**Surabaya's BEST Family-Friendly Syariah Hotel: OYO 90584 Rumah Familiku Awaits!**
OYO 90584 Rumah Familiku Awaits! - My Surabaya Syariah Staycation… Or How My Kids Nearly Drowned in the Pool of Happiness (Mostly Happy!)
Okay, folks, let's be real. Finding a truly family-friendly hotel, especially one that ticks the "Syariah" box in a bustling city like Surabaya, is a quest worthy of Indiana Jones. Finding one good, that's a unicorn. Finding one that's… memorable? That's where OYO 90584 Rumah Familiku Awaits! throws its hat (or, you know, its prayer beads) into the ring.
First off, I’m not gonna lie, the name alone gives you a warm fuzzy feeling. "Rumah Familiku Awaits!" – it literally translates to "My Family's Home Awaits!" That sets the tone, doesn't it? And in a way, it did feel like a home, albeit a super-organized, super-clean, and religiously-minded one.
The Good, The Great, and the "Oh Dear God, the Kids!"
Accessibility? They've got it. The ramps, the elevator… bless them. My mother-in-law, bless her heart, could navigate the place like a seasoned pro. That’s a HUGE win.
Cleanliness? Utterly immaculate. Seriously, I’d eat off the floor… if it wasn’t so squeaky clean already! They're using all the right anti-viral cleaning products. Makes you feel genuinely safe in these crazy times. Rooms sanitized between stays, check. Daily disinfection in common areas, double-check. And I really appreciated the Hand sanitizer everywhere. My hyper-sensitive germ radar was practically silenced. Phew.
Food, Glorious Food! (And the Occasional Kitchen Disaster-Drama)
Okay, the Asian breakfast was… well, let's say it was education for the uninitiated. My kids, used to their sugary cereals, gave me look. But… you guys, the Asian cuisine in restaurant was actually really tasty! And it's all Halal, of course. The Breakfast [buffet] was decent, offering a range of options, and the Coffee/tea in restaurant was plentiful, a must for parents on the go.
Now, about the Room service [24-hour]. This is where things got… interesting. One night, after a particularly grueling day of chasing toddlers around the Swimming pool [outdoor] (more on that later), I ordered what I thought was a simple club sandwich. Turns out, “simple” is not the word. It arrived looking like a construction project, and my youngest, bless her, managed to smear mayonnaise everywhere. I nearly cried. But hey, the Bottle of water that came with it was a lifesaver.
The Pool of Potential Kid-Induced Panic (and Mostly Fun!)
Ah, the pool. The outdoor Swimming pool was the highlight for the kids, and the ultimate test for me. It had a view… of more hotel buildings. But the kids didn’t care. They were IN. And they were HYPER. I swear, I spent 90% of my time on high alert, scanning for potential drowning scenarios. The lack of a lifeguard made me a little twitchy, but the kids loved it. I think I aged five years in that single afternoon. But the shrieks of laughter… undeniably worth it.
Things to do, or How I Discovered My Inner Spa Snob… Kinda
Okay, the Fitness center was there, but let's be honest, I didn't so much as glance that way. Spa, Sauna, Massage… Now there's a suggestion! I managed to sneak in a half-hour massage. It wasn't the most luxurious spa experience I’ve had, but it was a brief respite from the chaos. And for a frazzled parent? Pure gold. I think I almost fell asleep, which is a huge win in my book.
The Syariah Side: Things That Matter (Mostly)
Hotel chain that is syar’i, this is why OYO 90584 Rumah Familiku Awaits is special. The staff are helpful and the decor is tasteful. It feels like a safe haven.
For the Kids: They are really Family/child friendly, and it is obviously a big selling point.
Services, Conveniences, and the Survival Kit of a Parent
Air conditioning in public area, Air conditioning in the rooms. Essential in Surabaya. Daily housekeeping, thank God, because… kids. Laundry service, also a godsend. Luggage storage, yep, they got it. Cash withdrawal, essential. They have Convenience store, so, well, there's that.
The Rooms: Comfort and… Character (and a Few Minor Quibbles)
The rooms were clean, the Air conditioning worked like a charm, and the Free Wi-Fi was a lifesaver. Absolutely no complaints there. The beds were comfy, the Bathroom phone (yes, really!) was a quirky touch.
The Small Stuff (The Nitty Gritty, the Annoying Little Details)
- Internet access – LAN: I didn’t test it, who even uses a LAN cable anymore? Internet access – wireless, Wi-Fi [free]: It worked. That’s all that mattered.
- The Alarm clock: My kids bypassed that immediately.
- The Mirror: Perfect for checking for rogue mayonnaise smears.
- The Reading light: Used more as a weapon against monsters under the bed.
My Verdict:
OYO 90584 Rumah Familiku Awaits! is not a five-star resort. It's not perfect. But it's Surabaya's BEST Family-Friendly Syariah Hotel (as far as I’m concerned, anyway). It's clean, safe, and offers a decent selection of amenities. Most importantly, it tries. It tries to make families feel welcome. It tries to make your stay comfortable. And honestly, after the week I had, that’s all that really mattered. Would I go back? Absolutely. But next time, I’m investing in a pair of mini-life vests.
My Honest, Human, and Slightly Over-Emotional Offer to You:
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- Family-Friendly Fun: With a delightful outdoor pool (remember the life vests!), you kids can have fun.
- Syariah Bliss: Relax knowing your values are respected with halal dining, prayer facilities, and a welcoming atmosphere.
- Convenience at Your Fingertips: Wi-Fi that (mostly) works, 24-hour room service (with a tiny risk of mayonnaise explosions!), and all the essential amenities you could ever need.
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(And hey, if you see a frazzled parent struggling with a few rambunctious kids at the pool, come say hi. We can swap stories and maybe even split a club sandwich… cautiously.)
P.S. Seriously, bring a life vest. Just saying.
Escape to Paradise: Unbelievable Villa Miracapri, Massa Lubrense, Italy
Okay, buckle up, buttercups. This isn't your grandma's meticulously planned itinerary. This is my Surabaya adventure, and it's going to be a glorious, chaotic mess. We're talking OYO 90584 Rumah Familiku Syariah Surabaya, and honestly? I'm going in blind. Wish me luck.
Surabaya: A Messy, Heartfelt Itinerary (and a LOT of Bintangs)
Day 1: Arrival and… Existential Dread? (or, "Where's the damn airport shuttle?!")
- 10:00 AM (ish): Arrive at Juanda International Airport (SUB). Okay, so technically I arrived. But the whole "arrival" process felt like a fever dream. The heat hit me like a brick wall. Seriously, I’m sweating like I’ve just run a marathon, and I haven't even seen a taxi yet. The airport is a beautiful mess. The airport’s chaotic charm. I am searching for the damn airport shuttle, I was stuck at the gate for over an hour. My luggage had to be handled by a polite elderly couple.
- 11:00 AM - 12:00 PM: Finding the OYO. (This is where the adventure really begins). Google Maps, bless its digital heart, thinks it knows where I'm going. The problem? I'm pretty sure the driver doesn't. We circled the block three times before I, using my stellar Indonesian (read: "Terima kasih" and a lot of pointing), managed to convince him to stop looking lost and start looking for the actual address. Finally, we find the spot. It’s less "Syariah" and more "charmingly rustic" – but hey, the AC better works, because that heat is a killer.
- 12:00 PM - 1:00 PM: Check-in, unpack, and collapse. Oh, sweet, sweet air conditioning. The room is… basic. Let’s call it “economical”. The bed looks like a marshmallow, which is either a blessing or a curse. I'm going with blessing. Unpacking feels like a monumental task after the airport ordeal. Immediately, I fall on the bed and dream of cold drinks.
- 1:00 PM - 3:00 PM: Lunch: Find a local warung (small, casual restaurant). I'm craving anything spicy. The search begins. I stumble upon a small warung down the street, a symphony of clanging pots and the aroma of fried goodness. A young lady with a smile as wide as the Surabaya River serves me Nasi Goreng. The flavors are exploding in my the mouth – a rollercoaster of chilies, soy sauce, and the occasional stray piece of chicken bone. I am sweating again from the food.
- 3:00 PM - 5:00 PM: Trying to embrace the "Syariah" aspect. Trying. I’ve pulled out my questionable headscarf. I feel like I am in a movie scene, and I am the clumsy protagonist. I’m not getting good vibes, so I back down from my attempt.
- 5:00 PM - 7:00 PM: Walking around the city. I had to go to the toilet for the food, which turned into a disaster. After the long walk, I try to explore. The city is alive. The smells are pungent. The chaos I feel is electric. I end up at a bustling street, full of vendors selling everything from questionable meat on sticks to elaborately decorated ice cream. Decide to give in to the sugar rush. I try out the ice cream, and it makes me regret my decision. I end up feeling sick, and I have already given up on today's plans.
Day 2: History, Humor, and a Stomach Ache (oh, and more Bintangs)
- 9:00 AM: Wake up… slowly. Bed is still a marshmallow. I was so sick yesterday after all the food, and I was still feeling off.
- 10:00 AM - 1:00 PM: House exploration. The hotel is old and strange. Some beautiful rooms. The water pressure is terrible.
- 1:00 PM - 2:00 PM: Lunch Part II. This time, I am going for something safer: plain white rice.
- 2:00PM - 5:00 PM: Tunjungan Street. The most beautiful building in Surabaya. Shopping, taking pictures, and just enjoying the scene.
- 6:00 PM - 9:00 PM: Dinner and Bintangs at a local restaurant in the city center.
Day 3: Departure (and a promise to return, eventually… maybe.)
- 9:00 AM: Pack. The hardest part.
- 10:00 AM: Check out.
- 11:00 AM: Airport.
- 12:00 PM: Boarding.
- 1:00 PM: Goodbye.
Post-Trip Thoughts:
- The Good: Surabaya is exhilarating. The people are unbelievably friendly (even when deciphering my terrible Indonesian). The food, when it doesn’t try to murder you, is extraordinary.
- The Bad: The heat is a force of nature. The roads are… challenging.
- The Verdict: Would I go back? Absolutely. But next time, I'm booking a much nicer hotel. And I’m bringing a hazmat suit for the food adventure. But in all seriousness, Surabaya, you were a trip. Thanks for the memories, the near-death experiences, and the reminder that sometimes, the best adventures are the ones that go gloriously, hilariously wrong.
So, what are we *actually* talking about here? Spill the tea!
Ugh, you want the *short* answer? Well, alright. Let's say… we're talking about the stuff that keeps me up at 3 am. You know, the big questions. The small ones. And everything in between. It could be anything from the meaning of life (still working on that one, by the way) to the *absolutely critical* importance of having the PERFECT type of coffee. Today I feel like something like... the feeling of going back to school; maybe a lot of people are feeling it. So. I'll just wing it.
Okay, fine. School. What's so interesting about going back to school? Sounds… boring.
Boring?! Look, I get it. I've seen *enough* back-to-school commercials to last a lifetime. But think about it. The sheer *anticipation*. The potential! It's like, a whole new chapter, right? A fresh start. (Even if you *know* you're going to mess up spectacularly at least once.) I remember my first day back in high school. New backpack, new haircut (which, by the way, my mom *insisted* on... a *terrible* bowl cut. Mortifying!). I was convinced I'd finally be popular, finally ace chemistry, finally... find my tribe. Spoiler alert: that didn't *quite* happen on day one. Or year one. Or… well, you get the idea. The point is, it had possibilities! Also, the smell of that new textbook and the fresh pencils. Ah, pure nostalgia.
But what about the bad stuff? The homework, the awkwardness, the… everything?
Oh, the *bad* stuff. Yeah, let's not sugarcoat it. School has its downsides. Homework? A soul-crushing beast. Awkwardness? Oh, the *awkwardness*. I'm talking crippling social anxiety, clumsy tumbles in the hallways, and the crushing realization that your crush is, like, totally out of your league. I once spent a whole lunch period hiding in the library bathroom because I accidentally spilled spaghetti sauce all over my shirt during the cafeteria. Seriously. SPAGHETTI SAUCE. The horror! The sheer embarrassment! But, you know? Looking back, it's kinda funny. Horrifying and funny.
Okay, you've painted a picture. So, back to school, huh? What's with all the fresh starts?
Okay, let's get real for a second, cause even though going back to school for me is more nostalgia than truth, it still has some importance to the whole thing. See, every time the bell rings, it's like a whole new book. Maybe you didn't get all the great grades you thought you would, and maybe your friends aren't the best. In this case, you get to rewrite the story. You get to try to be more confident. If you see someone at the lunch table, maybe you'll be more willing to approach them and ask if you can sit there. Maybe you'll decide to be a better student. The possibilities can be endless! The chance, to be someone else, in some cases, might be tempting. But honestly, it's just a chance for some fresh starts.
What's the most awkward school memory you have? Be honest!
Oh. God. Where do I even *begin*? There was the time I accidentally called a teacher "Mom" during a history presentation. Mortifying. Absolutely. But, I'll give you the big one. I was at a high school dance, and I'd built up the courage to ask my crush, Greg, to dance. After a few minutes, the slow song hit. Perfect. Except... I completely blanked. Like, mid-song, I just froze, staring at him like a deer in headlights. And then, to top it off, I somehow managed to step on his foot. Hard. He winced, I mumbled an apology, fumbled with my hands, and practically *ran* off the dance floor. I hid in the bathroom for a good hour, crying. I will never forget that pain. The mortification. The utter and complete despair. And the terrible taste in my mouth. And, as if I don't look awful enough, Greg got to dance with the most popular girl in school. And for the rest of the year, I would try to avoid him as well. The awkwardness will last for the rest of my life!
What about Friends from Schools?
Ah, friends. The lifeblood of the school. Let me tell you, making friends at school is vital to the whole thing. Without even someone to share lunch with, someone to help you on difficult homework, or simply just someone to go with, you cannot survive through the rough years of school. Maybe they don't last forever. Maybe you grew apart. But with them, you can create a bond, and share your experience. It's a weird place. But having friends makes it alright. Without the people to share my experience with, it would have been a hell of a lot worse.
Okay, so you're saying school isn't all bad? There are good things too?
Look, I'm a cynic at heart, but yeah. There were glimmers of light. The teachers who genuinely cared. The moments of triumph when you finally understood that complicated math problem. Seeing those friends. The *thrill* of sneaking a note in class (don't tell anyone!). The feeling of freedom when you finally could walk the school halls alone, finding your own way. The memories, like a funny smell or a favorite song, come back to life. It's not all doom and gloom, y'know? Besides, without school, how else would I have learned to appreciate that perfect cup of coffee?
What advice would you give to someone going back to school?
Okay, here's the brutally honest truth: Don't try to be perfect. It's impossible. You're going to stumble. You're going to mess up. You're going to embarrass yourself. And that's okay. Seriously. It's part of the fun. Be kind. Be yourself (or at least, the version of yourself you want to become). Try new things. Talk to people. Ask for help when you need it. And for the love of all that is holy, don't wear spaghetti sauce on a white shirt! And, oh yeah… be nice. Some people make friends. They may come to you. Be nice. If you don't, you may regret some things you do. You may spend your time hiding in the library bathroom. But hey. Everyone has to go to school. So enjoy it!
