Mission Xalapa: Uncover the Secrets of Xalapa's Convention Plaza!
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into Mission Xalapa: Uncover the Secrets of Xalapa's Convention Plaza! – and trust me, after my whirlwind stay, I've got opinions. This ain't your sterile, corporate hotel review; this is the raw, unfiltered truth from a travel-weary soul who’s seen some stuff (and maybe spilled some coffee in the process). Let's get messy!
First Impressions: The Good, The Okay, and the "…huh?"
Okay, so Xalapa. Beautiful, right? Lush, green, a bit of a hidden gem. The Convention Plaza, well, that's where Mission Xalapa lives. The location? Pretty darn convenient. You are, of course, are in the heart of the buzzing energy and the heart of Xalapa, offering a great jumping-off point.
Accessibility: Trying, but Needing More…
Now, accessibility is a crucial starting point. I'm not reliant on accessibility features, but I always look for them because inclusivity matters. The hotel says it offers facilities for disabled guests. The elevator? Tick. But getting to the entrance? Finding the restrooms? The devil’s in the details and I wasn't fully able to gauge how convenient it would be for someone directly facing them. More signage and clearer pathways would be a definite win. The hotel, itself, is a labyrinth; finding the gym was like a mini-quest, so imagine navigating with mobility limitations.
Cleanliness and Safety: Feeling Safe-ish
This is where Mission Xalapa gets a gold star. I have to hand it to them, they really seem to be trying. I saw signs of Daily disinfection in common areas, the staff was masked and they were sporting hand sanitizer stations EVERYWHERE. They even had Anti-viral cleaning products listed. Plus, a First aid kit is always assuring. Rooms sanitized between stays – yep, they mention that too. I didn't feel unsafe, even if the safety features made the place feel a bit like a hospital.
Food, Glorious Food (and the Coffee… Dear God, The Coffee)
Okay, let's talk about food. Breakfast [buffet] was… okay. Standard hotel fare. But! Breakfast takeaway service is a lifesaver. Coffee? Ah, the coffee situation. I have to be honest; the coffee in my room made me wince. But! Coffee/tea in restaurant and coffee shop options are there and better than the brew in the room.
The Asian cuisine in restaurant caught my eye. I am a big fan of Asian food, and I was surprised to see it on the menu, but I was disappointed. I'd recommend trying something else. The Western cuisine in restaurant was decent. The Snack bar and the Poolside bar were nice touches for a relaxed meal or cocktail. The Room service [24-hour]? A godsend when you're jet-lagged and craving a late-night pizza (which, by the way, was surprisingly good).
Rooms: Cozy-ish and the Internet… (sigh)
My room? Let's call it "functional." Air conditioning blasting that was a blessing in the Veracruzan heat. Blackout curtains? Essential for a good night's sleep. Free bottled water? Always appreciated. They even had Bathrobes and Slippers. I got a room on a high floor and a window that opens and a wake-up service, which was great. Alarm clock, yes, but let's be real… I use my phone. Now, The Internet situation was a bit of a rollercoaster. Internet [LAN] I didn’t even try, I just reached for the Wi-Fi [free] and prayed. It was patchy. Often. Internet access – wireless was spotty in my room, and a constant source of minor frustration. "Free internet" is a must-have these days, but this was borderline torture. I swear, I spent more time refreshing websites than actually using the darn thing.
Things to Do, and Ways to (Attempt to) Relax
The Fitness center was there, which I appreciated, but I didn't trust my schedule to use the facilities. I did Sauna for a minute. Spa/sauna means you can get a massage, but the massage I got was…well, it wasn't bad, but I've had better. Definitely not a Body scrub or Body wrap-worthy experience. Swimming pool [outdoor] was a pleasant touch. It's the perfect place to unwind with a Pool with a view.
Services and Conveniences: The Helpful (and the "Meh")
Concierge staff was friendly and helpful. Laundry service and Dry cleaning were available, which, if you have limited luggage like me is a lifesaver. Daily housekeeping did a decent job. The Cash withdrawal I loved and the Currency exchange was there, but I didn’t need them. Doorman and the Elevator came and went. The Business facilities weren’t quite within my area of needs.
Extra Goodies (and a Few Quirks)
Additional toilet in the room? Nice. Hair dryer? Check. Mini bar stocked with the essentials? Always a plus. Non-smoking rooms? Yes, thankfully, but the smoking area was a bit of a trek.
Here's the thing…
This isn't a flawless hotel. It's got its quirks. The internet can be a pain. Some areas could use a bit of a refresh. BUT, there's a certain charm to Mission Xalapa. It tries hard. The staff is generally friendly, if a little overwhelmed sometimes. And the location? You can't beat it.
Final Verdict and a Compelling Offer (that's Actually Compelling):
Who This is For: Travelers who want a good starting point in Xalapa and easy access to the city.
Who this is not For: Those who need cutting-edge luxury, flawless internet, or an air-tight guarantee of perfect efficiency.
My Rating: 3.7 out of 5 stars.
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Princeton's BEST Extended Stay? This South Brunswick Gem Will SHOCK You!
Okay, buckle up buttercup, because this isn't your grandma's itinerary. This is my Xalapa itinerary… which, by the way, might slightly resemble a train wreck, but a beautiful, vibrant, tequila-soaked train wreck. We're talking Mision Xalapa, Plaza de las Convenciones, but mostly… well, mostly whatever happens.
Xalapa: A Chaotic Symphony (aka My Trip)
Pre-Trip Panic & Packing… or Lack Thereof
- 2 Weeks Before: Okay, maybe I should book a hotel. Oh, Mision Xalapa looks… nice. Close to the Plaza de las Convenciones. Done. I even bought a phrase book in Spanish. Don't look at my face. I haven't opened it yet. I just… bought it.
- 1 Week Before: What even is the weather in Xalapa? Rain? Sunshine? Somewhere in between? Okay, I’ll pack for all of it. Which means I'm packing my entire wardrobe. Plus, "just in case" items, which in my world, includes a inflatable flamingo.
- Day Before: PANIC mode. Pack? What's the point? I’ll just shove everything into a bag at the last minute. Hopefully I don’t forget my passport this time. (I may or may not have once flown cross-country without it.)
- Departure Day (aka The Day Everything Falls Apart): "Okay, passport, wallet, phone… wait, is that the right charger?" Oh, and I just realized I’m out of clean underwear. Crap.
Day 1: Arrival, A Misunderstanding, and the Mysterious Mamey
- Morning (ish): Land in Veracruz (or maybe Mexico City? I got the connecting flight wrong, I'm not entirely sure!). The flight was fine, but I’m already exhausted. Airport tacos are a must. They’re the perfect fuel for a travel adventure!
- Afternoon: Taxi to Xalapa. The driver kept saying something about "plaza" and "Mision," which sounded vaguely familiar, but I was battling my own head of the jetlag beast. The city looks beautiful.
- Check-in at Mision Xalapa: The lobby is gorgeous. I feel so professional. The room is… fine. Clean-ish. A little musty, but the view might be nice. I'll check it out tomorrow when I'm not a walking zombie.
- Evening: Okay, time to embrace the local cuisine! I wander around, and I discover a street food stall. The menu… a foreign language, even with my phrase book! "¿Qué es… mamey?" I point to a thing that looks like an avocado but isn't. The vendor grins, hands me a slice, and my taste buds are in heaven. It's like mango and pumpkin had a baby. Then I try to order more mamey and stumble over "mucho mamey," almost choking on my own tongue. The locals are all laughing, friendly, and I love this place already.
- Night: I fall asleep at like 7 pm.
Day 2: The Plaza, The Coffee, and (Possibly) Regret
- Morning: Wake up, feeling surprisingly good. The view is nice! The plaza, right across the street, sparkles in the sunlight. I decide to explore.
- Morning (Continuing): Plaza de las Convenciones. It's… a plaza. Big. Lots of people. The architecture is interesting, but I am more interested in finding coffee.
- Morning (Again): I stumble upon a little café with the most amazing aroma. The coffee is bold, rich, and the sweet bread that goes with it? I die. Best coffee of my life. I order another one. And another. Maybe I’ll stay here forever. This is the life!
- Afternoon: Okay, time for "culture." I wander through a nearby market crammed with colorful crafts - some real cool stuff and some that seem to be made by a fever-dreaming clown. I get completely lost, buying a sombrero I definitely don’t need and a bizarre ceramic rooster. I think I’ll need a bigger suitcase.
- Afternoon (Continuing): I try to find the Museo de Antropología. Get lost. The map is in Spanish. I can’t read the map in Spanish. I ask for direction. Get more lost. Decide that culture is overrated and go back for more coffee.
- Evening: Okay, dinner. I stumble upon a bustling restaurant. I try to order, but I’m pretty sure I just ordered a plate of… whatever I could point at without completely embarrassing myself. It arrives. It’s spicy. I try to act like I love the spice because the waiter is super attentive. My mouth is on fire. I drink a lot of water. Regret is setting in.
- Night: I think I need a tequila. Or three.
Day 3: The Waterfall, The Cat, and A Sudden Epiphany
- Morning: Headache. Water. Coffee. More coffee. I am starting to feel the effects of the night.
- Morning (Continuing): Okay, I have to leave my coffee haven. I take a bus to somewhere scenic. It is the "Cascada," which means waterfall. The waterfall is stunning. I could sit here all day.
- Afternoon: On my way back, the bus stops, and I see a small, cute cat. I decide to grab it. It’s small and cute. The other passengers are staring at me.
- Afternoon (Again): It turns out the cat doesn't appreciate being grabbed and hisses at me. I put him down. I get on the bus.
- Afternoon (Continuing): Back in town, I buy a churro. That is good.
- Evening: I go for a quiet evening, and I see a family is laughing. I decide to grab food from a street vendor. The food is amazing. I start chatting with the family. The mom is super kind, and she helps me with my Spanish. We end up laughing, and I start thinking that maybe traveling alone is the best way to travel.
- Night: I go to bed, smiling. Maybe the next day will be more organized.
Day 4: Departure, Goodbye, and (Possibly) "Hasta Luego!"
- Morning: Breakfast. Coffee. Pack. Realize I still have a lot of clothes. Why did I pack so much?
- Morning (Continuing): Last stroll through the plaza. Find a cute little shop. Buy more souvenirs. My suitcase is going to explode.
- Afternoon: Taxi to the airport. Reflect on the fact that I haven't made it to a single "scheduled event" on this itinerary (what itinerary?). And yet, it was the best trip.
- Afternoon (Continuing): Goodbye Xalapa! You beautiful, chaotic, and hilariously unpredictable place. I think I'll be back. Just… maybe next time, I’ll try opening that phrase book. And learn how to read the map!
- Departure: Fly to Veracruz to catch the flight. In the air, I pull out my phone and start booking the next trip.
- Night: I can't wait to come back to Xalapa!
So, what the heck *is* this FAQ even about?
Right. Let's get the obvious out of the way. This is about *everything* that's been swirling around in my brain lately, mostly the stuff that makes me laugh, cry, and occasionally want to throw a toaster out the window. Is it about my obsession with collecting vintage rubber duckies? Maybe. Is it about my crippling fear of public speaking? Possibly. Is it about... well, you'll find out. Expect the unexpected. Actually, expect a whole *lot* of unexpected. And probably a few typos. Forgive me, I'm fueled by caffeine and existential dread.
Okay, okay, but *really*... what's the underlying *point*? What are you *trying* to achieve here?
Ugh, the point. The *point*! Look, I’m not trying to conquer the world. I’m not trying to sell you anything (unless you count my sanity, and that's definitely on the barter market). Honestly? I think I'm just trying to... survive. Get these thoughts out of my head. Maybe connect with someone who gets it. Maybe, just maybe, make you laugh a little. Or, at the very least, distract you from *your* own inner demons for a few glorious minutes. If I manage *any* of that, I'll consider it a win. Also, and this is important: if you judge me, I will find you. I may or may not have a network of squirrels I can enlist for strategic acorn-related attacks.
You mentioned "crippling fear of public speaking." Spill the tea! What’s the worst speaking experience you’ve had?
Oh, honey. Where do I even *begin*? Okay, picture this: my seventh-grade history class. Required oral presentation: "The History of the Potato." Sounds innocuous, right? WRONG. I somehow managed to get so nervous, I started sweating – like, Niagara Falls levels. Then, my voice cracked. Then, I tripped over my own feet and sent my carefully constructed poster board (complete with a hand-drawn potato wearing a tiny crown, I kid you not) flying across the room. The crown landed on Mr. Henderson's bald head. He actually *smiled*, but the other kids... they were already roaring with laughter. I remember feeling like I was going to *die* right there on that stage. I literally ran out, tears streaming down my face, and hid in the girls' bathroom for a full hour. The smell of the air freshener still gives me PTSD. True story. The potato crown, by the way? Lost to the ages. Gone forever. My shame? Eternal.
Back to those rubber duckies… are you… serious?
DEAD serious. It started with a tiny one, a vintage squeaky fellow I found at a flea market. Then, another. And another. Now? My bathroom looks like a goddamn aquatic rave. I have rubber duckies dressed as everything from Abraham Lincoln (complete with tiny beard!) to a Viking warrior. I have duckies that glow in the dark. I have duckies that sing opera. I’m not sure what it says about me, but honestly, it brings me an unreasonable amount of joy. Don't judge me. Seriously. They're my duckies. Leave them *alone*.
What's the biggest mistake you've ever made?
Oh, lord. Where do I even *START*? Okay, let's go with this: Dating that guy in college. The one who wore a fedora indoors. The one who played the ukulele *constantly*. The one who, and I swear this is true, tried to convince me that all potatoes were sentient and deserved equal rights. Ugh. I should have seen the red flags. I really, *really* should have. Honestly, I’d blame it on the college cafeteria food. Maybe a side effects from a certain lab project. Mostly, though, it was youthful stupidity and a deep-seated fear of being alone. The breakup was epic, involving a passive-aggressive haiku and a box of his belongings left on my doorstep. Learn from my mistakes, people! Run. Run far, run fast, if you see a fedora. Run.
Alright, alright, what keeps you going? What’s good in your life?
Okay, okay... deep breath. Despite the potato presentation, the fedora guy, and the constant low-level anxiety of existing, there is good stuff. My close friends, the ones who still talk to me after all these years. My dog, who provides unconditional love and occasionally steals my socks. A good book (preferably with a strong female protagonist who kicks butt). And, yes, my rubber duckies. They're a constant source of amusement, even if I'm the only one who *gets* it. Also, the fact that I haven’t ended up behind bars for my thoughts about this whole thing. Look, life is a mess, sure, but it's *my* mess, and I'm learning to embrace it. Even the parts that make me want to scream. Especially the parts that make me want to scream, actually. Gives me something to *write* about, at least.
What’s your biggest fear?
Besides public speaking, and the world collapsing into a giant pile of avocado toast? Failing. Failing at… well, everything. Failing at being a good friend, failing at being a decent human being, failing at… *life*. The idea of looking back at all of this and realizing I didn't do anything worthwhile… Ugh. It hangs over me sometimes, a dark cloud full of self-doubt. But then I see my duckies. I get a new idea, and suddenly I remember that I'm okay, in all my messy, imperfect, sometimes-cringeworthy glory. And I keep going. One day, perhaps, I can fail to do even that. I think that might terrify me even more.
What are you *planning* on doing next?
Honestly? I haven't the foggiest. Maybe learn to knit. Maybe write a novel. Maybe finally finish that history of the potato I've been planning since seventh grade (with a triumphant return of the potato king!). I'm going to try to be a little kinder to myself. I’m going to try to embrace the chaos. I'm going to continue my quest for the perfect cup of coffee. And above all else? I'm going to keep collecting rubber duckies. Because, well, why not? Wish me luck. I'Comfy Hotel Finder
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