Casa Cantero
Calle Real del Jigüe, 117, Trinidad, 62600, Cuba
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Non ti mancherà niente qui e potrai sentirti proprio a casa tua. Perché? Ad esempio perché potrai approfittare di servizi e comfort come una doccia con soffione a pioggia, Wi-Fi, una TV LCD e un minibar. Vuoi iniziare a sognare la tua vacanza prima di arrivare? Ecco alcuni servizi che troverai a tua disposizione: biancheria da letto di alta qualità, letto con materasso Select Comfort, un copriletto in piuma e un servizio lavanderia.
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Viajero anónimo
Comentó el: 19 may. 2025
Viajó en: mayo de 2025
GOOD service started at the front desk checking in for my room. The room was all cleaned and room cooling system was very good. Next day breakfast was excellent. This was my second time at this hotel and i will be back again when i see my daughter.
Viajero en familia
US
Comentó el: 22 jul. 2025
A Decline in Comfort and Cleanliness – Room 314
I used to love Hilton. Past tense. It is hard to say exactly when things began to slide, but this location? It did not just slide. It careened off a cliff, and I was the poor soul along for the ride.
Upon entering my room, I was greeted with a scent that defied easy description. It was not the usual moldy hotel smell. This was something mustier, dirtier, more stale. And layered right on top of that was the unmistakable, sickly sweetness of artificial maple syrup. Not the comforting kind you drizzle over pancakes. This was the kind that clings to old plastic and regret.
The decor had not aged gracefully. What it really needed was either a thoughtful update or, at the very least, a thorough steam cleaning and a little pride in presentation. Stained carpets, a sofa pillow with an open wound, and wall damage that told the story of a poorly placed kitchen table. The curtains and wallpaper had been through something, and judging by the smell, never quite recovered.
I was in town under stressful circumstances and did not have time to pack up and play Hotel Roulette. I considered asking for another room, but with Hilton’s track record lately, that is like asking the chef for a different cut of meat when I am already halfway through the mystery stew.
The bed was flat, the pillows even flatter, and the linens… well, let us just say they had a history. I did not sleep. I endured.
The PTAC unit was doing its best to soldier on despite years of neglect. The filter screens were so coated in grime that the original color was more of a suggestion than a memory. Someone had clearly passed a vacuum over it at some point, but what it really needed was a long soak and a fresh start. A clean unit means clean air, something I would have very much appreciated.
Rust adorned every pipe and door hinge in the bathroom area like a poorly planned art installation.
Dust collected around the edges of the hard to reach floor areas like it was hosting a family reunion. And behind the toilet? You do not want to know.
Housekeeping arrived on day three but came without a bathmat or any hand towels. The replacement bed linens were better, which was a small mercy. The pillows, still sad, were at least less tragic.
Then came breakfast, which deserves its own sitcom.
The waffle batter was so thin, I half expected it to evaporate. I sprayed the waffle iron with the provided cooking spray (ever the optimist), but the batter clung to it like a toddler to your leg on the first day of school. It took two full minutes to scrape it out. Two minutes I will never get back.
Then there were the community jars of whipped butter, cream cheese, and marmalade, all lovingly equipped with a single knife each and to be shared by all. Picture a parade of strangers smearing, double dipping, and joyfully cross contaminating, and you will understand why I backed away slowly. I do not know who approved that setup, but the health department might want a word.
As for the eggs? Already peeled and sitting in a suspicious yellow liquid, raising more questions than breakfast ever should. Why can I not peel my own eggs? Are gloves used in this mysterious egg peeling process? The suspense was not delicious.
The dining area was left to its own devices. Crumbs blanketed the tables like a flaky croissant gone rogue. No one was wiping anything. I had to break out my Clorox wipes, and honestly, what came off that table could have earned its own zip code.
At 133 dollars a night, I expected clean sheets, a quiet night, and not to feel like I was sleeping in a thrift store with plumbing issues. Instead, I got a crash course in lowered expectations and a new appreciation for my own bed.
Now let us talk about what a real deep clean actually means, because it is not just fluffing the pillows and spraying the air with something labeled “linen breeze.” A proper deep clean gets into the bones of the room. We are talking stained carpets that need extracting, wall damage that needs patching, furnishings that need more than just a halfhearted lint roll, and rust that should never have been allowed to age like a fine wine. And then—ah yes, the PTAC unit, that humming little beast in the corner—perhaps the most important and most ignored piece of hotel infrastructure.
According to industry standards (and common decency), PTAC units should be cleaned thoroughly at least twice a year. That means the filters are not just vacuumed in a hurried once over. No no, they are removed, soaked, degreased, and properly dried so that guests are breathing air, not a cocktail of dust, mildew, and mystery particles. The coils should be cleaned, the drain pan cleared, and the casing wiped down like it actually matters, because it does. Nothing says “welcome” quite like circulating stale air through years of other people’s skin cells. If guest comfort and health are still on the priority list, then the PTAC deserves more than a casual glance from a housekeeper with a feather duster and a prayer.
I will not be back. And I cannot recommend this location to anyone. Room number 314.
Upon entering my room, I was greeted with a scent that defied easy description. It was not the usual moldy hotel smell. This was something mustier, dirtier, more stale. And layered right on top of that was the unmistakable, sickly sweetness of artificial maple syrup. Not the comforting kind you drizzle over pancakes. This was the kind that clings to old plastic and regret.
The decor had not aged gracefully. What it really needed was either a thoughtful update or, at the very least, a thorough steam cleaning and a little pride in presentation. Stained carpets, a sofa pillow with an open wound, and wall damage that told the story of a poorly placed kitchen table. The curtains and wallpaper had been through something, and judging by the smell, never quite recovered.
I was in town under stressful circumstances and did not have time to pack up and play Hotel Roulette. I considered asking for another room, but with Hilton’s track record lately, that is like asking the chef for a different cut of meat when I am already halfway through the mystery stew.
The bed was flat, the pillows even flatter, and the linens… well, let us just say they had a history. I did not sleep. I endured.
The PTAC unit was doing its best to soldier on despite years of neglect. The filter screens were so coated in grime that the original color was more of a suggestion than a memory. Someone had clearly passed a vacuum over it at some point, but what it really needed was a long soak and a fresh start. A clean unit means clean air, something I would have very much appreciated.
Rust adorned every pipe and door hinge in the bathroom area like a poorly planned art installation.
Dust collected around the edges of the hard to reach floor areas like it was hosting a family reunion. And behind the toilet? You do not want to know.
Housekeeping arrived on day three but came without a bathmat or any hand towels. The replacement bed linens were better, which was a small mercy. The pillows, still sad, were at least less tragic.
Then came breakfast, which deserves its own sitcom.
The waffle batter was so thin, I half expected it to evaporate. I sprayed the waffle iron with the provided cooking spray (ever the optimist), but the batter clung to it like a toddler to your leg on the first day of school. It took two full minutes to scrape it out. Two minutes I will never get back.
Then there were the community jars of whipped butter, cream cheese, and marmalade, all lovingly equipped with a single knife each and to be shared by all. Picture a parade of strangers smearing, double dipping, and joyfully cross contaminating, and you will understand why I backed away slowly. I do not know who approved that setup, but the health department might want a word.
As for the eggs? Already peeled and sitting in a suspicious yellow liquid, raising more questions than breakfast ever should. Why can I not peel my own eggs? Are gloves used in this mysterious egg peeling process? The suspense was not delicious.
The dining area was left to its own devices. Crumbs blanketed the tables like a flaky croissant gone rogue. No one was wiping anything. I had to break out my Clorox wipes, and honestly, what came off that table could have earned its own zip code.
At 133 dollars a night, I expected clean sheets, a quiet night, and not to feel like I was sleeping in a thrift store with plumbing issues. Instead, I got a crash course in lowered expectations and a new appreciation for my own bed.
Now let us talk about what a real deep clean actually means, because it is not just fluffing the pillows and spraying the air with something labeled “linen breeze.” A proper deep clean gets into the bones of the room. We are talking stained carpets that need extracting, wall damage that needs patching, furnishings that need more than just a halfhearted lint roll, and rust that should never have been allowed to age like a fine wine. And then—ah yes, the PTAC unit, that humming little beast in the corner—perhaps the most important and most ignored piece of hotel infrastructure.
According to industry standards (and common decency), PTAC units should be cleaned thoroughly at least twice a year. That means the filters are not just vacuumed in a hurried once over. No no, they are removed, soaked, degreased, and properly dried so that guests are breathing air, not a cocktail of dust, mildew, and mystery particles. The coils should be cleaned, the drain pan cleared, and the casing wiped down like it actually matters, because it does. Nothing says “welcome” quite like circulating stale air through years of other people’s skin cells. If guest comfort and health are still on the priority list, then the PTAC deserves more than a casual glance from a housekeeper with a feather duster and a prayer.
I will not be back. And I cannot recommend this location to anyone. Room number 314.
Viajero anónimo
Comentó el: 12 may. 2025
Viajó en: marzo de 2025
Stayed 3 nights in March for Mets Spring Training. Less than a 10-minute drive to Clover Park. We had a king suite. It was very clean. Large closet and bathroom area. Breakfast is included and had a large selection, so we ate each morning. We did not use the pool, but it was open. The staff was pleasant and helpful. My towel rack fell off the wall and maintenance came in 30 minutes to fix it. We would definitely stay here again.
Viajero en familia
Comentó el: 9 abr. 2025
Great stay!
The hotel staff was friendly and helpful. Our room was clean, spacious, and quiet. The breakfast was delicious. They served eggs, bacon, carnitas, and the traditional bread, fruit, muffin, and oatmeal options etc., as well as waffles. If all Homewood Suites hotels are like this I will be switching from their Hampton hotels to Homewood Suites.
Viajero anónimo
Comentó el: 7 abr. 2025
Viajó en: abril de 2025
I love the fact that the bathroom shower did not have any mold at all. Very clean. Also the pillows did not have weird smell like in other places.
I also loved the breakfast . Very nice.
I also loved the breakfast . Very nice.
Posizione
Calle Real del Jigüe, 117, Trinidad, 62600, Cuba|0,3 km dal centro
10 attivitànel raggio di 0,17 km
Aeroportonel raggio di 1,70 km
Check-in e check-out
Check-in dalle ore:
14:00
Check-out entro le ore:
12:00
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