Medellín's HOTTEST Suites: Travelers Orange Awaits!
Okay, buckle up buttercups and let's dive headfirst into Medellín's HOTTEST Suites: Travelers Orange Awaits! – because honestly, after seeing what this place actually offers, "awaits" feels more like a promise than a tagline.
Right off the bat: Accessibility. This is a BIG DEAL for me, because I'm always worried about that stuff. The website says they've got facilities for disabled guests. Now, I didn't personally verify every single detail (I'm no mobility expert!), but the elevator was definitely there (thank GOD, I'm already out of breath thinking about those hills!), and the lobby seemed pretty wide open. They have things, which you know, gives me a tiny bit of hope. Still, check directly with them if you have specific needs. Don't want to be caught out, right?
Cleanliness and Safety: Ugh, talk about feeling overwhelmed by trying figure out which hotel is safe. Okay, here's what I saw: Hand sanitizer EVERYWHERE. Like, practically forcing you to use it. They had the "anti-viral cleaning products" bit on the list, and "rooms sanitized between stays." They were talking the talk. But the thing that REALLY sold me? The staff. They were masked up, and doing things. They seemed genuinely concerned about hygiene, which, in this day and age, deserves a gold star. All the bells and whistles they have are great, they actually did the things. No issues.
Internet, Internet, Internet (and All the Wi-Fi Goodness!): Okay, so, you can breathe – free Wi-Fi everywhere, including your room. I'm a digital nomad in training. I was able to binge-watch my favorite (embarrassing) shows (the whole point of my stay, tbh) without a single buffering hiccup. "Wi-Fi in public areas" is a given, and they had LAN internet if you're into that? Me? Nope. I love my free Wi-Fi. I was totally okay.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking (And the Most Important Part!) Okay, this is where things seriously got interesting. "A la carte," "buffet," all the usual suspects. They have a pool bar! I spent an embarrassing portion of my time there. Here's the story.
I spent one afternoon by the pool. The pool with a view! I have a pool with a view! Well, I had a view of the pool. The pool was pretty. But the drinks? The drinks were a revelation. Seriously, the bartender (a charming guy named Carlos, I think? Or maybe Felipe? – cocktails always cloud my memory) made a margarita that literally tasted like sunshine and happiness. We’re talking life-altering margarita. Poolside bar? Yes. And the snacks? They weren't just "snacks." They were little culinary masterpieces. Like, the kind of snacks you’d write home about. I almost shed a tear of joy when I saw the nachos. I'm getting emotional now thinking about it. Okay, the drinks. The bar was a total winner. So much winner. The bartender was amazing. Just drink the drinks.
The "Asian cuisine in restaurant"? I wouldn't know. I was too busy at the pool bar. But, the fact that it's there is a plus.
Wellness and Relaxation: Ugh, here we go. The thing they call a “spa.” “Spa.” Fine. So, I had a massage. I had one massage. And it was… good. Really good. But the real winner? The sauna. I sweated out all my stresses, and I would have lived in the sauna. It was a sweaty, steamy heaven. The sauna. Go. You will not regret. I can't say anything about the body scrub since it was too much work. But the sauna. YES.
Services and Conveniences: The usual stuff. Daily housekeeping (thank GOD! I'm a messy traveler). Laundry service, which saved my life (I'd packed enough to last a weekend, not a week. I had a terrible wardrobe choice). Concierge, helpful people. The essentials. Everything you need to have, like, a real trip.
For the Kids I don't have any kids, and I'm not really into kids. So, "Babysitting service," "Family/child friendly," and "Kids meal?" Not for me. But it's there.
Rooms! (The Bloody Rooms!) Okay, the rooms. They were clean. They had everything! (Well, a few things.) The bed was comfortable. A LOT of pillows. The view… wasn't spectacular, but hey, I had a view of the city! (I was way too busy at the pool.) Did I use the "bathrobes" and "slippers?" Maybe. Don't judge. And, yes, they did have air conditioning. Which is vital. Especially after the sauna.
The stuff that matters… The "Alarm clock," "Coffee/tea maker," "Desk," "Hair dryer," "Ironing facilities," "Mini bar," "Refrigerator," "Satellite/cable channels," "Shower," "Slippers," "Smoke detector," "Soundproofing," "Telephone," "Toiletries," "Towels," "Wake-up service," "Wi-Fi [free]," and "Window that opens." They had it all.
Getting Around: Car park (free of charge)!! Score one. You can park your car there, and leave it there. And they do have Airport transfer, Car park [on-site], Taxi service, Valet parking. Everything you need to get around.
The Verdict: Should You Book Medellín's HOTTEST Suites?
Listen. This place, Travelers Orange, isn't perfect. It has a few quirks. The "proposal spot" felt a bit… much. But overall? It's damn close. The staff is genuinely friendly and helpful. They seem to care. The location probably isn't perfect for everyone (there's a bit of a hill climb – I'm out of shape, remember?) but it's central enough. They did actually deliver on their promises.
Here's my honest pitch:
Tired of those same old boring hotels? Crave a Medellín experience that’s more than just a place to sleep? Then Stop! And Book to the HOTTEST Suites: Travelers Orange Awaits!
Here's what you GET:
- Safety and Cleanliness You Can Feel: Seriously spotless rooms and staff who take hygiene seriously.
- Wi-Fi Good Enough to Cry Over (Happy Tears, of Course!): Stream your shows, connect with loved ones, and work (if you must) without a single glitch.
- The Best. Poolside. Bar. Ever. Get ready for sunshine in a glass (or two… or three…).
- Relaxation Reimagined: Soak in the sauna, melt away your stress, and prepare for a massage that will actually make you relax.
- Easy Access Around Medellín: Easy access to taxis and reliable airport transfers!
Bonus: If you are going to Medellín, and the chance to see the city, book now for the chance to have your own amazing experience.
(P.S. Tell Carlos/Felipe at the pool bar that I sent you. He'll probably give you a double margarita to show how much he loves me.)
Don't just visit Medellín. LIVE it. Book your stay at Travelers Orange Awaits NOW!
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into Medellín, Colombia, from the chaotic trenches of Travelers Orange Suites. This isn't your sanitized, perfectly-polished itinerary. This is the real deal, warts and all. Prepare for rambling, gushing, complaining, and probably a few existential crises along the way.
Travelers Orange Suites: My Temporary Prison (Kinda Loved It Though)
First off, Orange Suites? Look, it's cleanish. The wifi, if you're lucky, can download a single email. The breakfast…okay, let me be honest. The "continental breakfast" consisted of pre-packaged arepas – the dry ones, not the good ones – and what tasted suspiciously like instant coffee. But the rooftop terrace? Oh, sweet, glorious rooftop terrace! That's where the magic happened. Sunsets over the city? Forget it, they were everything. Plus, some fellow travelers there were awesome, and helped me out on the most chaotic of days.
Day 1: Arrival Disaster… and a Tiny Triumph
- Morning (aka, "Lost in Translation"): Landed at José María Córdova International Airport. Figured I'd be a total pro and navigate a taxi. Yeah, right. Ended up in a shouting match (mostly me) with a driver who clearly didn't understand "Travelers Orange Suites." Finally, after what felt like an hour (probably closer to 20 minutes), we got there. Breathe.
- Afternoon (aka, "The Laundry Tango"): Checked in. Room was…fine. The AC unit sounded like a dying pterodactyl, but whatever. Immediately, I needed to wash my clothes. Turns out, the laundry service was…let's say 'idiosyncratic.' It took three phone calls, a pointed conversation with a very bewildered receptionist, and a promise to tip handsomely to actually get them back. And they were…still a bit damp. Minor disaster.
- Evening (aka, "Comida!"): Walked down the road to that local restaurant. The one with the bandeja paisa overflowing with meat, rice, beans, and an avocado the size of my head. I’m telling you, it was a carnivore's dream (or, you know, a food coma waiting to happen). Ended up talking to a guy named Carlos, and he told me all about the best places to view at the city. Got back to the hotel and crashed. Exhaustion hits hard after a long flight.
Day 2: Comuna 13: The Heartbreak and the Hope
This is where the real Medellín hits you, square in the chest.
- Morning (aka, "Losing my mind in the Metro"): Took the Metro to the Comuna 13 tour. Getting on that metro was like being in a sardine can. But you know what? Everyone helped me, even though I don't speak a word of Spanish (Google Translate is my best friend).
- Afternoon (aka, "Comuna 13: A lesson in resilience"): The tour was…a lot. Our guide – a young guy named Mateo – was fantastic. He walked us through the neighborhood, sharing stories of violence, rebirth, and incredible artistry. The graffiti! The music! The sheer vibrancy of the place, despite its heartbreaking history, was staggering. I saw a grandmother in the community who was selling arepas and she was one of the kindest human beings I've ever met. I bought at least 5 arepas from her!
- Evening (aka, "Processing"): After the tour, needed a strong drink and a quiet moment to sit and to process. It was a lot of information, and it left you wondering, "how much longer?"
Day 3: Guatapé & El Peñol- The Views That Break Your Brain
- Morning (aka, "The Mountain of Pain"): Guatapé was a 3-hour bus ride away. The bus itself was a slightly questionable vehicle, with questionable air conditioning… and a driver who clearly thought he was auditioning for Fast & Furious. I felt sick the whole way.
- Afternoon (aka, "The Escalation to Heaven"): The Rock of Guatapé, El Peñol, is a massive lump of granite with, I kid you not, 740 steps chiseled into its surface. I, a person who considers walking to the fridge a cardio workout, almost died. I legitimately thought I was going to pass out halfway up. But… the view from the top. Holy crap. The lakes, the islands, the vast expanse of the Colombian countryside… it was worth every aching muscle (and the lingering fear of a heart attack). Pure, unadulterated, brain-exploding beauty.
- Evening (aka, "Food Coma Round Two"): Guatapé itself is a charming little town, all bright colors and cobblestone streets. Had a late lunch of grilled fish, and then wandered around the streets for a late dinner of empanadas before heading back to Medellín.
Day 4: Museum of Antioquia & Botero's Sculptures!
- Morning (aka, "Art Attack"): The Museum of Antioquia. Botero's works are a bit… well, let's say "voluptuous." But also fascinating. I spent hours there, absorbing the shapes, the colors, the sheer size of his figures. It was an assault on the senses.
- Afternoon (aka, "Piazza Power"): The Plaza Botero! Seeing those sculptures in the open air, surrounded by the bustling city? It's a total Medellín moment. Watching people pose with the figures, taking selfies, laughing… it's a celebration of life, in true Botero style.
- Evening (aka, "Rooftop Therapy - Final Round"): Back to the Orange Suites, and to the rooftop. Sipping a beer, watching the sunset paint the city in oranges and purples. Thinking about the rollercoaster of emotions, the chaos, the beauty. Trying to make sense of it all. Realizing that maybe, just maybe, this is the best way to travel.
Day 5: Farewell Medellín, You Crazy City
- Morning (aka, "Last Breakfast Blues"): Another sad arepa breakfast. But the coffee was good, this time! Said goodbye to some of my favorite companions.
- Afternoon (aka, "Farewell Taxi Tango"): Managed to hail a taxi to the airport. This time, no shouting. Success! (Though, let's be honest, the taxi driver was probably just as bewildered by me as the first one).
- Evening (aka, "Goodbye, Colombia"): On the flight home, I replayed everything. I missed a lot of things. I fell in love with a lot of things. I know I'll be back.
Final Thoughts:
Medellín is not a perfect place. It's loud, chaotic, and can be overwhelming. But it's also full of warmth, resilience, and a spirit that will grab you by the heart and not let go. And yeah, the Orange Suites were fine, warts and all. They were, actually, the perfect launching pad for a trip I'll never forget.
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Medellín's Hottest Suites: Travelers Orange Awaits! (Or, you know, maybe doesn't...) My Messy, Honest Take
Okay, spill the beans. Is Travelers Orange *really* all that? I see the pictures...
Let's talk location. Is it really in the "heart of El Poblado," or is it a bit… stretched?
What about the suites themselves? Are they actually cool? I saw they have a Jacuzzi.
Alright alright, what was the Wi-Fi like? Basic stuff, I know, but crucial for surviving, right?
Let's talk about the whole "Travelers Orange" concept. Is there actually anything orange there? (Besides the name, obviously!)
What about the staff? Were they helpful? Friendly? Did they speak English?
Would you go back? Be honest!
