“Her name is Rio and she dances on the saaaannndddd…”
Why was this song in my head the whole week I spent in San Antonio? The river here is the San Antonio River, not the Rio Grande. (shrugging lady emoji). Great song.
I rolled into West Texas to plan a conference for later this year and posted my horse up at the Grand Hyatt San Antonio. While the rest of the town had more vibes of Disney World meets 1960’s time trap, the Grand Hyatt was refreshingly modern and well-appointed.
The rooms were spacious, clean, and was dressed appropriately in Texan accessories and textiles.
A convention center hotel always offers the best views and this one proved no different – a sweeping roof view and glimpse of the “Tower of the Americas,” aka revolving restaurant from the 60’s with observation deck out of an 80’s prison. We will not be hosting an event here after brief consideration.
I was sort of in love with the hallways and their modern saloon vibe. Wish there was a pony traversing them.
The Grand Hyatt offered the other accouterments of sprawling property – many bars, Starbucks disguised as something else, and a Ruth Chris so you could expense a $20 side salad. One differentiating feature was this charming little pool outside of the fitness area. The view wasn’t the best, but the sunshine was and I contemplated staying all day.
All in all, I quite enjoyed the Grand Hyatt San Antonio, just steps away from a river boat stop. I’d be quite happy to stay here again later this year. Giddyup!