I rarely get to experience such a treat as the Four Seasons Miami. Why? I'm just too cheap! But this visit was paid for by a company which was holding their annual meeting there. I am SO lucky...really, I mean that...SO lucky!
People, take it from Frugal Dan, someday, one day, you MUST break down, splurge, and stay here. YOU WILL LOVE IT! The rooms are EXQUISITE. The bath AREA (I can't call it a bathroom; it takes up 1/3 of the entire room, which is large to begin with) makes me wish I were a rich man. I'd remodel my house and make the bathroom an exact duplicate of what the Four Seasons Miami has done here. Soft lighting under the cabinets, near floor level. Gorgeous marble countertop. Shower area meant for the gods. Separate, French-style toilet room. With a phone on the wall (okay, that was little gross--I'll leave that off my home remodeling plans). A swing-out, magnifying vanity mirror had me plucking ear hairs I didn't know existed until I stayed here. Holy Crap, look at those ear hairs! Jeez! Got 'em.
The harbour & ocean view was amazing--of course, when you come down from Canada in March, and you know Spring at home is still three months away, any view with sandy beaches and palm trees is pretty spectacular.
The bed was huge and impossibly comfortable. I slept so well that I was afraid I might not wake up. Why would you want to, when sleeping is this great?
I like a good TV with my favourite business channels, and this one delivered. It was huge--should have invited the neighbourhood in for a bootleg movie night--the money I could have made!
Finally, the pool. Huge and awesome. You must float on your back, look up at the hotel, try to find your room on the kazillionth floor, and think how great life is at this moment. Just do it, you'll see what I mean.
And on my way back to my room from the pool, I had the distinct pleasure of passing by the poolside pre-game strategy session of the visiting Brooklyn Nets. Stuff like that doesn't happen at Motel 6, folks.
I've been thinking...surely there must have been SOMETHING negative about my stay there. And I had to scratch around the cat litter box to remember this: Walking into the hotel seemed a bit awkward. Not sure why. Something about coming from the free light rail stop nearby and having to negotiate one's way to the other side of the building and then up a floor to the front desk. And then it hit me. I think it is all about security. And being ready for the Zombie Apocalypse, which you KNOW is coming. Requiring guests to figure out how to get up a floor, through a well-controlled entrance, keeps the other 99% roughians (and zombies, too) in check.
So do yourself a favour. Stay here. You will love it. Guaranteed.