Unbelievable Aspen Views: Your Independence Square 202 Luxury Suite Awaits!
Unbelievable Aspen Views: My Love/Hate Affair with Independence Square 202 (And Why You SHOULD Book It)
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because I’m about to unpack my Aspen experience at "Unbelievable Aspen Views: Your Independence Square 202 Luxury Suite Awaits!" And trust me, it was… well, it was something. Think a high-end, slightly chaotic mountain getaway. Prepare to have your expectations both exceeded and slightly side-eyed. This isn't your perfectly curated Instagram review. This is real talk.
First off, the View (and the "Unbelievable" Part):
Listen, they weren't kidding. The views? Unreal. Especially at sunrise, when the mountains turn all kinds of pink and gold. Seriously, I almost cried. Almost. Spent my entire morning just staring out the window. I’m a sucker for a good view.
Accessibility & Getting Around (Because, Let's Face It, Aspen Can Be a Beast):
Now, I’m not wheelchair-bound, but I do appreciate a place that thinks about accessibility. (And, let's be honest, Aspen has serious elevation.) I noted:
- Elevator: HUGE plus. Especially after a day of, you know, pretending to be athletic.
- Car Park [free of charge]: This is a gold mine in Aspen, people. Free parking? Score!
- Airport transfer: Didn't use it, but good to know it's available.
- Taxi service: Well, it’s Aspen. Taxis exist, but be prepared to pay!
- Car park [on-site]: And there’s also paid parking for those who want a bit more secure…
The Suite Itself (Luxury with a Sprinkle of “Oh, Really?”):
Okay, the suite. Independence Square 202. Sounds swanky, right? It IS. Mostly. Picture this: a massive bed, a fireplace that actually WORKS (thank goodness!), and a bathroom that's bigger than my first apartment. The bathrobes and slippers were a godsend after a brutal day of skiing (see: falling down a lot).
- Air conditioning: Yes, and thankfully so. Sometimes the mountain sun is too much.
- Blackout curtains: Saved my sleep (and my sanity) after those late-night happy hours.
- Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!: Necessary in today's world.
- Internet access - LAN: for those who need an extra secure connection.
- Mini bar: Stocked, but expensive. Prepare your wallet.
- Complimentary tea: Always a welcome addition.
- Daily housekeeping: My room wasn’t perfectly spotless every day, but things were always spruced up and I appreciated it.
- Refrigerator: Perfect for keeping my champagne cold.
- On-demand movies: Essential for lazy evenings.
- Seating area: Nice, but I kind of cluttered it with my ski gear!
- Wake-up service: Actually used it, and it worked. Miraculous.
Now, here’s the "Oh, Really?" part: The room decorations weren’t exactly cohesive. Think "mountain luxe" meets "random art found in storage." It was, shall we say, eclectic. But who am I kidding? I was there for the view (and the champagne).
Food, Glorious Food (and the occasional "meh" experience):
Okay, dining. A mixed bag!
Breakfast [buffet]: Solid, but not mind-blowing. The Asian breakfast option was particularly intriguing. (I didn't love it, to be honest. It was more of an 'experiment').
Restaurants: Didn’t try every single one. But the "Western cuisine" place was delicious. The "Happy hour" was fun. The "Poolside bar" was a little pricey for a drink… but the view made it worth it.
Room service [24-hour]: Used it, loved it. Especially after a long day of… well, doing nothing.
Coffee shop: Great for a quick caffeine fix (needed it!).
Snack bar: Handy.
Vegetarian restaurant - I didn't even know this was in Aspen!
A la carte in restaurant - Great when you want a more intimate sit-down meal,
Desserts in restaurant - I did this one. Delicious!
Things to Do (and Ways to REALLY Relax):
This is where Unbelievable Aspen Views truly shines. Seriously, prepare to be pampered.
Swimming pool [outdoor]: Heated, with a view of the mountains. Pure bliss.
Pool with view: Yes, I needed to state this twice because it's THAT good.
Spa: Oh. My. Goodness. The spa is incredible. I had a massage that was so good, I nearly fell asleep on the massage table. The therapists are angels. The spa's sauna and steamroom were the perfect way to sweat out the toxins (and the lingering effects of my happy hour adventures).
Fitness center: I intended to go. I really did. But, you know, champagne and naps…
Body scrub: It was heavenly. Seriously, book one.
Sauna, Spa/sauna, Steamroom: All of them are there for maximum self-care.
Massage - The therapist did a fantastic job with my tight neck.
Gym/fitness - I made good use of it.
Foot bath - I have always loved foot baths, and this one didn't disappoint.
Gym/fitness - They had all the necessary machines.
Things to do - you'll want to spend a day or two around the town, and enjoy the attractions!
Cleanliness and Safety (Because We're All a Little Germ-Conscious Now):
I was impressed with their COVID protocols.
- Anti-viral cleaning products: Good!
- Hand sanitizer: EVERYWHERE.
- Rooms sanitized between stays: Reassuring.
- Staff trained in safety protocol: They were certainly friendly and knowledgeable on all matters.
Services and Conveniences (Because Life's Easier When You're Pampered):
- Concierge: Super helpful, especially with booking restaurants and making ski reservations.
- Cash withdrawal: Essential for those last-minute souvenir purchases.
- Laundry service: Saved my bacon after a particularly messy fondue incident.
- Daily housekeeping: My room was tidy, even when I wasn’t. I also appreciated the complimentary coffee and tea refills.
- Doorman: Fancy.
- Elevator: Also essential.
Things I Didn’t Try (But You Might Want To):
- Babysitting service: I don't have children, but good for you if you do!
- Business facilities: Didn't need 'em this time.
- Couple's room: Next time, Aspen, next time…
My Emotional Rollercoaster (The Honest Truth):
Look, this place isn't perfect. The decor is a bit… much. The prices will make your eyeballs water. But the location? The views? The spa? The sheer level of pampering? These are all things you can't put a price on.
There were moments of pure joy: sipping champagne on the balcony, watching the sunrise paint the mountains, sinking into a cloud of bubbles in the bathtub.
Then there were moments of slight annoyance: the slightly baffling art choices, the time I couldn’t figure out how to work the coffee machine, the fact that the "fitness center" was mostly unused.
But at the end of the day, the good outweighed the not-so-good by a mile. I left Aspen feeling relaxed, rejuvenated, and with a serious craving for another massage. So, Should You Book It?
YES!
If you're looking for a luxurious escape in Aspen, with stunning views and a serious dose of pampering, book Unbelievable Aspen Views: Your Independence Square 202 Luxury Suite Awaits! Just be prepared for a few quirky details and bring a healthy dose of humor. You won't regret it.
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Okay, buckle up, buttercups. This isn't your grandma's itinerary. This is my chaotic, probably-a-little-hungover-from-last-night-in-Aspen guide to surviving (and maybe thriving) in the heart of Colorado. Independence Square 202, you say? Overlooking the Mall and Aspen Mountain? Consider my expectations… elevated.
The Aspen Adventure: A Journey in Bits and Pieces (and Probably Some Regret)
Day 1: Arrival and Altitude Anxiety (aka Welcome to Reality)
- 12:00 PM (ish): Touchdown in Aspen. Supposed to be the private jet experience… but the connecting flight was, well, let's just say the pilot had a unique approach to turbulence. Landed in a daze.
- 1:00 PM - 2:00 PM: Check into Independence Square 202. Okay, the room. The room. The view? Holy. Freaking. Cow. Aspen Mountain right there, practically begging me to conquer it. The Mall below, teeming with designer everything. Feeling a dizzying mix of excitement and the very real prospect of altitude sickness. Grab a big-ass water bottle, because trust me, you'll need it.
- 2:00 PM - 3:00 PM: A 'quick' stroll to get my bearings. Quick being the operative word. Walked about 50 yards, started gasping for air, feeling the world sway just a little. Okay, maybe the altitude is a thing. Popped into a pharmacy and procured some oxygen canisters (I swear I'm not exaggerating).
- 3:00 PM - 4:00 PM: Lunch at …let's just say a place with a Michelin star, because, Aspen, right? The food was exquisite, but my appetite was more 'nibble' than 'devour'. The sheer pretense of it all was a bit much, but hey, I'm here for it. Tried to make eye contact with the waiter to ask for regular water over the sparkling, but failed.
- 4:00 PM - 5:00 PM: Collapse on the balcony. Seriously. Just stare at that mountain. Drink water. Breathe. Repeat. Contemplate my life choices. (Spoiler alert: they mostly involve travel).
- 5:00 PM - 6:00 PM: Attempt to navigate the town. Found a cute little bookstore and bought a stack of books. I'm going to be so cultured by the end of this trip. Wait. Did I buy any sunscreen? Oh, crap.
- 6:00 PM - 7:00 PM: Pre-dinner drinks. Found a cozy bar ("The J-Bar at The Hotel Jerome" if you're interested) and had a single, carefully monitored glass of wine. Felt a little judgemental looks, but that's okay. Social Anxiety activated.
- 7:00 PM - 9:00 PM: Dinner. Another fancy place. This time I'm going to order something with actual carbs. Bring on the bread basket! (Okay, maybe I am adapting). The food was incredible, the company was tolerable. The music was a bit…much.
- 9:00 PM - late: Walk/stumble back to the hotel. The air is crisper, the stars are brighter. It's beautiful. I have a feeling tomorrow will be interesting.
Day 2: Mountain Mayhem and Existential Dread (aka The Day I Faced My Fears… and Almost My Demise)
- 8:00 AM (ish): Woke up. Headache. Altitude still a bitch, but the view, AGAIN, made the world feel so nice.
- 9:00 AM - 12:00 PM: Skiing! (Or, more accurately, a clumsy attempt at skiing). Okay, I lied. I'm not a skier. I'm more of a "pretend-I-know-what-I'm-doing-and-fall-a-lot" type. Went for a "beginner's" slope. Managed a few glorious seconds of gliding before face-planting in the snow. My pride? Slightly bruised. My ass? Definitely. Took a good long look at the mountain, and then promptly swore to never look at a snowboard again.
- 12:00 PM - 1:00 PM: Lunch at a slopeside restaurant. The food was overpriced, the views were amazing, and I spent most of the time watching actual skiers effortlessly schuss down the slopes, feeling deeply inadequate.
- 1:00 PM - 4:00 PM: Decided to try a snowshoeing trek. Thinking this would be my exercise for the day. The views were stunning; the exercise? Brutal. I started to think that I should pick a sport that is not in the snow.
- 4:00 PM - 5:00 PM: Back to the hotel… and a hot shower. Seriously needed. My shoulders were aching, my legs were wobbly. My ego? Still recovering from the skiing incident.
- 5:00 PM - 6:00 PM: Took a nap. Woke up grumpy because the nap was too short.
- 6:00 PM - 7:00 PM: Found a cozy cocktail lounge and tried a few drinks.
- 7:00 PM - 9:00 PM: Dinner at … a place that was highly recommended, but let's just say the atmosphere was a bit… pretentious. Again. I started to feel the effects of the jet lag.
- 9:00 PM - late: Walk around town. Find a hidden gem of a bar that's not too crowded. Meet some locals. Laugh, drink, and feel like I'm finally, maybe, starting to understand this place.
Day 3: Culture Clashes and Shopping Sprees (aka Embracing the Absurd)
- 9:00 AM: Wake up late. Feeling rested.
- 10:00 AM - 1:00 PM: Did some serious shopping. It's Aspen, after all. Window-shopped, but ended up buying a ridiculous(ly expensive) faux fur coat.
- 1:00 PM - 2:00 PM: Lunch at a cute cafe. Had a delicious soup.
- 2:00 PM - 4:00 PM: Explored the Aspen Art Museum. Was deeply moved by one exhibit. Then, felt completely lost on another. Art is, like, so hard. But, I can appreciate it… maybe.
- 4:00 PM - 5:00 PM: Back to the hotel for a cup of tea. I have to admit I've gotten used to the view.
- 5:00 PM - 6:00 PM: Checked the weather report. It's snowing. Again.
- 6:00 PM - 8:00 PM: Dinner. Back to the hotel. Pack. Try to fit everything into my suitcase.
- 8:00 PM - Late: Start thinking what I'm going to do tomorrow.
Day 4: Departure and Reflections (aka The Aftermath)
- Morning: Breakfast. Last minute thoughts on the view.
- All day: Flight.
Final Thoughts:
Aspen. It's… something. Beautiful. Expensive. Pretentious. Exhausting. But, god, those mountains. And the crisp air. And, yeah, the people, even if they did give me a few sideways glances for my less-than-stellar skiing skills. Would I come back? Maybe. Probably. After I've recovered from the altitude, the shopping sprees, and the general sense of wonder and bewilderment that Aspen inspires.
And the view from that balcony… well, that's something I'll never forget.
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So, what *is* this whole thing, anyway? Like, the *point*?
Honestly? I'm still trying to figure that out. Officially, let's call it a Q&A about... stuff. Specifically, things that have been bouncing around my brain lately. Think of it as a mental garage sale, but instead of dusty old lamps, you get fragmented thoughts and wildly inaccurate opinions. I might jump from the existential dread of a Tuesday morning to the proper way to fold a fitted sheet (spoiler alert: there *isn't* a proper way). Basically, prepare for a rollercoaster powered by caffeine and questionable decisions. You want some answers? You got 'em... eventually. And if you don't like 'em? Well, you can always go argue with a cloud. They're probably more consistent.
What *inspired* this... mess? Therapy bills getting too high?
Okay, YES, the therapist IS getting rich. But really, it's a combination of things. Firstly, boredom. We are all feeling it. And secondly, a desperate need to feel *slightly* more organized. I have a brain that's basically a chaotic blender. And sometimes, I just need to vomit out all the ideas... or at least, the ones that are still remembering their names. It’s like trying to herd cats, except the cats are also philosophical concepts. And, you know, judging me. The inspiration? Mostly just a looming existential crisis. And maybe a really good cup of coffee this morning. Or maybe it was the *lack* of coffee... honestly, I can't recall.
What are some of your *favorite* things? Or, more importantly, what do you REGRET?
Okay, okay, FAVORITES. This is where it gets tricky, because my favorites change more often than I change socks (which, admittedly, isn't *that* often, I'm not gonna lie). But right now? Rain on a tin roof. The smell of old bookstores. That feeling when you *finally* get a complicated puzzle piece to fit. And regret... oh, the regrets. I regret that questionable haircut I got in high school. I REGRET the time I tried to parallel park a minivan. And even more now, I think about all of the times that I should have said "yes" to more things, people, or spontaneous adventures. Live and learn, right? And also, the regret of eating that entire box of cookies last night. Worth absolutely every single crumb, though.
What about *hobbies?* Anything you, like, *do*?
Hobbies, huh? I *wish* I had a cool hobby. Like, skydiving or competitive cheese-making. But my current hobby is... overthinking. Full-time, professional-level overthinking. I'm also pretty good at binge-watching documentaries about things I know absolutely nothing about. Like, I recently spent three hours watching a documentary about the mating rituals of deep-sea anglerfish. And now I know more about anglerfish than I do about, say, how to actually *adult*. It's a gift and a curse. Oh, and attempting to knit. I'm not so good; the best thing that comes out of it is usually a lumpy, misshapen scarf that looks like it was attacked by a rabid yarn monster. But hey, it's an effort, right? That counts, doesn't it?
Tell me about something that made you *really* angry! (Spill the tea!)
Oh, boy. Where do I even *start*? There are so many things that get my blood boiling. Traffic, obviously. People who talk on their phones in movie theaters. And let's not even *begin* with the person who uses the last of the coffee and *doesn't* make a new pot. But, I think the thing that winds me up the most is... wait. *deep breath*. Alright. It was that time I ordered a pizza online. A *pizza*. Simple, right? Pepperoni, extra cheese. Easy peasy. Except it took a *hour and a half* to arrive. AND IT WAS COLD. The toppings were sliding off like an iceberg in the Arctic. I called the pizza place, and the kid on the phone -- the *audacity* -- he said they were "busy." BUSY?! Busy ruining my pizza night dreams! I wanted to scream, I wanted to throw the pizza at the wall (which, let's be honest, wouldn't have helped), I wanted to... and I did, yell. I yelled at the poor kid. I felt *terrible* afterward, but still... that pizza was a betrayal. A cold, cheesy, pepperoni-covered betrayal. It *still* makes me angry. You know what I mean?
Do you believe in true love? (Get deep with me!)
Ugh. That word, "love". Seems so simple, right? But then you get into it, and you start wondering if it's real, if it's just a chemical reaction in your brain, if it's... a lie. I *want* to believe in true love. I really, really do. Because the image of someone being there with you through all of life's ups and downs? That's beautiful. That's a good goal. And is it possible? I have seen it. I have also seen the opposite. I think... I think it's like anything worthwhile: a constant work in progress. It's about showing up, even when you feel like running away. It's about knowing someone so well that you can finish their sentences... and also knowing their worst habits and loving them anyway. It’s not perfect. It's messy. It’s frustrating. It takes a lot of patience. But when it works? It’s something worth fighting for. Or, as my grandmother -- who was married to a man who snored like a chainsaw -- used to say: "Love means putting up with the snoring." So, yes, I guess you could say I believe in it. Even if I sometimes question the actual *reality* of it.
Is there anything you *hate*? (Let's be honest!)
Hate? Oh, *absolutely*. Apart from the obvious (war, cruelty, people who clip their nails on public transport), I have a very particular set of dislikes. Slow walkers. Emails that say "per my last email." And the way my socks somehow always seem to disappear in the dryer. Like, seriously, where do they *go*? Is there a sock graveyard? A secret society of rogue socks plotting world domination? It's a mystery that keeps me up at night. The dryer is the enemy, that's the bottom line.
