The business trip schedule changed, so I booked this hotel at short notice. The price was not low. I was a little surprised when I found it was a motel. Fortunately, after checking in, I felt that the hygiene was OK. It was relatively clean and I could drive my car to the door of the room. Overall, it was OK.
The room is quite clean, the facilities are quite complete, the room Wi-Fi is not very good, the hotel is at the end of Colorado Avenue, there is no big shopping center, there is a 7-11 around, walking about three minutes, next to There is a Japanese restaurant, and there are still places to eat. Breakfast is very simple, guests can eat at the in-house, so there is no room for meals.
The neon sign buzzed in the night, spelling out a crooked 'MOTEL'. A quick pull of the car door and a few steps led straight into the room, where shoe prints from the previous traveler still marked the concrete floor. Outside the window was the parking lot, with the occasional rumble of a truck engine, like the breathing sound of this small town. The sheets were clean white, smelling faintly of cheap laundry detergent. The TV offered only a few channels, and the mini-fridge held two cans of Coke. But it was precisely this 'simplicity' that offered a strange sense of peace – a place that doesn't expect anyone to stay, only welcoming weary travelers passing through. It felt like a scene from an old movie: you walk in, toss the keys on the table, and the story just begins.