Lucrezia
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DAY THREE: Wednesday, October 23rd---Continued
Just a quick heads-up: I'm writing this from my dance studio, so I'm not sure how long this update will be. It's all right, though. We're not busy right now and there's really no work that needs to be done. I have a class in about an hour, so I might not be able to update after this for awhile Eep.
After riding Luigi's, Trent called the GCH to ask when our suite would be ready. The guy he talked to said it was already made-up and we could check in whenever we liked. Because of this, the four of us decided to leave the park early and go check out of the DLH and into the GCH.
We made one more trip up to the concierge to return some DVDs we checked out. I got a few more pictures:

Trent's best friend, the coffee machine:





After that, we checked out and made the loooonnggg trek through DTD to get to the GCH. We didn't have concierge privileges at the GCH because Trent and I both liked the food and the layout of the DLH concierge more. Instead, we had just a normal suite. (We always do a suite when we stay at the GCH. The average rooms are so small they feel more like a closet.)
When we got there, Lucia, Ana and I took a seat in the lobby while Trent went to check in. Here're some photos:




After about five minutes of waiting, I knew something was up. I left Ana and Lucia playing Old Maid in the main lobby and went to the check in desk to see what was holding us up.
Well, apparently, the man Trent spoke to on the phone had been wrong. Our suite was not ready. We had checked out of the DLH for nothing, and now were stuck with our bags and basically homeless.
Don't we have just the best luck??
Trent was in a heated discussion with the guy checking us in. They were both very confused and Trent was upset by the whole thing. I went to sit back down with Ana and Lucia, but told Trent to text me if there was any changes.
We've stayed at the DLH and the GCH before, but the transition this time around was the least smooth and the most difficult. We both agreed we should just stay at one hotel from now on, but the problem is, they each have different virtues.
The DLH has the monorail close by, Steakhouse 55, and the awesome concierge lounge.
The GCH has the special entrance to California Adventure, the amazing lobby, and the superior pool.
Trent likes the GCH slightly more, but I'm completely torn and cannot pick a favorite. They're both great.
Anyway, after arguing with the check-in person for about fifteen or twenty minutes, we were finally able to get a suite. The bad news? It was off in a separate area of the hotel that Trent calls, "Siberia."
As you may've surmised from that ominous-sounding nickname, the part of the hotel we were stuck in is in the middle of nowhere. It's pretty far away from the lobby, the restaurants, the pool, the gift shop and from all of humanity.
Okay, so that's a bit of an exaggeration, but you get the point.
I didn't mind being in Siberia so much. Yes, it was a bit of a jaunt from the main hotel/lobby, but that's not the end of the world. It was Trent who was really upset, because he'd been specifically told on the phone that we were in the main building.
We dropped off our bags and I took some pictures of the room while Trent cooled off:


The less-than-steller view from our bedroom, which paled in comparison to the view at the DLH:







Slightly-improved view from the deck:




Okay, so you know how I said I couldn't pick between the two hotels? I think I might've been lying. The Disneyland Hotel is probably my favorite. Don't get me wrong, I love the Grand Californian, as well. But there's something about the DLH that draws me in every time. Maybe it's the monorail I do love that monorail
More to come
Just a quick heads-up: I'm writing this from my dance studio, so I'm not sure how long this update will be. It's all right, though. We're not busy right now and there's really no work that needs to be done. I have a class in about an hour, so I might not be able to update after this for awhile Eep.
After riding Luigi's, Trent called the GCH to ask when our suite would be ready. The guy he talked to said it was already made-up and we could check in whenever we liked. Because of this, the four of us decided to leave the park early and go check out of the DLH and into the GCH.
We made one more trip up to the concierge to return some DVDs we checked out. I got a few more pictures:

Trent's best friend, the coffee machine:





After that, we checked out and made the loooonnggg trek through DTD to get to the GCH. We didn't have concierge privileges at the GCH because Trent and I both liked the food and the layout of the DLH concierge more. Instead, we had just a normal suite. (We always do a suite when we stay at the GCH. The average rooms are so small they feel more like a closet.)
When we got there, Lucia, Ana and I took a seat in the lobby while Trent went to check in. Here're some photos:




After about five minutes of waiting, I knew something was up. I left Ana and Lucia playing Old Maid in the main lobby and went to the check in desk to see what was holding us up.
Well, apparently, the man Trent spoke to on the phone had been wrong. Our suite was not ready. We had checked out of the DLH for nothing, and now were stuck with our bags and basically homeless.
Don't we have just the best luck??
Trent was in a heated discussion with the guy checking us in. They were both very confused and Trent was upset by the whole thing. I went to sit back down with Ana and Lucia, but told Trent to text me if there was any changes.
We've stayed at the DLH and the GCH before, but the transition this time around was the least smooth and the most difficult. We both agreed we should just stay at one hotel from now on, but the problem is, they each have different virtues.
The DLH has the monorail close by, Steakhouse 55, and the awesome concierge lounge.
The GCH has the special entrance to California Adventure, the amazing lobby, and the superior pool.
Trent likes the GCH slightly more, but I'm completely torn and cannot pick a favorite. They're both great.
Anyway, after arguing with the check-in person for about fifteen or twenty minutes, we were finally able to get a suite. The bad news? It was off in a separate area of the hotel that Trent calls, "Siberia."
As you may've surmised from that ominous-sounding nickname, the part of the hotel we were stuck in is in the middle of nowhere. It's pretty far away from the lobby, the restaurants, the pool, the gift shop and from all of humanity.

Okay, so that's a bit of an exaggeration, but you get the point.
I didn't mind being in Siberia so much. Yes, it was a bit of a jaunt from the main hotel/lobby, but that's not the end of the world. It was Trent who was really upset, because he'd been specifically told on the phone that we were in the main building.
We dropped off our bags and I took some pictures of the room while Trent cooled off:


The less-than-steller view from our bedroom, which paled in comparison to the view at the DLH:







Slightly-improved view from the deck:




Okay, so you know how I said I couldn't pick between the two hotels? I think I might've been lying. The Disneyland Hotel is probably my favorite. Don't get me wrong, I love the Grand Californian, as well. But there's something about the DLH that draws me in every time. Maybe it's the monorail I do love that monorail

More to come