She held onto it, and then decided that she would arrive to the resort Friday with my Dad, then treat me and boyfriend to a room Saturday night. Then we'd go back Sunday. We made plans to go when boyfriend was supposed to be done with job. She noticed that it has since changed names, so it must be under new management.
We checked in Saturday. We had seen my parents room first. It's not my idea of resort - it looked like a basic hotel room. We got a room on the opposite side of the resort to see a view of the mountain. Ours is also a basic hotel room with lots of cable stations. Too bad, about 1/3 of them were in Spanish. The toiletries were rosemary mint shampoo and conditioner, a coffee maker (that makes coffee by the cup), a room refrigerator (nice), and free Wi-Fi (left my laptop at home though).
Each room had a individual room air conditioner. In our room, it was loud and didn't distribute the cool air very well. At the pool, you had to fight for a lounge chair (and the pool wasn't very crowded). And the first ice machine, it was broken. Their maps were confusing, so I had to run up and down several flights of outside stairs to find an ice machine.
Except for the room refrigerator, it was a basic hotel room. I wouldn't consider it a resort.
It was nice to kick back with my folks for drinks before dinner (we brought our own liquor), then went to a local Mexican restaurant for dinner. It was a good place, and we stuffed ourselves with the food listed on the lunch menu (I'd need a siesta if I had that for lunch).
That night, boyfriend and I slept fitfully. Part of it was the "strange bed" part. Part of it was that there was a loud metallic sound whenever our AC compressor started that would make me jump. The last part was the moths that kept flying by my face all night.
Sunday morning, we took our time to get up. Too bad our single cup coffee maker only provided two cups, and resources for two cups of regular coffee. The only amusing part of the morning was when boyfriend jumped in the shower. I gave him the shampoo offered by the sink.
He gets out and asks "Hey baby, did you use their shampoo?"
"No, I brought my special curling shampoo."
I start laughing "Probably because it says mint."
My Mom said that she won't be staying at that "resort" anytime soon. Then to add insult to injury, the gift certificate was for a dollar amount. And since we were staying in the summer, the rates were lower than in the winter. But they didn't issue her a certificate for the difference. She said she didn't feel like fighting them over it.
I won't even mention their name. But I will list my disappointment at a travel website.