Ahhh, the Travelodge Palm Springs, you charmer you. My stay here was quite reminiscent of a European vacation, so let me guide you through this epic journey.
The feels of Europe started on arrival when the parking lot, littered with cracks and potholes, rivaled driving down the cobblestone streets of Italy.
After checking in we ventured through the property which felt as though we had been transported to the ancient ruins of Greece. The decaying buildings and rubble made me nostalgic for my visit to the Acropolis.
Upon arriving at my room it felt as though I was teleported to Germany in 1989 as the great effort needed to open the door brought the sensation of breaking through the Berlin Wall. What a feeling.
Finally, my room. Oh, this magical place. The profound smell of cigarettes and red wine stained carpets made me feel like I was seated at a Parisian bistro rather than this Shangri-La of the California desert.
In summary, if you are looking for an economical way to experience many countries abroad, look no further than the Travelodge Palm Springs. The lasting effects of this hotel could only be surpassed by Chernobyl.