Luxury Awaits: Uncover the Hidden Gem of Campo Grande's Hotel Metropolitan!
Luxury Awaits? More Like…Intrigue Awaits (and a Few Quirks) at Campo Grande’s Hotel Metropolitan!
Alright, alright, buckle up buttercups, because I've just emerged from the Hotel Metropolitan in Campo Grande, and my brain is still trying to unscramble the experience. "Luxury Awaits," the sleek brochure chirped. Well, let's just say luxury might be present, but it's definitely got a few eccentric quirks and a personality all its own. This review is going to be a chaotic, beautiful mess – much like my stay!
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First Impressions: Arrival & the "Accessibility Tango"
Okay, so accessibility. The brochure promised "facilities for disabled guests." In reality, it was more of a… dance. Let's just say navigating the lobby in a wheelchair (which, thankfully, I wasn’t using this time, but I always assess) felt like a moderately challenging obstacle course. There were ramps, yes, but some were a bit… steep. The elevators worked, thankfully, though the signage wasn’t the clearest. And while the front desk staff were incredibly friendly and eager to help, sometimes their helpfulness translated to a slightly flustered, "Let me fetch someone… (and then disappear for ten minutes)." (Accessibility)
Ramblings & Rants: The Room (and a Slight Overdose of "Safe & Sanitized")
My room? Gorgeous, actually. A spacious haven with a view that made me go, "Whoa." Seriously, the Air conditioning, Blackout curtains, the extra long bed, it was all there. Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!, yessss! Though, like, let’s be real: I also craved the Internet [LAN], for a more secure connection, in the age of constant cyber snooping. And that laptop workspace? Perfect for pretending to be a productive human. And the bathrobes? Soft, fluffy bliss.
But, and there's always a "but," the level of sanitization felt… intense. Like, maybe they'd gone a little too hard on the Anti-viral cleaning products. The room smelled of hospital, and I swear I saw a faint, shimmering aura of disinfectant. I mean, I get it, Rooms sanitized between stays, Daily disinfection in common areas. I got a glimpse of a Professional-grade sanitizing services team, too. And hey, the Hand sanitizer was plentiful.
The Room sanitization opt-out available? I didn’t even know this was a thing, and considering I wasn’t sick, well I wasn’t going to argue and the sanitization was clearly a thing. I felt like I needed a hazmat suit to breathe, but hey, I'm alive! (Cleanliness and safety)
Dining, Drinking & Snacking: The Great Buffet Adventure (and My Love-Hate Relationship with the Coffee)
Breakfast! The sacred ritual. The Breakfast [buffet] was… extensive. Seriously, so much food. Buffet in restaurant? Check. A la carte in restaurant? Also check. International cuisine in restaurant? Ditto. My stomach, however, was only capable of so much joy. The Western breakfast was fine, nothing to write home about. The Asian breakfast? Tempting, but a little beyond my comfort zone at 7 am.
The coffee, though… oh, the coffee! The Coffee/tea in restaurant, Coffee shop, it was a rollercoaster. Sometimes, it was a magical nectar of the gods, perfectly balanced. Other times? Bitter, weak, and tasted vaguely of despair. I couldn't figure it out! (Dining, drinking, and snacking)
They provided Bottle of water, which was, of course, a necessity. The Poolside bar was… charming. It offered a nice array of drinks, but was pretty much the only thing open at the side of the hotel, so, you got what you got.
Relaxation & Recreation: Spa, Pool, and the Elusive "Body Scrub"
The Swimming pool [outdoor] was stunning. Seriously. The Pool with view made me want to stay there for a whole day. The Fitness center – well, I peeked in. Gym/fitness, I mean, I meant to work out. But the pull of the pool was too strong.
The Spa? Promised bliss. Spa/sauna? They had them. Steamroom. The Massage was tempting. But the Body scrub, Body wrap, I didn't experience them! I'm sure they were wonderful.
Things to Do: The Usual (and the Slightly Unusual)
There was even a Shrine. Not sure why, but it's Hotel chain! And for the For the kids, they had Babysitting service, which is nice to know, even if I didn’t require it, it was available. The Gift/souvenir shop was stocked with the usual tourist trinkets. Important note there was a Smoke alarms in the rooms and the building, but surprisingly, the Smoking area looked quite well kept.
Services & Conveniences: Cash, Concierge, and the Quest for the Iron
The Concierge was brilliant, securing me a taxi with ease (though the language barrier was…fun). Cash withdrawal, check. Currency exchange, also check. Daily housekeeping? Absolutely.
The one HUGE frustration was the Ironing service. I travel for work so there was an Ironing facilities, but it was in the other hotel building! I had to put on my walking shoes and hoof it over there. (I’m not going to even mention the elevator situation again!).
My Verdict: A Slightly Flawed Gem?
Look, the Hotel Metropolitan isn’t perfect. It’s got some quirks. The intense\ sanitization can feel a little overwhelming. The breakfast coffee is a gamble. The accessibility… could use some tweaks.
BUT.
It’s got charm. The staff is genuinely friendly and helpful, even when navigating the occasional language barrier. The rooms are beautiful. The pool is a dream. And there's a sense of history and character that you don't get in every cookie-cutter hotel.
Here's the thing: If you're looking for a flawlessly polished, utterly sterile hotel experience, maybe this isn't it. But if you're looking for an adventure, a place with personality, and a base from which to explore Campo Grande… then Luxury Awaits, Uncover the Hidden Gem of Campo Grande's Hotel Metropolitan! (Well, maybe "Hidden Gem" is a slight exaggeration, but you understand). I'd go back. In fact, I'm already plotting my return, armed with a travel iron and a prayer for good coffee.
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Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because this isn't your grandma's meticulously planned itinerary. We're diving headfirst into Campo Grande, Brazil, with a stay at the (hopefully not too Metropolitan) Hotel Metropolitan. This is gonna be less "smooth sailing" and more "trying not to spill caipirinhas on your passport."
Day 1: Arrival, Confusion, and the Quest for the Perfect Pão de Queijo
- 10:00 AM (ish): Arrive at Campo Grande Airport (CGR). Expect a glorious burst of humidity. Immediately begin sweating. Curse my decision to wear jeans. (Note to self: Pack more linen. Seriously.)
- 10:30 AM (ish): Taxi ride to Hotel Metropolitan. The driver, bless his heart, probably doesn’t speak a word of English. Communication mostly involves frantic hand gestures and me pointing at the hotel address on my phone. Think I may have accidentally agreed to a singing lesson. We'll see.
- 11:00 AM (more or less, who's counting?): Check in. The lobby is… well, it’s a lobby. Seems clean enough. Breathe a sigh of relief. Actually find a decent armchair in my room. Bonus!
- 11:30 AM - 1:00 PM: The holy grail quest. Pão de Queijo. I've been dreaming of this cheesy, chewy bread for weeks. Have read reviews, and the hotel breakfast might have some. Prepare for disappointment (always a safe bet with hotel food, amiright?), but also, hope. Scout the hotel grounds like a caffeinated hawk.
- 1:00 PM – 3:00 PM: Lunch. Ended up finding a small restaurant that's serving "Comida Caseira". It's probably the best thing I've ever eaten. It's a buffet, and I fear I may have overeaten. I'm talking serious cultural immersion here, people.
- 3:00 PM – 5:00 PM: Nap-time. Jet lag and the buffet have conspired to knock me out.
- 5:00 PM – 7:00 PM: Stumble around (more like waddle, post-lunch) the neighbourhood. Found a cute little park. Played “spot the Capybara” (didn't spot any, sadly). Buy a bottle of water (seriously, the humidity is evil).
- 7:00 PM: Dinner, most likely at a local steakhouse. Going to try and find a good Picanha. Will report back. Pray for me, and my digestive system.
Day 2: The Wetlands and the Existential Crisis (with a side of Iguana)
- 8:00 AM (ish): Breakfast. The moment of truth: The Pão de Queijo situation. Dear god, they are divine! Crispy on the outside, gooey on the inside, cheesy perfection. I may have eaten three. Judge me.
- 9:00 AM: Guided tour of the Pantanal Wetlands. Excited and apprehensive. The reviews are mixed, but this is supposed to be the highlight of the trip.
- 9:15 AM: Wait, where is everybody? We're the only ones on the excursion. The guide looks mildly annoyed, but also very happy. I am extremely happy as well.
- 9:30 AM: On the boat, the air smells of freedom. This is spectacular.
- 10:00 AM: The wetlands are vast. Seeing capybaras in their natural habitat. And an iguana. Actually pretty large.
- 11:00 AM: Existential Crisis #1: Are we just tiny specks on a vast, indifferent planet?
- 11:15 AM: Existential Crisis #2: How does my camera lens keep getting foggy?
- 12:00 PM: Picnic lunch by the river. The guide makes it. The food is excellent.
- 1:00 PM: More boat ride. More glorious scenery. More existential drama.
- 3:00 PM: Back at the hotel. Collapse on my bed. Take a long look at my soul. And also the ceiling fan.
- 4:00 PM: Write postcards. Send one to my mom. Another to my ex. (Maybe he'll be jealous?)
- 7:00 PM: Dinner. Probably the steakhouse again. I'm a creature of habit. And need to carb-load because…
- 8:00 PM: The hotel has a pool. Time for a night swim. Hopefully the water is not too cold.
Day 3: Culture Clash and Culinary Chaos
- 9:00 AM: Breakfast. More Pão de Queijo. This time, I'm taking a few to go. No regrets!
- 10:00 AM: Explore the town. Want to explore a museum, maybe. Get lost. Wander for an hour; find a tiny coffee shop. Amazing coffee, and they don’t speak English. Attempt to order pastries using only gestures and a very charming smile. Success!
- 12:00 PM: Lunch. Try some street food. This is where things get interesting. Find a food stand selling fried things. Brave the unknown. Eat the fried food. It’s… interesting.
- 1:00 PM - 4:00 PM: Another nap. Clearly, I'm not built for this level of adventure.
- 4:00 PM: Head to the market. I hope it's open.
- 5:00 PM: Try to find some specific souvenirs. I really need to buy some for my friends. Struggle with haggling, but enjoy the process.
- 7:00 PM: Dinner. I think I'll order a Pizza.
- 9:00 PM: Go to sleep. Sleep. I want sleep.
Day 4: Departure (and the inevitable post-trip blues)
- 8:00 AM: Breakfast. The last Pão de Queijo. Sob.
- 9:00 AM: Pack. Try to remember where I put the adaptor. Always the adaptor. Fail. Find it anyway.
- 10:00 AM: Check out. Say goodbye to the friendly staff. Maybe try to have a conversation in (very) broken Portuguese.
- 10:30 AM: Taxi to the airport.
- 12:00 PM: Flight. Reflect on the trip. Think about those perfect little cheese rolls. Start planning my return.
- On the plane: Begin planning my return.
- Post-trip: Spend the next month dreaming of Campo Grande, Pão de Queijo, and that incredibly humid air.
Important Notes:
- This itinerary is highly subject to change. Spontaneity is the spice of life, or something.
- Portuguese? I'm learning phrases, but mostly relying on my (terrible) Spanish and a lot of pointing.
- Remember to pack bug spray. Seriously.
- Most importantly: Embrace the chaos. It's half the fun.
Luxury Awaits? More Like... An Adventure! Campo Grande's Hotel Metropolitan, Unpacked (and Probably Slightly Messed Up)
Okay, spill the beans. Is the Hotel Metropolitan REALLY "luxury?" My wallet's already weeping.
Luxury? Oof. That word gets thrown around like confetti at a Brazilian carnival. In Campo Grande? Well, let's just say "luxury" is up for interpretation. It's more like… *considered* luxury. Think: a really, REALLY nice room, a decent pool (though the kids’ screams might shatter your Zen), and a breakfast buffet that’ll make you question all your life choices (in a good way, mostly). It ain't the Four Seasons, honey. But for what you're getting… it's certainly *trying* to be fancy. It's like that friend who *almost* pulls off the perfect outfit.
The *Rooms*. Tell me about the rooms! Are they… you know… clean? Like, *really* clean?
Alright, the rooms. The *rooms*… Okay, so they *start* off clean. Let's get that out there. Like, spotless upon arrival. BUT. And this is a big but… you're in Brazil, people. And things happen. I, personally, walked into my room one day and found a tiny, *tiny* ant parade marching across my desk. Not an infestation, mind you. More like a determined scouting party. A little bit of ant genocide (with a tissue, I swear!), and we were good. The cleaning service is generally good, but keeping things pristine is a Sisyphean task in that climate, I suspect. So, yes, CLEAN, but maybe don't leave crumbs lying around. That's my advice!
What's the pool like? I need my daily swim fix.
The pool! Ah, the pool. Think of it as the social hub of the hotel. You get a mix of families splashing, couples canoodling, and the solo travelers desperately clinging to a book, all vying for a decent sun lounger. It's clean, which is a plus. There's a bar nearby which, let's be honest, is the most important thing. The cocktails aren't exactly craft cocktails, think more along the lines of... well, let's just say it's better to be safe than sorry on the alcohol front. And the kids, bless their hearts, are ALWAYS in it. The screaming? A constant soundtrack. If you're seeking silent contemplation, find a different water source. But if you're up for a spirited dip and a bit of people-watching? It's a winner.
Breakfast Buffet: Is it the stuff of legends, or a source of existential dread?
The breakfast buffet. Oh, the breakfast buffet. It's… something. It's vast. Seriously, you could get lost in the sheer *quantity* of food. Pastries that look suspiciously perfect (suspect!), fresh fruit piled high (go for the passion fruit, trust me), eggs cooked to order (sometimes with a weird, almost rubbery texture), and enough bread-based carbohydrates to fuel a small army. I swear, once I took a bite of something, had a realization, had to go back to the table I have left on the food, and it's all a bit much, it's almost too much. It's a chaotic, delicious, slightly overwhelming experience. Go hungry. Be prepared to overeat. Embrace the bloat. And then nap the day away.
What about the staff? Are they helpful? Do they, you know, *understand* you? (My Portuguese is terrible.)
The staff... Ah, the staff. Mostly wonderful. They try. They *really* try. My Portuguese is abysmal, and they were remarkably patient with me, even when I attempted to order a "gostoso" (delicious) instead of what I *meant* to say, “água” (water). There are a few who speak English, but embrace the Google Translate, folks. It's part of the adventure! Now, I *did* have one slightly… awkward interaction with the concierge where I was convinced the hotel was going to charge back my CC with something, but it cleared up, in the end, after a bit of confusion. I can attribute that to a combination of my terrible Portuguese and maybe a slight communication gap. Overall? They're lovely. Give them a smile, be patient, and they *will* do their best.
Is the location convenient for, like, exploring Campo Grande?
Location, location, location! The Hotel Metropolitan is… okay. It’s not in the dead center of all the action, but it’s a relatively easy taxi or Uber ride to most places. There are a few restaurants and shops nearby, which is handy. You won't be stumbling out of a bar and falling into your room. But it's a decent base from which to explore. Think of it like a launching pad.
Okay, so the "luxury" is a bit… flexible. Anything I REALLY need to know before booking?
Okay, here's the real deal: * **Embrace the Imperfections:** This isn't the Ritz. There might be hiccups. Roll with it. That's part of the fun, isn't it? * **Pack Bug Spray:** Especially if you're going during the wet season. Trust me on this one. * **Learn a Few Basic Portuguese Phrases:** "Obrigado/a" (thank you), "Por favor" (please), and "Água" (water) will get you a long way. * **Bargain!** If the prices are a bit too high for your tastes, try haggling, especially with taxis or local shops. * **The WiFi:** It can be… spotty. Download your Netflix shows beforehand. * **Go with an open mind and a sense of humor.** Seriously. You're in Campo Grande! Embrace the unexpected, laugh at the silly mishaps, and enjoy the ride. And the buffet. Did I mention THE BUFFET?!
The most important question! What's *the best* thing about the Hotel Metropolitan?
Okay, the absolute best thing? For me? It's the *vibe*. It’s not stuffy. It’s not pretentious. It's a place where you can just *be*. Wear your swimsuit to breakfast (I did!), order a second caipirinha by the pool (guilty!), and not feel judged. It's a place where you can relax, soak up the sun, and feel like you're actually *on vacation*. That, myNomadic Stays
