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Fairfield Inn by Marriott
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2 reviews for Fairfield Inn by Marriott
Train arrives after some time. Apparently, I've lost the papers that Hiep gave me at the train station. After four stops (and another crying baby), I had a guy waiting outside the station with a taxi. All he had to do was drop off a couple of guys at the same place I was going and come back for me. But another guy came to the same spot while I was waiting and jetted off to the hotel. Man, he was buzzing through the streets. It almost reminded me of the last time I was in a taxi in New York. If it weren't for the fact that the streets were empty tonight, we might have hit someone.
So I checked in to the hotel. I asked for an entrance side room and directions to Fenway Park for tomorrow. After consulting with Hiep, I also scheduled for a hotel shuttle to take me to the train station and I could go back to North Station to take the subway again. I wonder if the shuttle could save me time and get me to North Station directly. Probably too far. Oh well. I had to get food as well. I saw D'Angelo's down the road from the hotel so I went to get some.
I got into a cab with the same driver from the night before. When we did the money exchange, I must not have put my wallet back in my pocket, which I didn't discover until I was in the hotel and trying to get into my room. So I went downstairs to detail my situation to Heather, the front desk girl. She started calling around to various cab companies that service the inn to see if any of their cabbies turned in a missing wallet. At the one cab company she was sure would have it, an answering machine had come on. Apparently, they close at 7 on a Sunday night, which makes sense. I was thinking bad thoughts at that point. The good thing was that they closed early, which meant that the cabs weren't taking any more fares and the chances of my losing my wallet forever to a stranger were slim. But I sat in my hotel room, devastated at this point. I woke up next morning with some hope flickering that I might get the wallet back. A new girl had occupied the desk (I guess she was Heather's boss) and I told her that I was the guest who lost a wallet and had Heather calling various cab companies to get the wallet back. I called a couple of cab companies and was met with rather rude and unsympathetic cab company operators who probably get sob stories like mine all the time. At this point, I had pretty much given up hope of ever seeing the wallet again. I went to have breakfast in the eatery, but I didn't eat much. A couple of pieces of toast. I didn't even touch the Rice Krispies cereal I had grabbed. I was too depressed. I called one last company because the guy from the second company (I had called three and Jennifer had called one) had said that it was either Woburn Cab (the company with the answering machine last night for Heather) or First Cab, since they were the only ones with white cabs and black writing on the side. So I called First Cab and a foreign-sounding dude comes on and says he'll ask his cabbies if there was a lost wallet. I was eating breakfast morosely when my phone rang about a half hour later at 7:45. The same dude who answered me earlier (I never got his name) said some of the most miraculous words I've ever heard: "We found your wallet, sir." If it had been prudent at that moment and I didn't look like a crazy person for doing it, I would have let out the biggest sigh of relief ever. So I frantically instructed him to get me the wallet as soon as possible and get someone to deliver it to the inn. I had a hotel shuttle to catch at 8:30 and I didn't know how far the cab garage was from the hotel. He said not to worry so I finished my small breakfast (I must remark that the orange juice is probably the best hotel orange juice I've ever tasted), talked to Jennifer about them finding my wallet, then waited anxiously in the lobby for the guy. I was reading the USA Today sports page, but truth was, I was half-reading it. So finally, around 8am, a tall, strapping Middle Eastern dude walks into the inn holding a wallet. I immediately recognized it was mine. I was never so glad to see my wallet as I was then.
Okay, the only reason why I was so way out here in the boonies and obviously displaced was because almost every single decently named/known hotel was charging exorbitant rates for a night in Boston. Granted this was a business trip, but I am not shelling out $300+ for a room at the local Holiday Inn when I was able to stay at the Intercontinental 4 star luxury for under $200.
In so saying, CSAA pulled in a rate of $113 at the Fairfield Inn in Woburn (I could not even pronounce it correctly according to MA residents) but I said fine, because I needed a place to stay pronto Saturday and Sunday night.
First off, I got lost again and ended up not driving correctly toward the turn off because I flipped too many pages on my notepad and ended up heading back toward Boston. Second, by the time I got in, it was around 4:00 am, since I had just left a social gathering in Medford.
Aye Caramba! I checked in and after a slight fuss at the front desk (I was dressed in a school girl outfit for Halloween) I got assigned the room for people with wheelchair accessibility. WTF. I won't complain, however, as the room was large and expansive, even more so in the bathroom, where my big butt was able to maneuver itself around without getting bruised.
Comfy bed and warm fluffy comforter. One thing I have been assured of, is a big lofty comforter in MA, which was good, since it was dipping to the low 40's that night.
I barely had time to wash my face before I passed out, tired.
Housecleaning awoke me at 8:30 am. WTH??? I slugged my way to the front door and placed the "Do Not Disturb" sign and ended up sleeping in.
After a Sunday's rest here, they had placed a copy of their daily newspaper under my door as well as the charges for my two night stay. They serve a full breakfast here, but I was not in the mood to be the single Asian gal in a room full of white families. Unfortunately, it seems as if I do have some racial issues I need to confront, but not this time.
For the traveler passing through on their way north, I'd recommend this place for families and business stops. If anything, there are a myriad of stores and a Kohl's and Target nearby, which was useful since I picked up an extra pajamas and toothpaste due to my extended stay.
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