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When you think of the word "traveling," do you immediately envision yourself going off to new destinations with family, friends or a ificant other? Sure, traveling with others can be a fun experience, but solo hotel stays when traveling can provide you with many benefits that rarely experience while traveling with others. In fact, it can be a life-changing and growth-filled experience. Here's how. When you book a solo stay at a hotel, you'll be able to focus on yourself and easily practice self-care.
Think of a hotel as a carwash for your overactive brain.
How to spend a night solo in a hotel
I get it: hotels can be bland, impersonal places. The stuffy decor, the cookie-cutter room layout, the uneasy feeling of transience.
Certainly not in my eyes. I incorporate hotels into my life in a way that some might deem reckless, or just plain bizarre. Every now and then, I book solo hotel stays, in my own city, just because.
A safe, secure hideout away from the people and places I know, where I can just lay low and find much-needed peace and quiet. Then again, when money and time prevent a proper overseas adventure, hotels can be the next best thing.
Think of a hotel as a carwash for your brain: a well-oiled machine set up to take care of you—except instead of sprayers and sponges there are amiable doormen and nightstands rigged with bendy, gooseneck reading lamps. From the moment you check in and flip the Do Not Disturbyou answer to no one.
No nagging to-do lists, no kitchen sinks piled with dishes, no distractions, period. Love everything about them.
That miniature world and all its trappings—the friendly, costumed bellhops, the gleaming luggage carts wheeling down hallways, the abundant lounges and little lobby kiosks—exist independent from reality. Everything you need a bathroom? Golden sunlight filled the all-glass foyer, and giant aluminum shapes dangled, immense as grand pianos, on wires from foot ceilings.
In its former life, the hotel was an Embassy Suites, but rather than do away with its cavernous atrium, the deers re-purposed it as a contemporary art installation. Now, technically, anyone—guest or no guest—could just show up, poke around the lobby, take a couple selfies, and be on their way.
For the next 20 hours, I deal with a total of three people front desk agent, a smiling housekeeper, and the waiter who serves me breakfast the next morning. A break? Once inside my suite, I latch the deadbolt behind me, and do a quick lap of the space, a ritual shared by hotel geeks worldwide.
Dinner itself is a quick bagel from a nearby deli, followed by people watching outside Shake Shack, and finally, retreating to my room. A distant whoosh of taxis and pedestrians drifts in from the street below.
I shut the window and savor the sudden, uninterrupted silence. The bedside lamp glows softly.
A feeling of total calm surges through my body. Does it matter that this sanctum is temporary? That the following day, at 12 p. Not really.
Would I trade this solo hotel night for a two-week cruise down the Danube? But who has time for that?
By Alex Schechter July 14, Save Pin FB More. Credit: The Conrad. All rights reserved.
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