Westwynd Motel
Saturday, September 08, 2007
Day 6 cont'd
I wanted to stay at the Westwynd because I had met the manager online and was interested in learning more about her plans to help troubled teens. I was also attracted to this motel because I like Westwynd's pet policy.
The motel room was huge. I was told that the rooms were formerly apartments, but the owner realized that both he and visitors would benefit more by turning the apartments in motel rooms at a really reasonable rate. No price gouging here! For under $90 you can get a large, clean 2 bedroom with total sleeping space for eight people (2 in each bedroom and 4 in living with the pull out seating). Oh...and a full kitchen, too!
It turned out that the manager had suffered a recent personal tragedy (type unknown to me) and so we talked very little. I wish her well.
I wanted to stay at the Westwynd because I had met the manager online and was interested in learning more about her plans to help troubled teens. I was also attracted to this motel because I like Westwynd's pet policy.
The motel room was huge. I was told that the rooms were formerly apartments, but the owner realized that both he and visitors would benefit more by turning the apartments in motel rooms at a really reasonable rate. No price gouging here! For under $90 you can get a large, clean 2 bedroom with total sleeping space for eight people (2 in each bedroom and 4 in living with the pull out seating). Oh...and a full kitchen, too!
It turned out that the manager had suffered a recent personal tragedy (type unknown to me) and so we talked very little. I wish her well.
Labels: Gig Harbor, journey
Gig Harbor
Day 6, cont'd 3-29-07
Before leaving San Diego, I had plans to spend a night in Gig Harbor, Washington. For one thing, it is one of my favorite tiny, picturesque towns. In springtime, the bird wall is active; and I love the smell of rotting seaweed dockside. Another reason was my wish to stay at the Westwynd Motel. See post above.
We arrived in Gig Harbor later than I would have liked, and struggled to find an affordable, yet tasty meal. We ended up splitting a pitiful sausage sandwich from Spiro's Pizza on Harborview Drive. The bread was nasty mush and I had a hard time finding the sausage. That after my generous tip, too! I had ordered to go and was too tired to complain. I vote Spiro's as the worst sandwich of my entire trip. If they had a website, I'd link to it just to warn others away.
Before leaving San Diego, I had plans to spend a night in Gig Harbor, Washington. For one thing, it is one of my favorite tiny, picturesque towns. In springtime, the bird wall is active; and I love the smell of rotting seaweed dockside. Another reason was my wish to stay at the Westwynd Motel. See post above.
We arrived in Gig Harbor later than I would have liked, and struggled to find an affordable, yet tasty meal. We ended up splitting a pitiful sausage sandwich from Spiro's Pizza on Harborview Drive. The bread was nasty mush and I had a hard time finding the sausage. That after my generous tip, too! I had ordered to go and was too tired to complain. I vote Spiro's as the worst sandwich of my entire trip. If they had a website, I'd link to it just to warn others away.
Labels: Gig Harbor, journey, Washington
