Escape to Paradise: Howard Johnson Ft. Myers - Your Florida Oasis Awaits!
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because this is NOT going to be one of those boring, cookie-cutter hotel reviews. We’re diving HEADFIRST into Escape to Paradise: Howard Johnson Ft. Myers, and it’s gonna be… well, it’s gonna be something. Let’s be honest, sometimes a Howard Johnson feels like a gamble. But hey, paradise, right? Let’s see if this Ft. Myers location lives up to the promise.
First Impressions: The Accessibility Angle (and My Immediate Panic Attack)
Okay, so, the website claims to be accessible. Big words, right? Let's dissect this. I’m talking, like, actually USEABLE accessibility. “Facilities for disabled guests” is vague. Do they have ramps? Are the hallways wide enough to navigate with a… well, let’s just say my equipment? Can you actually get into the pool, or is it just a pretty picture with a shallow end that taunts you? Ugh. This is where I start sweating. I NEED to confirm all of this BEFORE I even dream of booking. Okay, deep breaths. Website. Phone calls. Pictures. The whole nine yards. I’d be furious if I rolled up and was greeted with a flight of stairs and a shrug. More on this later, because the initial research is crucial. This is not just a nice-to-have, it's a MUST HAVE.
Cleanliness & Safety: Covid-Era Anxiety and a Whole Lot of Hand Sanitizer
Alright, let's rip the band-aid off: COVID. It's still a thing. And my brain is a festering swamp of worry. Good news, this place seems to be taking it seriously. Anti-viral cleaning products, daily disinfection in common areas, individually-wrapped food options… these are good signs. "Rooms sanitized between stays" is comforting, as is the "staff trained in safety protocol." Hand sanitizer? YES, please. I’m practically drowning in the stuff already.
Here’s where it gets personal (and maybe a little messy): The "Room sanitization opt-out available" throws me. Like, you can choose to NOT have your room sanitized? Why?! This is the stuff that gets me up at 3 am, heart racing. It’s a total paradox – they’re trying to protect us but also offering a risky option. It doesn’t inspire confidence, does it? It is what it is. I guess. I'll be asking a lot of questions about this.
The Food Fiasco (or, "Where's the Pad Thai?")
Okay, the food situation. Breakfast (buffet) is a gamble, post-pandemic. I’m picturing lukewarm scrambled eggs and a lonely, dried-out bagel. But, Asian breakfast suggests, they're at least trying to cater to different tastes, which is a plus. The presence of bothAsian cuisine in restaurant and Western cuisine in restaurant also sounds promising and is something other hotels could learn and adopt.
But let's get real. Bottle of water. Essential. Coffee/tea in restaurant. Important. Room service [24-hour]. A lifesaver after a long flight. Poolside bar. Hello, vacation! Snack bar. Perfect for those mid-afternoon hunger pangs. The Vegetarian restaurant mention is a must for this day and age and the Coffee shop, hopefully, with good coffee, is always welcome. A la carte in restaurant, Desserts in restaurant, Happy hour - sounds fun.
This is where I stumble. I need to know how good the food is. Website reviews will be crucial. Are the restaurants actually worth eating at, or am I better off grabbing takeout? A mediocre hotel restaurant can ruin a trip! I'm going to spend hours researching this. Hours.
The "Things To Do" Tangent: Relaxation vs. Relentless Activity
Right, so, let's talk relaxation. The Pool with view better be a good one, because I’m expecting a spectacular view. The Sauna, Spa, Spa/sauna, Steamroom, Swimming pool, Swimming pool [outdoor]? All good signs of an attempt at pampering. Now, let’s be clear, I'm a sucker for a good soak, and a bit of Massage sounds divine. Body scrub, Body wrap, Foot bath… ok, this is starting to sound expensive.
But, hold on. Fitness center and Gym/fitness? For me, this might as well be a torture chamber. I mean, who even likes working out on vacation? Maybe if the fitness center has a TV and a really good view, I might give it a look. Emphasis on might.
My Perfect Day: The Stream-of-Consciousness Edition
Picture this: I wake up in a non-smoking room (thank the heavens). The blackout curtains are drawn, because, I need to sleep in. Complimentary tea is waiting, because, let's be honest, I need tea. The air conditioning better be working perfectly. I slowly sip my tea. The wake-up service rings (a little late, because, let's face it, I sleep through everything). The daily housekeeping is, of course, doing their thing.
I head for the pool. That pool with a view must be something special. I'm not usually the "by the pool" type, but if it’s amazing, I might actually stay there all day. Sun, drink, and a good book. The dream. I might even actually hit the sauna. Then… a massage. I'd happily be wrapped in a body wrap or at least attempt to.
Then, at dinner, the Asian restaurant. Assuming it's good, maybe try some pad thai. Okay, I'm actually getting excited! After dinner, a cocktail at the bar and maybe, just maybe, a quick dip in a hot tub.
The Dark Side (the Imperfections and the "Things That Could Go Wrong")
Okay, let’s be honest. This is where the cracks appear. Internet access – wireless and Wi-Fi [free]. Great… assuming it actually works. I need good internet access. My phone is practically glued to my hand, and I have to keep up with work. Desk, laptop workspace? Crucial.
Then there are the little things that can make or break a trip. Ironing facilities. Because I have to look decent at dinner. The elevator - is it reliable? Is it a creaky, ancient beast? Pets allowed unavailable: a downer for pet lovers. Car park [free of charge], I'm happy to see, but I am not sure how it is managed at this point of the time. Additional toilet – always a plus, especially with kids or when your stomach is acting up.
The Big Picture: Does "Paradise" Actually Exist Here?
Alright, so, is this truly an "Escape to Paradise"? We'll see. It depends on the details. The accessibility needs to be verified in detail. The food needs to be good. The internet needs to be reliable. And the overall vibe has to be… well, relaxing.
My Unfiltered, Messy, and Highly Opinionated Conclusion:
I’m cautiously optimistic. The Howard Johnson Ft. Myers seems like a decent option. It has the potential for a good trip. But, the devil is in the details. I’m betting on the pool, the bar, and the potential for a really, REALLY relaxing massage.
The "Book Now" Pitch (Because, Let's Be Honest, That's What This Is All About):
Escape to Paradise: Howard Johnson Ft. Myers – Your Florida Oasis Awaits!
Feeling the Florida sun calling? Craving a stress-free getaway? Then stop dreaming and start booking! The Escape to Paradise: Howard Johnson Ft. Myers offers everything you need for a perfect escape.
We're offering:
- Relaxation Redefined: Enjoy breathtaking views from our sparkling outdoor pool, melt your stress away in our spa and sauna, and indulge in rejuvenating massages and body treatments. Perfect for solo travelers and couples alike.
- Culinary Adventures: Indulge in delicious breakfast and Asian and Western cuisine. Or hit up a poolside bar!
- Pure Comfort and Convenience: Spacious, well-appointed rooms with free Wi-Fi, air conditioning, and all the amenities you need for a comfortable and relaxing stay.
- Safety First: Rest assured with our enhanced cleaning protocols, including anti-viral cleaning products, daily disinfection of common areas, and individually-wrapped food options.
But Here’s the Deal…
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Alright, buckle up, buttercups. This ain't your perfectly curated travel blog post. This is me, mentally unpacking from a trip to the Howard Johnson in Fort Myers, Florida, and let me tell you… it was a trip.
Day 1: The Arrival That Was Supposed to Be a Breeze (Narrator voice: It wasn’t)
1:00 PM: Arrival at Southwest Florida International Airport (RSW). Okay, so, picture this: me, sweating like a sinner in church, wrestling a suitcase that's clearly plotting my demise, and the glorious Florida sun beating down like a judgmental parent. Pre-trip, I thought, "Easy peasy, lemon squeezy! Flight, rental car, pool!" Ha. Jokes on me. The rental car line – a snake of humanity stretching longer than a CVS receipt. I’m pretty sure I aged a decade just standing there.
2:30 PM: Conquering the Rental Car (and Mild Existential Dread). Finally! I grab my little sedan, feeling like a gladiator after a hard-won battle. Then… the GPS. Oh, the GPS. Let's just say it sent me on a scenic tour of Fort Myers, which mostly involved me yelling at a robot voice and questioning my life choices. At one point, I muttered, "Are you sure this is the best route, HAL 9000?" (I may or may not have been dehydrated.)
3:30 PM: Check-in at Howard Johnson (Yay, Air Conditioning!). Found the HoJo! It was the beacon of hope in a sea of traffic. Check-in was painless, thank the heavens. The lobby? Smelled faintly of chlorine and the ghosts of family vacations past. I swear I saw an inflatable pool toy still floating in the corner of the lobby.
4:00 PM: Room Inspection & Initial Disappointment. Room check. It's… well, it's a room. Everything was in place. But it smelled. It smelled like a combination of old carpet and slightly stale air. I opened the window to air it out a bit, and that’s when I heard the first seagull.
5:00 PM: Poolside Reconnaissance & the Great Sunburn of '23. The pool! This was the dream, the reason I'd come. The reality? A chlorinated paradise… populated mostly by screaming children and teenagers. The water was the perfect temperature. But, I decided to use some sunscreen. I lathered up my face, thinking, "I've got this." Turns out, I don’t. Let’s just say I got my back pretty tan.
7:00 PM: Dinner - A Quest for Food. After a shower and the promise of a new day, I went in search of food…
Day 2: Double the Fun, Double the Misery
9:00 AM: Free Continental Breakfast (Don't Judge Me). Seriously, don't judge. I needed sustenance. The continental breakfast? A questionable spread of sugary cereals, plastic-wrapped pastries, and coffee that tasted vaguely of dirt and regret. I had three croissants, so what?
10:00 AM: Exploring the Beach I decided to head to the beach anyway. But, you know, I was a bit out of it (the sunburn). I drove to Fort Myers Beach as I planned and I found a park. I was expecting a beach, but it was all trees.
12:00 PM: Lunch at a Dingy Diner (The Hamburger of Despair). It looked promising from the outside, vintage signage and all. The inside? Well, let's just say the flies were enjoying lunch, too. I ordered a burger. The burger was dry, the fries soggy, and the experience… well, it inspired a deep philosophical question: "What is the meaning of a bad burger?"
2:00 PM: Pool Time (Round Two). Back to the pool. Maybe I have high expectations. This time, armed with a trashy novel and a determined spirit (and more sunscreen!), I actually managed to relax. Briefly. Until a gaggle of overly enthusiastic kids started using me as a springboard.
4:00 PM: Nap Attempts & Internal Grumbling. I retreated to the room, hoping for a pre-dinner nap. Nope. The air conditioning unit was apparently possessed by a poltergeist. Between the groaning and clanking, I got maybe thirty minutes of actual sleep.
6:00 PM: Dinner, Take Two (and a Lesson in Self-Care). Went to the nearby restaurant. The food was ok, nothing special. Went back to the hotel. Back to the hotel. The quiet was peaceful. Back to the room for some quiet.
Day 3: The Departure (and a Tear or Two? Okay, Maybe One.)
9:00 AM: Another Free Breakfast. Same story, different day. But you know what? I ate my plastic-wrapped Danish with a newfound appreciation. Perspective, people!
10:00 AM: Last Swim & Farewell to the Pool. I actually managed to have a nice, peaceful swim. Even some of the kids were gone. The water, for the last time, was perfect.
11:00 AM: Check-Out & Goodbye to My Little HoJo Haven. I feel accomplished. I conquered the HoJo. I survived Fort Myers. I’m out.
12:00 PM: Drive to RSW & The Existential Dread of Leaving. Driving back to the airport. The GPS mocked me, but I had to admit, I sort of knew the route, thanks to all the wrong turns. I felt somewhat at peace.
1:00 PM: Airport Shenanigans & The Final Farewell. Airport security was a mess, of course. Then, after a long wait, I boarded the flight.
Final Thoughts:
So, the Howard Johnson? It wasn’t the Ritz, and I wouldn't say I'm in any kind of hurry to go back. But, you know what? It was a place. A place that provided a roof, some questionable free breakfasts, and a pool. And, for a few days, I was there. I lived, I suffered, I ate a burger that haunts my dreams. And, you know what? I wouldn't trade it for the world. Okay, maybe I would trade it for a week in the Caribbean, but you get the point. It was a truly humbling experience, which is what the best trips are. So, if you're looking for a luxurious getaway, look elsewhere. But if you're looking for a messy, honest, funny, absolutely human adventure… well, the HoJo might just be the place for you. Just bring a good book, a strong sense of humor, and enough sunscreen to last a lifetime. And maybe earplugs. You've been warned. I am happy to be home.
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Escape to Paradise: Howard Johnson Ft. Myers - Your Florida Oasis... Well, Maybe! - FAQs (With a Dose of Reality)
Okay, so... is it *actually* paradise? Or is it just... Fort Myers?
Alright, let's get real. Paradise? That's a *strong* word. More like... a perfectly decent, budget-friendly launchpad for experiencing the *actual* paradise of Southwest Florida. Think of the Howard Johnson as your trusty, slightly-worn beach towel: functional, gets the job done, and hey, it might even have a stain or two (just like life, right?). It's not the Four Seasons, people. I mean, last time I went, the vending machine ate my dollar. But, the price? You might be able to afford to use it to get a good deal around the area.
What's the deal with the location? Is it close to the beach? (Please, please say yes!)
Yes... and no. The Howard Johnson is centrally located, which *sounds* amazing on paper. It *kinda* is. You're not right on the beach, which, to be frank, is a blessing in disguise if you're on a budget. You're a short drive away from some fantastic beaches (Sanibel, Fort Myers Beach - *amazing* sunsets), and trust me, the drive is worth the savings. But be warned: traffic can be...well...Floridian. Plan accordingly, especially if you're trying to hit the beach before the sun decides to become your personal inferno.
The Rooms! Are they... decent? (I'm picturing something from a horror film.)
Okay, deep breaths. Don't freak out. They're *generally* okay. Look, let's be honest, you're not paying for luxury here. You're paying for a place to sleep, shower, and escape the Florida humidity (which, seriously, is a beast). I've stayed in rooms that were perfectly fine, clean, and functional. And then... I stayed in *one* room once where I swore a tiny gnome was living in the air conditioning unit. It was sputtering and wheezing all night. But hey, it gave the whole experience a certain... *charm*, right? (I should probably mention this up front: not every room will be an experience) Make sure you inspect the room immediately upon arrival. Complain immediately if something's wrong. Don't be shy!
What kind of amenities are we talking about? (Free continental breakfast? Please say yes!)
Ah, yes, the all-important amenities. The holy grail of the budget traveler. Yes, there's *usually* free breakfast. Sometimes it's adequate. Sometimes it's...let's just say it involves a waffle maker and the questionable use of processed cheese. But hey, free is free, and waffles are waffles, right? There's a pool, which is a *lifesaver* in the Florida heat (and sometimes, the water is almost clean). Expect the pool to be busy. A LOT of people are staying there. I've seen more than one epic pool-noodle battle. And you know what else? There's *usually* Wi-Fi. (Don't bank on it being lightning-fast, though. You might have better luck connecting to the local squirrels.)
Is there anything *really* special about this place? A hidden gem? A secret? Anything?
Okay, I'll be honest. "Special" is... a strong word. But here's a weird anecdote for you. On my last trip, I saw a lizard the size of my forearm lounging on a palm tree right outside my window. That was memorable. And there's this one little Italian restaurant down the street... it’s *amazing*. Okay, maybe the "secret" is the *potential* for a good adventure, not the hotel itself. Seriously, find that hidden gem. And... embrace the unexpected. Expect imperfections. That's part of the Florida charm! Especially in a place like this. You'll probably meet some interesting people. Possibly a talking parrot. Maybe, just maybe, a very friendly, very large lizard.
And here's a super important thing: it's *affordable*. You'll be able to afford to *actually* enjoy your vacation instead of agonizing about the money.
Parking! Do I need to worry about parking? (I hate parking.)
Parking? Ugh, the bane of every traveler's existence. So, the good news is: *usually* yes, there's parking. The bad news is: it can get a bit cramped, especially during peak season. It's not exactly a parking *lot*, it's parking *spaces*. Again, not a disaster, but be prepared to circle a bit, especially if you're arriving late at night. But look at the bright side: at least you don't have to pay for it. Free parking! That’s a win.
What's the vibe? Is it family-friendly? Party central? Quiet retreat?
It's... a mix. Definitely family-friendly, you’ll see kids running around. But it’s also a budget-friendly choice, so you get a diverse crowd. It's not *Party Central* unless you happen to be a particularly rowdy waffle-eating enthusiast. I'd say it leans towards laid-back and easygoing. Mostly. You might hear some doors slamming, some kids playing in the pool... and once, I swear, I heard a full mariachi band practice. But hey, it's Florida. Embrace the chaos. Or, you know, invest in some noise-canceling headphones.
Alright, hit me with the harsh truth. What's a potential *downside*?
Okay, buckle up. The Howard Johnson isn't perfect. Here's the unvarnished truth: the cleaning staff sometimes seem to be on a different planet. Or maybe they just have a *very* relaxed definition of "clean." Check the bedding. Check the corners. Bring your own Lysol wipes. Also, the walls aren't soundproof. You *will* hear your neighbors. Especially if they are also enjoying a late-night waffle-making session.
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