We stayed at the San Marino from March 17-24. We were not aware that this was "Semana Santa" (Holy Week) so we were surprised by the huge crowds on the beaches and everywhere else...
We were booked into room 526. Big Mistake. It was old and run-down, hard to access and it looked out over a VERY noisy street. After two nights of ruckus and mayhem from the street below, we changed to a much nicer room. It was room 319 and it looked out directly to the courtyard and ocean. It was also in nicer condition and MUCH quieter! An extra layer of foam on the bed from the housekeeping staff also helped with the very HARD bed.
The hotel itself is well-managed and is very clean. There always seemed to be someone sweeping, scrubbing or wiping away at something.
The staff were quite friendly, and the waiters were prompt when bringing drinks, etc. Smile, Victor.
The food. Bad. Very bad. Fancy this?
"Beef in its own juices", "Octopus". "Pork shops" (yes, "shops" that were like thick, hard slabs of bacon) "Back of hog in tomato sauce", and, of course, an all-time favourite, "Beef tongue". Yummy.
However, for you bacon lovers, it appeared that Wednesday is YOUR special day! (for breakfast, which was actually consistently good!)
The entertainment provided was quite a lot of fun. The "Regio toilet paper promotional people" showed up for two days in a row and gave away free towels, sandals and toilet paper, and on Wednesday evening, there was a "Mexican Fiesta" which provided folk music and dancing.
The location is superb. There are several good restaurants in the area, our favourite being the Cafe Olla a few blocks away. We much preferred this authentic sort of place after being sucked into the cultural chauvinism if Senor Frog's one evening for supper.
We met a lot of very nice people. The hotel has a interesting mix of clentele. A LOT of Canadians and among them were families, single, doubles and a notable presence of gays.
A special hello to Deb, Louise, Bob and even Dave.













