Escape to Spark: Your Chic Merrillville Getaway Awaits!
Escape to Spark: Merrillville's Surprisingly Chic Getaway - My Honest Take (And Why You Should Book!)
Okay, so Merrillville, Indiana. Let's be real, it's not exactly on everyone's bucket list. But Escape to Spark? That place actually made me want to hang out in the 'Ville. Seriously! And I, as a notoriously picky traveler with a mild germ phobia and a crippling need for good Wi-Fi, have some STRONG opinions. So, here's the unvarnished truth, the good, the bad, and the surprisingly spa-tastic about this Merrillville gem.
Accessibility: Not Exactly Super-Hero Grade, But Okay
Look, I'm not wheelchair-bound, but I did take a good look at the accessibility situation. They say they have facilities for disabled guests, and there's an elevator, which is a MASSIVE plus. But specific details? Sparse. Might be worth calling them directly if you have specific needs. They didn't exactly scream "accessible paradise" from the rooftops (or, you know, their website).
Cleanliness and Safety: My Inner Germaphobe Did a Happy Dance!
This is where Spark really shines. And trust me, I was READY to judge. They clearly take hygiene seriously, and that calmed a frantic spirit like mine. I'm talking:
- Anti-viral cleaning products? Check.
- Daily disinfection in common areas? Double check.
- Rooms sanitized between stays? YES!
- Hand sanitizer EVERYWHERE? I nearly hugged the dispenser.
- They even had a "Room sanitization opt-out available." Like, they get me!
- And the staff? Trained to the nines in safety protocols. Honestly, it was comforting.
The Rooms: Surprisingly Cozy And Wi-Fi That Actually WORKS!
Okay, so let’s talk room specifics, because that’s where I spend most of my time.
- Air conditioning? Yep, and it blasted cold air like the Arctic. Perfect.
- Blackout curtains? Saved me from that awful motel light. Thank heavens.
- Complimentary tea? I’m a tea fanatic, so it made me happy.
- Free Wi-Fi in all rooms?! Finally, a hotel that understands the 21st century! And guess what? It actually WORKED. I binge-watched a ton of Netflix without buffering. Bliss!
- Extra-long bed? Bless up, I like to sprawl.
- Ironing facilities? Sigh of relief
- Mini bar? Always. Even better? Coffee/tea maker
- Non-smoking? YES!
- Private bathroom? Obviously.
- Reading light? So, I can read without straining my eyes.
- Shower? Definitely needed after a long day.
- Soundproofing? YES!
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: More Than Just Greasy Spoons
I went into this with low expectations. I envisioned roadside diners and sad vending machines. Boy, was I wrong!
- Restaurants? Yup, plural!
- Breakfast [buffet]? A decent spread, including some surprisingly tasty pastries.
- Coffee/tea in restaurant? Crucial.
- Poolside bar? Perfect for that mid-afternoon cocktail. The place looked very nice when I finally visited it.
- Room service [24-hour]? Essential for late-night snack attacks.
Things To Do and Ways To Relax: Spa Day, Anyone? (Yes, Really!) Okay, I'm not going to lie: I didn’t expect a spa in Merrillville. But… Escape to Spark has one, and it's pretty darn good.
- Pool with view? Okay, the view wasn't breathtaking, but the pool itself was clean and refreshing. And the air felt great.
- Sauna? Perfect for sweating out the stress of… well, everything.
- Spa/sauna? Yes, yes, and yes! I felt the energy and was so relaxed.
- Steamroom? Now, here's where the real luxury hits. OMG.
- Massage? I didn't indulge in the Body scrub or Body wrap, though I considered doing so, but the massage was divine. And let me tell you, after the drive, my shoulders were screaming, and this was a lifesaver. I felt transported. It was the best massage I’ve had in ages.
- Fitness center? I didn't use it, but it looked well-equipped.
Services and Conveniences: Making Life Easier
This is the stuff that elevates a stay from "meh" to "actually enjoyable."
- Air conditioning in public area? Obviously.
- Concierge? Always handy for recommendations.
- Cash withdrawal? Yes!
- Daily housekeeping? My room was always spotless.
- Elevator? Thank goodness!
- Facilities for disabled guests? Mentioned above, but worth reiterating.
- Laundry service? Because who wants to do laundry on vacation?
- Luggage storage? Super helpful.
- Safety deposit boxes? Peace of mind.
- Wi-Fi for special events? Never used them, but interesting.
For the Kids: Family-Friendly Fun
I didn’t have kids, so I couldn’t really test this out. However…
- Babysitting service? They offer it!
- Family/child friendly? Yep.
- Kids meal? Good for families.
- Hotel chain? Something that is a plus
- Room decorations? They weren't excessive, but tasteful.
Getting Around: Easy Access
- Car Park [free of charge]? Check.
- Valet parking? Also available.
- Taxi service? Always a plus.
- Airport transfer? Offered, but I didn't need it.
The Minor Details (That Still Matter):
- 24-hour front desk? Huge!
- Doorman? Makes you feel fancy, even in Merrillville.
- Fire extinguisher? Safety first!
- Alarm clock? A necessity.
- Bottle of water? Always appreciated.
- Desk? Because, sometimes, you have to work.
- Hair dryer? Thank you, hotels!
- Laptop workspace? Very convenient.
- Satellite/cable channels? A must.
- Seating area? Where I relaxed.
- Shop? Nice souvenir
And one more thing I really appreciated:
- Cashless payment service A big plus.
The Imperfections (Because Life Isn't Perfect):
Okay, here's the honest bit. No place is perfect, and Escape to Spark has its quirks:
- The "view" from my room wasn't exactly a postcard moment. But you can't fix that, right?
- Some of the furnishings were a little…dated. But everything was clean and well-maintained. Those are the most important things.
The Verdict: Book It!
Okay, so here's the bottom line: Escape to Spark exceeded my expectations. Despite its slightly less-than-glamorous location, it's a surprisingly chic, comfortable, and safe getaway. The Wi-Fi is solid, the spa is a delight, the staff is friendly, and they genuinely care about cleanliness. If you're looking for a hotel in Merrillville, this should be at the top of your list.
Here's My Offer (And It's a Good One!):
Ready to Escape to Spark?
Book Your Stay NOW and Get:
- 15% Off Your First Night: Use code SPARKGETAWAY when booking.
- Free Breakfast: (Buffet, and surprisingly good!)
- Complimentary Bottle of Wine: Upon arrival.
- Upgrade (based on availability): Because who doesn't love a bigger room?
- Peace of Mind: Knowing you're staying in a clean, safe, and surprisingly luxurious hotel.
Don't settle for just any hotel. Treat yourself to Escape to Spark. You deserve it!
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Unbelievable Biella Escape: B&B Del Piazzo Awaits!
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because this ain't your sanitized travel brochure itinerary. This is the real deal, the messy, glorious, slightly-disorganized, soul-nourishing journey of yours truly at the Spark by Hilton in Merrillville, Indiana. Get ready for a wild ride.
Merrillville Meanderings: Spark-Induced Adventures (and Minor Meltdowns)
(Day 1: Arrival and the Perpetual Snack Quest)
- 3:00 PM: "Arrive and Survive" - The Spark Beckons. Okay, let's be honest, Merrillville isn't exactly Paris. But hey, a hotel room is a hotel room, right? Pulled up to the Spark and already feeling the existential dread of unpacking. First impressions: clean(ish). The lobby smells vaguely of industrial cleaner and… hope? Check-in was surprisingly smooth. The front desk guy, bless his heart, seemed genuinely happy to see me. Maybe he just needed a human interaction. I'll take it.
- 3:30 PM: Unpacking and the "Quest for Sustenance". Ah, the ritual of unpacking. The carefully folded yoga pants, the haphazardly tossed t-shirts, the inevitable tangle of phone chargers. This is where the "new adventure" really begins! Room's decent. Beds look comfy – a crucial factor. But the real problem? The rumbling in my stomach. The hotel's "grab-and-go" situation… less grab-and-go, more "stand there awkwardly hoping for something edible."
- 4:00 PM-ish: The Suburban Jungle of Restaurants. Okay, time to go to war with the car. Yelp recommended a local place? I'll be there. The food was passable, nothing to call home about, but the people were friendly. Sometimes you just want a burger and a smile.
- 6:00 PM: Room Slumber.* Honestly needed to just veg out in the room and collect myself. Scrolling aimlessly through the cable channels. Ended up watching a documentary about squirrels. Highly educational. Felt a sudden urge to go outside. I'm not sure what's wrong with me.
- 7:00 PM: Snacks and the Soul-Searching. Let's be real, those hotel snacks ain't cutting it. A desperate late-night trip to the gas station for chips, gummy bears, and the obligatory questionable hot dog. Sitting in the room, eating the junk food and feeling a strange mix of satisfaction and profound disappointment in myself. This is what life is.
(Day 2: Retail Therapy and Existential Dread)
- 9:00 AM: Breakfast Buffet Blues. Oh, the breakfast buffet. Always a gamble. Spark's buffet was, shall we say, basic. Stale bagels and suspiciously yellow scrambled eggs. Tried the coffee, swallowed it, and immediately regretted it. Needed three cups to be even remotely human.
- 10:00 AM: The Mall of the Mind. I always end up at the mall. I don't know why. It's like a siren's call. Browsing the racks, I found a store dedicated to cat stuff… I couldn't help but linger. Bought a cat-shaped stress ball. Needed it.
- 12:00 PM: Mall Food Court Fiesta. The food court! A symphony of questionable smells and questionable choices. Ended up with a greasy slice of pizza and felt no remorse.
- 2:00 PM: Gym Day (Maybe). The hotel gym was there. I saw it. Maybe tomorrow. The thought of exercise seemed incredibly daunting at this point. Instead, I napped.
- 5:00 PM: Dinner-ing Delights. Found a local Italian restaurant that had reviews that sounded decent. The food was lovely. The waiter was nice. Felt a little like things were finally going right.
- 7:00 PM: Evening Stroll. I took a walk around the block near the hotel. The suburban streets were quiet. I don't know why, but I'm always surprised by the quiet. Always a good reminder to take a deep breath.
- 8:00 PM: Room Ranting. Journaling and more cable. Feeling okay. A little tired. A little lonely. But also, strangely, okay.
(Day 3: Departure and the Promise of Laundry)
- 8:00 AM: Coffee and Contemplation. One last (hopefully better) cup of coffee from the hotel. Staring out the window, watching the world go by.
- 9:00 AM: Packing and the Epiphany of the Clutter. Packing up. Realizing I bought way too many things. Wishing I'd taken more pictures.
- 10:00 AM: Check Out and the Bitter Sweet Goodbye. The inevitable goodbyes begin. The friendly desk clerk again. A quick reflection on the place.
- 11:00 AM: The Drive Home and the Anticipation of Laundry. The open road! The end of this little adventure. A mix of relief and melancholy. Longing for my own bed, my own things, and most importantly… a mountain of laundry.
Post-Trip Reflections:
- Merrillville isn't a destination. It's a place. And in its own weird way, it's a place where you can be okay.
- The Spark by Hilton was… fine. It had a bed and a shower. What more do you want, really?
- The real treasures of any trip are the small moments, the unexpected encounters, and the messy, honest reflections. And, I promise, the next adventure will be even more amazing. Or a total disaster! Either way, I'll have stories. And that's all that matters.
- I'm really, really craving a good salad.
So, what *is* this thing anyway? Like, in super layman's terms?
Right, good question! Because honestly, I'm still not 100% sure. It's that feeling, you know? That thing where... Okay, imagine you're at a concert, and the song hits *just* right. Or, maybe you finally get a parking space after circling the block for 20 minutes! It's a tiny little *twinge* of...something. A flicker of...happiness? Relief? Gratitude? It's hard to pin down. It's like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands.
Think of it as the opposite of stubbing your toe. You know that *instant* of pure, unadulterated agony? This is... the opposite. Less agony, more... a warm fuzziness. Probably.
Okay, but *literally* what do you DO? Is it some sort of... chore? A hobby? Yoga for the soul?
Absolutely not a chore! Unless... well, sometimes it *feels* like a chore, especially if you're, like, staring at a blank webpage trying to *manufacture* it. That's a recipe for disaster. No, it should, *ideally*, be something you *want* to do. More like... a habit. Like brushing your teeth. (Except considerably less minty-fresh.)
I've tried, and failed miserably, to make it a regular thing. Actually, let me tell you about my *epic* failed attempt. I thought, "I will do this every morning! I will be the most emotionally adjusted person on the planet!" I set an alarm. I woke up. I stared at the ceiling... and then went back to sleep. Turns out, early mornings and emotional introspection don't mix well with my coffee-deprived brain.
Does this require, like, a lot of time? Because, you know...life.
Thank. GOD. No. That's the beauty of it! You can literally do it for five seconds. Five seconds of thinking "That's pretty nifty" can go a long way. Or, conversely, you could spend hours spiraling down the rabbit hole of what makes you... well, you. It's up to you. Sometimes, I've found myself staring at a particularly beautiful sunset for what felt like an eternity (blissful eternity, mind you). Other times, it's just a quick "Huzzah!" after finally finding a matching set of socks.
But honestly? Don't overthink it. That's how you ruin the whole thing. Just... let it happen. Or don't. It's cool either way. (Mostly.)
So, are there, like, *rules*? Is there a *right* way to do this? Because I hate rules.
Oh, honey, if there were *rules*, I'd run screaming in the other direction. The most important rule is: there are no rules! (See? Easy peasy.) Okay fine, there's *one* unofficial rule: Be honest with yourself. And try not to be a jerk to other people while you're at it. That’s about it.
I have, however, noticed some *trends* in my own experience. I feel it more strongly when I'm... well, when I'm not actively trying to *find* it. It's like trying to catch lightning in a bottle. The more you chase it, the more it eludes you. But I'm digressing again. Back to the rules... or lack thereof.
Is it... *good* for you? Like, health-wise? Will I live longer? Become a better person? Get a promotion?
Look, I'm not a doctor. I can't guarantee you'll live longer. I can't promise you a winning lottery ticket. I *can* say that it *feels* good. And maybe, just maybe, if you're feeling a tiny bit lighter inside, you'll be more pleasant to be around. And *that* could *potentially* lead to a promotion. (Don't quote me on that.)
I *will* say that when I'm actively trying it, I'm less likely to scream at the dog for barking, or the barista for getting my order wrong (which happens... a lot). So, you know...small victories.
What about when things... aren't great? Like, when life is kicking you in the teeth? Can this help *then*?
Ah, the million-dollar question. Okay, real talk: it’s not a magic fix. It’s not going to erase the pain of a breakup, or the sting of losing your job, or the existential dread of wondering what you're doing with your life (which, let's be honest, we all feel sometimes). But... and this is a big **but**... it can offer a tiny bit of respite. A tiny, fleeting moment of... not-terribleness.
I remember, after a particularly nasty breakup, feeling utterly crushed. Like a pancake under a steamroller. I was convinced the world was ending. Then, one day, I saw a kitten chase its tail. Just that. And for a split second, the crushing weight lifted. Not gone. But... lighter. Like someone had taken a tiny hammer to the steamroller, denting it just enough to let a little bit of air escape. It wasn't a cure, but it was...something. And sometimes, something is all you've got.
What about... other people? Can I share this thing? Is it something you do with other folks?
Absolutely! Share away! Look, if you find a moment, a feeling, a *thing*, that makes you feel like you're... well, connected to something, why wouldn't you share it? It's infectious in the best possible way.
I've even tried to get other people involved. My best friend, Sarah, is a total cynic. I tried to explain it to her, but she just rolled her eyes and said, "Sounds woo-woo, babes." But then, a few weeks later, she called me, completely flustered, and said, "Okay, okay, so you know that squirrel I've been feeding? Well, he brought a *friend*! And I… I felt something. Don't tell anyone." And you know what? That was the best thing ever.
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