The Problem With Hotel Thermostats (And What To Do About Them)

I know I’m not the only one to ask if it feels warm in a hotel room after checking in.

Here is a picture of me thinking I could change the temperature in the room.

You arrive after a day of traveling and get to your room. After you put your bags down, you notice there’s a lack of air circulating in the room. First thought, find the thermostat. Turns out that pressing that temperature down arrow might not help your situation any.  Hotels are coming up with smarter and smarter ways to save on energy bills by putting you in less, or sometimes without any, control of the temperature of your room.

I remember our first encounter with an energy efficient room was on a trip to London. There was a slot near the door into which you had to insert your room key card so that the lights, television and air conditioner would turn on. This was fine if you were staying in the room but as soon as you left, everything went off. Our first solution, since we were a couple and had 2 room keys, was to leave one of our keys in the slot. Not the best solution but at least our room was cool when we returned. Then we sought other solutions. Were there other cards in our wallet that would work? Credit Card?  Those worked but we were not leaving one of those  in there while not in the room. An AAA card worked but we might need that for the places that gave discounts. How about our library card? Bingo!  It worked to keep on the lights and we didn’t need it during the day.We left a nice tip each day, kindly asking housekeeping not to remove the key from the slot after cleaning the room. Eventually we just kept a random hotel card key in our wallet at all times for rooms with such a system.

Insert room key in order to get electricity and A/C

This experience was almost a decade ago and technology has improved a great deal since then. Hotels are now using motion detectors, infrared sensors, sound detectors and door monitors to tell if you are in the room and then change the temperature settings accordingly. The issues with the lack of control given to guests because of the new “smart” room technology seem to be increasing because I’ve read 4 articles on the subject recently.

I first remember reading an article on the subject back in 2010 showing you  how to “hack” your thermostat. I tried using tips from this post but was never in a room with the same type of thermostat.  More recently I’ve seen that mainstream publications like The Wall Street Journal  and the Los Angeles Times have written articles on the subject. The latter even gave some ways to trick the most complicated of sensor arrays.

Alas, those systems that rely only on motion sensors are not always guest-friendly. Unless they’re sleepwalking, guests who are abed aren’t moving in a way that a motion sensor can detect.

The solution for immediate relief is to buy a Mylar balloon (sturdier than a regular balloon) that trails strings or ribbons and let it move around your room, triggering the motion sensor.

Now I do admit, the idea of walking into every stay at a hotel carrying a Mylar balloon and then having it fly around my room all night are two of the most absurd images I can think of.  However, I do know one or two friends (and they know who they are) who, I have no doubt, might try this idea after reading this post.

The final thought on this issue is if hotels think we don’t care that the temperature in the room is out of our control, they will keep setting it to whatever they want. The solution is to complain to the hotel. Do so while you are there and the hotel may adjust the room temperature, thereby making  your stay more comfortable. If no relief is given, then a mention of this fact in an online review or survey will show them this is an issue that guests care about and can no longer be ignored.

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#TBT: Alaska ’09 Trip Report (Pre-Day 1)

PART 1 of 9: In August of 2009, I (Sharon) deserted my husband Joe and our puppy Dobby (at the time we had had her for about a month and a half) to go on a cruise to Alaska with the choir of which I was a member at the time (we were booked to sing on the ship). Some of my writing style has changed since 2009, some of my snark is exactly the same and heaven knows that cameras and photos have improved in the past 8 years, but here is the trip report I wrote about those adventures…the good, the bad and the ugly! 

Friday, August 14, 2009 (Pre-Day 1)

After waking up at 6:30am on Thursday morning and going to bed at midnight. I woke up at an ungodly 4:30am. It was so early that even Dobby, my daily 7:00am alarm clock in the form of a 4.5-month-old toy poodle, looked at me as if to say,  “what are you doing up so EARLY?” (I did admittedly take some small bit of satisfaction at ME waking HER up for her morning potty, for a change – and to say goodbye, of course).

Joe drove me to the airport and I met up with my singing friends “Carlene” and “Stewart” while I was waiting on line at Starbucks – but not before I saw the brand-spanking-new (well, to me – I don’t know how long it’s actually been there) Famiglia Pizza in Terminal A. Yay, we finally got a straight-from-NYC Famous Famiglia Pizza in Orlando again, after the one near Walt Disney World closed! Unfortunately, it’s in the terminal Joe and I hardly ever visit. Sigh.

Our plane took off on time and, joy of joys, whoever was supposed to sit between Carlene & I either didn’t show up or sat somewhere else. So we had plenty of extra room for our “stuff.”

img_0895They served breakfast around 10am. Well, they sold breakfast, anyway. It doesn’t matter if you’re on a nearly 6-hour flight; if you want something more substantial than one 1.4 oz oatmeal raisin cookie and a 1 oz bag of pretzels and soy beans, you’re going to have to pay for it. And, sucker that I am, I did. For $6 I got hash browns, sweet sausage and reconstituted egg product. Let’s just say the hot tea was good.

The rest of the (long, LONG) flight was thankfully uneventful and we arrived in Seattle around the time we were supposed to, if not a little earlier. We had reservations for the QuickShuttle shuttle bus but with a little more than an hour to wait for it, I took the opportunity to buy a salad, apple and Dasani water to go (lest anyone think I made 100% healthy choices, I also got a package of chocolate & peanut butter M&Ms, too).

img_0900img_0896img_0898I have no idea what our route was to Vancouver – I’ve never been to Washington State, let alone Seattle (nor Vancouver, for that matter) so short of the one famous needle-topped building and chain stores, I have no idea of anything about where we were or to what places we went. I saw signs that said we were on I-5 for quite a while, if that means anything to anyone. But otherwise, the trip to Vancouver was alternating cities, towns, mountains and naps. Oh, and the little old Spanish-speaking lady in the front row who never shut up. Ever. For the whole trip. She yak yak yak’d with her daughter(?) for the entire trip. ¡Ay, Dios mio!

We eventually made it over the border (Border Patrol Dude: “Why are you coming to Canada?” Me: “Because that’s where the cruise ship leaves from”) and they did indeed let us in. I even got the Border Patrol Dude to stamp my passport – something he says he never does. But hey, I asked, LOL!

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAAfter stops at a few other hotels AND Vancouver’s airport, we finally arrived at the Sheraton Vancouver Wall Centre Hotel, where we were scheduled for a 1-night stay and where, at some point, we would hopefully meet the rest of the choir.  It was a REALLY nice place, with two towers that were each 30-something stories high. We were in the South Tower, on the 14th floor. My room, which was originally supposed to be a double (long story), was an interesting L-shaped corner room with 2 double beds that overlooked a busy section of Vancouver.

After dropping off our stuff, Carleen, Stewart & I went in search of food, since all of our meals all day had been small and far between…so we were starving! The only problem was that we didn’t know the city at all so we pretty much just picked a direction and started going straight. We bypassed some icky-looking places that sold pizza, paninis, Viet-Tai, etc., checked out the place that a homeless woman recommended (no, really!) and eventually came upon a nice restaurant called the Bacchus Restaurant & Lounge, OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAlocated at the Wedgewood Hotel & Spa. There were LOTS of people in the main dining area – so much so that we were seated in the back. Or so we thought. But it eventually dawned on us that our sitting so far away from everyone else may have been less so because of lack of space and moreso because we were very underdressed for the establishment. Think a tiny step above a “nice” restaurant that’s “dressy casual” and then there was us, in varying degrees of jeans, sneakers, stretchy pants, polo shirts and Hawaiian shirts. Fortunately, they were still willing to take our money, LOL! Anyway, the food was delicious…I had a steak, Stewart had the NY Strip and Carlene got the duck – we didn’t have a complaint about any of it.

We wandered back to our hotel and, after spending some time on the free internet (YAY!) on the 3rd floor, I walked around and looked for fellow choir people – ANY choir people because, if nothing else, we had no idea of what time or where we were meeting the next morning, to travel to the ship. I finally met up with “Caroline” and “Sue” at the bar (most of the choir people were from the U.K. Two British people at the bar? Coulda knocked me over with a feather…). and they gave me the lo-down…have the bags ready inside our rooms at 11am, tags attached, and meet outside at noon. Got it! Went back to the room, called Carlene and Stewart to let them know the plan and then, with most of this blog mostly written, I could FINALLY go to bed!

Next Throw Back Thursday: Driving to the ship and our first day at sea!

Why We Had Never Been to Harlem Before & What We Did When We Went

Since we grew up in the NY area, and because we visit Manhattan at least once a year, it’s hard to find things to do “in between Broadway shows.” We’ve done all the touristy things and a lot of the museums and other things that might interest us. But for this trip, we decided to do something we had never, ever done before – go to Harlem!

Harlem in the late 1970s. Photo by Manel Armegol

Going to Harlem nowadays isn’t such a big deal but from the 1920s until the early 2000s, Harlem was generally a low income area and not the safest of neighborhoods. Growing up in Brooklyn and then Staten Island, “Don’t go to Harlem; you’ll get killed!” is the kind of thing I heard my whole life. Now, I don’t know whether or not that was really true, but the point certainly scared me enough, as I entered my teens, 20s and 30s, that Harlem wasn’t on my short list destinations to visit, except in a “forbidden fruit” sort of way – part of the reason why I wanted to go because it was suggested I couldn’t/shouldn’t. I’m such a rebel, LOL!

But it’s 2017 now and Harlem had become safer over the past decade or so. Meanwhile, I really wanted to go to a church service in NYC where they sang black gospel, because I truly do enjoy that kind of music; the more hand-clapping and foot-stomping, the better! So I did my research to see what churches in Manhattan had gospel music and which would be the best for visitors, and First Corinthian Baptist Church (FCBC) made the top of the list – so we got an Uber and off to Harlem we went.

First Corinthian Baptist Church

Sunday worship services were at 7:30am, 9:30am and 11:30am, and it was suggested that visitors arrive early. “Early” is subjective, I’m habitually early as it is, and our Uber took less time than we anticipated, so we wound up arriving for the 11:30am service at a couple of minutes before 10am. It was cold out and we didn’t want to hang out outside for an hour and a half so we decided to join the 9:30am service, even though it was already in progress. I felt badly about that, but the gentleman at the door assured us it was OK.

As visitors, we were directed upstairs. And it was a LOT of stairs. See, FCBC is housed in what used to be the Regent Theater, a landmarked, historic building built in 1913 (yay, more old architecture!), and visitors are encouraged to sit the balcony. So we had to climb up a HUGE flight of steps. But once we made it to the top and had caught our breath, we saw that the view of the pulpit was awesome from up there!

The praise team was in the midst of singing when we arrived, so I was immediately happy and in my musical element. Reverend Dr. LaKeesha Walrond then led the sermon, “How Much Is Enough?,” which dealt with being more in tune with loving and sharing, rather than being focused on having, as she called it, “stuff.” Neither Joe nor I are Baptist, so attending a service that included a video of George Carlin’s classic “A Place For My Stuff” routine (one of the few “clean” George Carlin routines, LOL!) and a reading of Shel Silverstein’s “Hector the Collector” was refreshing and entertaining for both of us.

With a few more songs from the praise team, the service was over. As it turned out, their music was not exactly the type of gospel choir music I had been looking for, but their voices were great, their harmonies were tight and the sermon was enjoyable, so I was still very happy we went!

After church, Joe suggested we go to Hamilton Grange National Memorial, which is the home Alexander and Elizabeth Hamilton built in Harlem in the early 1800s – it’s currently part of the National Parks Department and is the only national memorial that was built by the person who it memorializes. For those of you who are Broadway buffs, it’s referred to in the song “It’s Quiet Uptown” from the stage musical Hamilton. The church was on 116th Street and the Grange was on 141st; we decided to walk it. It was a long walk, especially with temperatures in the mid-30s, but it was fun to see all of the different architectural styles of buildings we passed on our way.

grangeoutside2When we got to the Hamilton Grange, we signed up for a self guided tour. The building is relatively small so only a limited number of people can visit the upstairs rooms at one time. We bided our time by watching a short movie about Alexander Hamilton and looking at a timeline of his accomplishments, which were on 2 rooms on the first floor. After 10 or 15 minutes or so, our name was called and upstairs we went.

Public domain photos courtesy of the National Parks Department. For more photos and information, visit the Hamilton Grange pages of the National Parks Service.

The upstairs was a group of 3 large rooms and a couple of smaller spaces. Since the house had had variety of uses (including as a church) over the past 200+ years, to say nothing of the entire building being moved 2 times (!!!), details of the original house and furniture are limited, so it’s been filled with artifacts that Hamilton once owned, as well as some reproductions and the types of things the family might have owned during their time there. The space was done very well, complete with a hand-painted floor in the entry foyer that was in the style that was done at the time of the very early 19th century. A Parks Department representative remained in the middle of the space to answer questions, and she really knew her stuff!

With a quick visit to the gift shop (Hello, “It’s Quiet Uptown” T-shirt!), we took a train back downtown so we could have lunch. Our visit to Harlem was over. But what a fun day it was! I look forward to visiting the area again one of these days, preferably to get a tour of the Apollo Theater!!!

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To Uber, Taxi or Subway? That Is The Question

As usual, we decided not to rent a car while staying in Manhattan. For us, this is an easy decision to make, as rental cars are expensive, parking is even more expensive and you have many options to get around town.

Just as a reminder, this post is part of our trip report on our trip to see Hamilton.

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Hotel Review: The Towers of the Waldorf=Astoria New York

So yeah…we had a room for 2 nights at the Waldorf=Astoria. It’s someplace we had never stayed before and who knew if we would ever be able to again? So Sharon took lots of notes and photos so she could remember. Here are her notes of the visit.

roomkeyTravel plans are all Joe’s department. But I’ll be perfectly honest. Despite Joe’s penchant for getting us rooms in nicer hotels for very little cost, I usually don’t like staying at “fancy shmancy” places. We’re not wealthy by any stretch of the imagination and as someone who grew up very middle class, I am much more comfortable and at ease at a Holiday Inn Express or a LaQuinta than I am at a Four Seasons or a Ritz Carlton. But I’ll make exceptions for old, historic places. You see, I love old architecture. Churches, houses, offices, you name it – if it’s an old building, especially from the time of about 50 years on either side of the beginning of the 20th century, I love it and just want to stare at every little nook and cranny, preferably for long stretches of time. Meanwhile, we had gotten wind that the owners of the Waldorf=Astoria (opened in 1931; my sweet spot for architecture!) were going to soon close the entire hotel for 3 years to do major renovations (they’re going to turn the majority of the hotel rooms and suites into condominiums). On top of that, although I had grown up and lived in New York (Brooklyn until I was 10, then Staten Island for about 25 years) before we moved to Florida, I had never even stepped foot in the building and very much wanted to before it closed, so I could see it in its originally intended form. So when Joe found the opportunity to stay there for 2 nights, I shed my comfortable blanket of “as long as it’s clean, a middle of the road hotel is fine” and jumped at the chance.

Sharon photobombing Cole Porter’s piano. Yes THAT Cole Porter.

The main lobby of the Waldorf=Astoria (that’s not a typo – the history of the hotel was actually 2 separate hotels on 5th Avenue, the Waldorf and the Astoria, built by two feuding relatives in the late 1800s. When they sold the properties in the late 1920s to make way for the Empire State Building, they joined forces to build the Waldorf=Astoria – the equal sign showed that neither owner was better than the other) was built in the Art Deco style, with strong curves and clean lines. The outside of the building earned Historic Landmark status in the 1990s and the ground, first, second and third floors are in the midst of gaining said status (Update: they since have). Besides playing host to millions of guests over the years, including eight decades of U.S. Presidents, the Waldorf=Astoria has also has had some very famous people who lived there, including Cole Porter (his piano, still in use, is in the main lobby), Frank Sinatra, Marilyn Monroe, Herbert Hoover and Dwight Eisenhower.

The Grand Clock in the main lobby. How I managed to get a shot with hardly anyone in the picture is beyond me – people were constantly walking through there day and night!

The Grand Clock sits in the center of the lobby and is an attraction unto itself. Built for the World’s Fair in 1893 and purchased by the Waldorf=Astoria in 1931, it was meant to commemorate the 400th anniversary of Columbus discovering America, so it shows explorers, politicians and sports figures in bronze bas relief around its pedestal. The clock chimes every 15 minutes and is just wonderful.


Off and above the lobby are some lovely ballrooms, restaurants, bars, shops, etc., which we looked at as we walked around for an hour and change (there was a tour available on the Saturday we were there but we didn’t ask about it until late Friday night. The front desk didn’t know much about it and the concierge was gone for the night by that point, so we didn’t bother. I wish we had.). I’m so glad the upgrading will only affect the upstairs rooms and the lobby and surrounding areas will be unscathed!

towerslobbyBecause we were staying at the Towers of the Waldorf=Astoria, we had a separate entrance on 50th Street, instead of the main entrance on Park Avenue. The lobby was much smaller (but just as elegant), and therefore much quieter. The staff at the Towers was lovely and we especially enjoyed talking to Cha Chi (yes, it’s pronounced Chachi) and Daniel, who helped us with our bags, answers questions, etc. Our entrance was on the ground floor but the main lobby, located on the 3rd floor, was just an elevator ride away (via an old Otis elevator with gorgeous wood paneling).

The suite we were in was impressive, although not quite as much as the lobby. Redecorating had obviously happened since the 1930s and although it appeared that the original doorknobs, doors and bas relief ceiling mouldings were all intact, the furnishings, and especially the bathroom (which looked like it had been redecorated in the mid-1970s, with with lots of brass and lucite) were a very different style from the lobby. But it was still really cool overall, with a nice view of Park Avenue!


So yeah…as much as I’m more comfortable staying at moderate hotels, our experience at the Waldorf=Astoria was just wonderful and I’m really glad we were able to do it! It’s a gorgeous building, both inside and out. My fingers are crossed that (A) the renovations allow some of the original charm of the remaining rooms to still shine and (B) they somehow offer another “too good to be true” deal that we nab before it’s pulled, LOL!

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