When I research hotels, trendy and elegant are always on the top of my list. And price. I don’t want to spend a lot for luxury. I’m not asking too much. Really.

I spent days researching lodging in Barcelona, Spain and the winner was The Mirror Hotel in Eixample. A location decked out in pure white and…mirrors. Go figure.

The stark white lobby was a pure contradiction to the Royal Garden Hotel, the traditionally plush London accommodations that I had just arrived from.

The attendants at the reception were young, friendly and eager to accommodate the new arrivals. All I wanted to do was drop my baggage off in the room and start exploring this magical town in Spain. Quickly.

I grabbed my sleek credit card style key and headed towards the glass elevators.

Passing the monochrome winged men in the sitting room on my way to the lift was disturbingly sexy. Suited business men lounging carefree. Yes, slightly hot.

After exiting the elevator into a sterile hallway, I gazed at the wall with bewilderment, unsure of what to do next. It took a minute to realize that the card had to be swiped to open the doors to the foyer of select rooms.

Once inside the swipe of the card opened the room door too. Very Mission Impossible. Or at least Grey’s Anatomy.

The room was…white. Very white.  I don’t know why I was so surprised.

From the looks of the padding on the wall I wondered if a straight jacket would be hanging on the bathroom door in place of a cushy robe. Nope. Phew.

There was an uncertainty about how a person could possibly sleep sound in this room of purity, but with the cushy bed it wasn’t a problem.

The white was broken up by an all-mirror vanity area. They even managed to make the beauty products look institutional.

The frosted glass bathroom door was a pleasant break in the monotony. But, the inch gape between the door and the wall was not as delightful.

Even though I have been married a long time, I don’t want the hubby seeing or hearing my business. Or vice versa.

Mornings at The Mirror Hotel were an unexpected treat.

The continental breakfast was the best I had ever indulged in; charcuterie, house-made jams, crusty breads and fresh juice. A nourishing feast that prepared me for a day of exploration and new experiences.

Would the Mirror Hotel be too trendy for you? What is the most modern hotel you have ever stayed in?

Disclosure: My stay was partially sponsored by the The Mirror Hotel, but all the words I write come straight from my, sometimes distorted, mind. Just as it should be.