge (empty, which I actually prefer).
Here’s a small thing though: one of the lamps on the bedside table wouldn’t turn on. Bulb probably gone. Didn’t bother calling down about it, just used the other one. Slept pretty well the first night, bed was indeed comfortable. Heard some noise from the hallway early in the morning, doors closing and stuff, but that’s typical.
Little Details and Leaving
Didn’t try the hotel restaurant or breakfast. Usually just grab coffee and go. Did notice they had a small gym area mentioned in the elevator, but didn’t check it out. The lobby always seemed pretty empty whenever I passed through.
Checkout was way faster than check-in. Different person at the desk this time, an older lady. Quick swipe of the card, asked if everything was alright, I said “Yep, all good,” and that was that. Handed back the key card and walked out.
So, yeah. That was my stay at the Hotel Crystal Palace. It did the job. It wasn’t amazing, wasn’t terrible. Just a place to sleep, really. Sometimes, that’s all you need, right? No big drama, no major complaints, just a straightforward, functional hotel experience. Got my stuff sorted, had a place to crash. Done deal.
