Unbelievable Samoens Balcony Views: Your Dream Apartment Awaits!
Unbelievable Samoens Balcony Views: My Dream Apartment (and the Real Dirt, Baby!)
Okay, so I'm back. Back from Samoens. Back from a place that promised "Unbelievable Balcony Views" and dammit, it DELIVERED. Honestly, just the thought of those mountains still makes my shoulders unclench. But before I get all gooey-eyed, let's break this down. Because no place is perfect, right? Even paradise comes with a hefty dose of "what the heck was that?"
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Phew. Alright, now the real review. Buckle up, buttercups!
Accessibility – The Ups and the Ah, Almosts
Listen, I’m not in a wheelchair myself, but I travel with my Aunt Mildred, who is. This place advertises "Facilities for disabled guests," which piqued my interest. The elevator? Check. Ramp access to the main reception? Yep. The apartment we got was accessible, which, in France, is rarer than a decent cup of American coffee. (Seriously, the coffee situation in France is a whole other review waiting to happen). BUT…
The website SAID it was wheelchair-accessible. And it IS. Kind of. The bathroom had grab bars, which was a huge win. But maneuvering around the bed, particularly in the master bedroom, with a wheelchair was… tight. Very tight. Let's just say Aunt Mildred learned some impressive new turning skills. The "accessible" restaurant? More on that later. Honestly, the commitment was there, but the execution felt a little like they tried, but didn’t quite Get. It.
On-site accessible restaurants / lounges: (The Restaurant, or "The Almost Accessible, Sigh")
Now, about that restaurant. The website was pretty vague. "Accessible restaurant," it said. Okay, great! We showed up, full of appetites and anticipation. The entrance was fine, but the tables… some were spaced closer than others. We had to ask to move once. And Twice. The first table was too close to other tables. The second table was right by the servers station and the hallway so people were constantly bumping into us, and bumping into each other. You know, it would be nice if the servers actually cared and provided assistance. The restaurant at least offered a pretty good menu, but no one bothered to help, let alone make the experience enjoyable or even tolerable.
Wheelchair accessible: (See Above.. or, Sigh Again!)
Internet Access: (Free Wi-Fi – Yay! But…)
FREE WIFI IN ALL ROOMS! This is HUGE. Seriously. I need my internet. Aunt Mildred needs her internet. (To, you know, check her bingo numbers. Don’t judge!) The Wi-Fi was, blessedly, strong. And free. And available. The LAN internet option felt a little old school (who uses a LAN anymore?!), but hey, options are always appreciated. BUT I did hear the hotel was upgrading their internet.
Things to do, ways to relax - Spa-tacular (Or, the Time I Accidentally Used a Sauna Like a Steam Room)
Okay, this is where Unbelievable Samoens really shines. The "Spa/Sauna" (and all its associated goodies like the steamroom, footbath, and massage options) was a freaking treat. The pool with a view? Absolutely gorgeous. The sauna? Well… let’s just say I’m pretty sure I wasn't supposed to pour water on the rocks. I think I may have turned the poor thing into a mini-steam room (the “sauna” was supposed to be dry heat, apparently, and I just.. didn't know that). The staff was incredibly patient with my sauna ignorance. I'm kind of embarrassed to admit that, and I just added it here. The spa experience, even with my slightly-less-than-expert sauna skills, was pure bliss.
Fitness Center – (I Didn’t Go, But It Looked Shiny from the Outside)
Didn’t touch it. Gyms and I are, shall we say, not friends. But it looked nice, and well-equipped. Probably.
Cleanliness and Safety – (Feeling Safe, But a Touch Over-Sanitized?)
They were SERIOUS about cleanliness. Like, seriously. Anti-viral cleaning products, daily disinfection, staff in masks, hand sanitizer everywhere… I felt like I could eat off the floor (though I wouldn’t, because, French floors). Individually-wrapped everything. They took the pandemic VERY seriously. Which is reassuring, obviously. But it also felt a little clinical at times. Maybe a touch too sterilized? I’m not sure. I like a bit of “lived-in” charm, I guess, but I cannot understate how happy I was to have my own room.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking – (Buffet Blues & Pretty Good Drinks)
Breakfast… was a mixed bag. They offered a buffet, which is always good when you're traveling with picky people. BUT the breakfast buffet was…. ok. A little too repetitive. I am an absolute sucker for a good breakfast buffet, but this one wasn't blowing my mind. On the upside, they did offer an Asian Breakfast. I'm not sure how authentic it was, but it was an interesting difference. The coffee was decent.
The real winner? The "Poolside bar." They make a killer Aperol Spritz. (Now that is truly unbelievable). They also made a mean Negroni, and the staff in the bar also offered some pretty good advice on things to do in the town. Happy hour was indeed happy.
Services and Conveniences – (The Good, the Useful, the Slight Lack of Charm)
The location is fantastic. Concierge service was helpful. They offer laundry service, which is a godsend when you’re hiking and/or sweating. The elevators worked great. The "Cashless payment service" was very convenient. BUT… it's a big place, and a little impersonal. The staff are all very professional, but I wouldn’t call it “warm” or “charming.” More efficient than emotionally resonant, if that makes sense.
For the Kids – (Family Friendly? Yes. But… maybe not the best for all kids?)
They’re definitely family-friendly. They have "Kids facilities," including a babysitting service (though I didn't use it). There were plenty of families there. But, given the spa and the generally "upscale" vibe, I wouldn’t necessarily say it’s the CRAZIEST place for kids. Probably best for kids who can appreciate a good pool and a mountain view without wanting to run wild the entire time.
Access, Safety and Security – (Solid, Reliable… But Lacking a Little Spark)
Everything felt very safe. CCTV everywhere. 24-hour security. Smoke alarms. Fire extinguishers galore. It's good, it's reassuring, but perhaps it lacked personality.
Available in All Rooms - (The Essentials, and a Few Luxuries)
- Air conditioning: CHECK. In public areas, too!
- Alarm clock: CHECK.
- Bathrobes: CHECK. (Nice touch!)
- Coffee/tea maker: CHECK. Caffeine is ESSENTIAL.
- Free bottled water: CHECK. Hydration is key.
- Hair dryer: CHECK.
- In-room safe box: CHECK.
- Internet access – wireless: CHECK. Everywhere!
- Non-smoking: CHECK.
- Private bathroom: CHECK.
- Satellite/cable channels: CHECK. (Though I was too busy looking at the mountains to watch much TV).
- Separate shower/bathtub: CHECK.
- Wi-Fi [free]: CHECK (are you sensing a pattern?).
- Window that opens: A MUST for those balcony views.
Getting Around – (Parking, Parking, Parking)
Car park [free of charge]: YES! Massive win. Parking can be a nightmare in some ski towns.
The Unbelievable Balcony Views – (Finally! The Good Stuff!)
Okay. Now for the moment of truth. The balconies. The views. Were they, as advertised, "unbelievable?" YES. Absolutely, unequivocally YES. The mountains rising in the morning sun, the snow-dusted peaks… It was breathtaking. My jaw dropped. It was the entire reason I booked this place. I was there a week, and I almost spent the entire time on the balcony. The view from my room was simply incredible, and the
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Samoëns: A Week of Alpine Bliss (and Utter Chaos)
Okay, alright, so here's the attempt at a schedule. Let's be honest, the only thing truly scheduled in this life is the existential dread, am I right? But, hey, we’re in Samoëns. Mountains, cheese, and hopefully, minimal existential dread. Wish me luck, I'm going to need it. Let's see where this thing falls apart.
The Premise: One week, a swanky-sounding apartment with a balcony in Le Grand Massif, Samoëns, France. The dream. Except the dream is usually a struggle to find where you put your passport, so… brace yourselves.
Day 1: Arrival & Déjà Vu (Because Let's Face It, You’ve Probably Lost Your Luggage at Least Once)
- Morning (or, more accurately, Late Morning): Flight lands. Airports – pure purgatory, even the cute ones. Find bags. (Fingers crossed. Pray to the luggage gods! Please, not again.)
- Afternoon: The rental car. Do I know how to drive a stick? Not really. Will I attempt it anyway? Absolutely. (Famous last words, preparing for the breakdown) Get vaguely lost on the scenic route. Stumble upon a little village that looks like a postcard. Buy ridiculously overpriced, yet delicious, baguette. Fuel up on strong coffee and try to remember the name of the apartment complex. "Le something… something with a… balcony!" Ah, right, that one.
- Evening: Arrive at the apartment! God, the balcony! Views for days! (Photo time, obvs.) Unpack (or, more accurately, chuck everything into a corner). Settle in to the apartment, my little home for the week. Find that pesky bottle opener I was so sure I didn't need? Guess I'm not drinking wine tonight. Try to decipher the French TV channels – instant entertainment via confusion. Microwave a ready meal. Eat it on the balcony, watching the sunset bleed across the mountains. Feeling… well, not terrible.
Day 2: Conquer the Mountain (Maybe)
- Morning: Wake up, possibly with a crick in my neck from sleeping sideways because the sofa bed is a death trap. Attempt to navigate the local boulangerie. My French consists of "Bonjour", "Un croissant, s'il vous plaît," and "Merci." The barista gives me a look, a mix of pity and amusement. Score a croissant! Success is achieved by carbs.
- Afternoon: Gondola time! Head up the slopes. Attempt to look like I know what I'm doing. (Spoiler alert: I don't.) Spend the first hour slipping and sliding. Fall spectacularly in front of a group of impeccably dressed skiers. Mortification. Eventually get the hang of the basics, but mainly stick to the bunny slopes. Enjoy the breathtaking views from the top! Swear the air is thinner up here (probably true - I'm so unfit), and the cheese smells heavenly!
- Evening: Après-ski! Find a charming little bar. Embrace the cheesy music, the happy atmosphere, and the… expensive beer. Chat to some locals, mostly through charades because my French is still appalling. Feel the warmth of the locals and the beer. Eat way too much fondue. Stumble back to the apartment, feeling like the mountain is swaying a bit.
Day 3: Cheese & Culture (and a Possible Crisis)
- Morning: Wake up (slightly hungover) to the glorious view. Coffee and a strategic application of sunscreen. Plan a visit to the local cheese factory. Cheese! Is there a better reason to wake up? I think not.
- Afternoon: A cheese factory visit! Learn about gruyere, reblochon, and all the other glorious cheeses! Sample everything! Buy an inhuman amount of cheese. Realize my luggage isn't very big so I am going to have to eat a lot of cheese before I leave.
- Evening: Attempt a proper French cooking class. End up burning the onions, setting off the smoke alarm, and generally making a mess. Laugh with my equally disastrous classmates, and bond over our shared culinary failures. Order pizza from a local, and eat it whilst on the balcony. Look at the moon which is beautiful.
Day 4: The Canyon & The Fear
- Morning: Get up, maybe to do some exercise. Nope. The views are too good. Sip coffee on the balcony and work on my inner peace (or, more accurately, avoid doing laundry).
- Afternoon: Go canyoning. The pictures looked amazing. Looked it up and read the reviews. I'm not sure there is a better place to get a good adrenaline rush. However, I have a slight phobia of heights and moving waters. I hope I don't drown or have a panic attack. It's fine. I'll probably be fine… Right?
- Evening: Survive canyoning! I didn't die or have a panic attack, hooray! Celebrate with a double scoop of gelato and a very long, very hot shower to wash off the chlorine.
Day 5: Markets, Mountains, and… Lost in Translation
- Morning: Explore the local market. The sights, the smells, the chaos! Buy local produce, fresh bread, and a scarf I didn't need. Try to haggle (in French, of course). Fail spectacularly in front of a very amused shop owner.
- Afternoon: Hiking! Choose an "easy" trail. Lie to myself. Find out it's not "easy" and involves at least three near-death experiences. Worth it for the views. Almost get mauled by a goat.
- Evening: Try to order dinner at a local restaurant. Get completely lost in translation. End up with something I didn't order, but it's delicious anyway. Discover a new favourite dish! Consider learning French.
Day 6: A Day of Doing Absolutely Nothing (and Loving It)
- Morning: Sleep in. Seriously. Read a book on the balcony. Watch the clouds drift by. Drink coffee. Repeat. This is the life.
- Afternoon: Wander the streets, take random photos, and just breathe. Embrace the slow pace. Feel the sun on my face. Appreciate the peace and quiet.
- Evening: Prepare a feast for myself using all the amazing local ingredients. (Maybe attempt to cook something more adventurous than a ready meal.) Eat it on the balcony, watch the sunset, and quietly celebrate the fact that tomorrow is a new day, but it's also almost time to go home.
Day 7: Farewell (and a Lot of Cheese)
- Morning (or Late Morning): Pack. Cry a little (at the thought of leaving). Eat the last remaining cheese. Say a heartfelt goodbye to the balcony, which I now consider my personal haven.
- Afternoon: The journey home. The airport. The inevitable airport stress. The memories of an amazing week.
- Evening: Land back home. Already starting to miss the mountains. Start planning next year's trip. The End.
Postscript:
This itinerary is a suggestion. You'll probably deviate wildly. Embrace the mess. Embrace the chaos. Embrace the cheese. And most importantly, embrace the adventure. Because life, like this itinerary, is messy, wonderfully unpredictable, and filled with moments you'll remember forever. And if you're lucky, you'll come home with a suitcase full of cheese and a whole lot of stories to tell. Bon voyage, and remember to breathe.
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Unbelievable Samoëns Balcony Views: Your Dream Apartment Awaits! ...Or Is It?
(Let's Get Real, Folks)
So, the Views... Are They *Really* That Good? My Instagram Feed Demands Truth!
Alright, alright, let's cut the crap. Yes. Mostly yes. Look, I'm not going to lie, the marketing photos? They're… *optimized*. The *reality* of the views from those balconies in Samoëns? Depends. Depends on the time of day, the weather, your tolerance for clouds, and, frankly, your apartment. Some are KILLER. Like, "makes you audibly gasp and then try to find a decent filter" killer. Others? Well, you're looking *at* the mountains. And hey, the *interior* design can be a little... let's just say it, 'French provincial, but on a budget.'
I remember showing up to one place, all excited, because the brochure promised this sweeping vista. Turns out, you had to lean precariously over the railing to *actually* see the *sweeping* part. The rest? A neighbor's roof and a slightly grumpy-looking cow. The cow was charming, though. Seriously. He really added to the overall *authenticity*. But the view? *meh.*
So, do your homework! Download Google Earth. Look at the street view (before the construction!) Ask for specific photos of *your* apartment's perspective. And please, *please* don't be afraid to ask for a video tour. Trust me, it's worth it. You're spending money on a *view*, right? Don't get catfished by a brochure! Or a cow.
Okay, So I'm Sold on the View (Assuming It's Real!). What About the Apartments Themselves? Are They Luxurious as They Claim?
Luxury? Now that's a loaded word, isn't it? Let's just say, Samoëns isn't exactly Monaco. You're not getting pure gold taps and a jacuzzi that pours champagne. You'll probably get something...functional. And maybe a little bit...charming?
I stayed in one that was labeled "luxury ski-in, ski-out." Ski-in, ski-out! Glorious! Turns out, to ski *in*, you had to navigate something that resembled an ice-covered goat track, and to ski *out*, you had to schlep your skis uphill for a good seven minutes. Luxury? My *behind*. It was more "slightly precarious, followed by a lot of huffing and puffing."
The kitchens? Expect them to be... compact. And the appliances? They might be a generation or two, maybe three, behind the times. But the beds? Oh, the beds! They're usually pretty good. After a day on the slopes, you'll happily collapse onto anything. And the balconies? Well, that's where you'll be spending most of your time anyway, right? Just… check the chairs. Some of them look like they've seen better winters (and a LOT of après-ski).
Don't go expecting a five-star hotel. Go expecting a cozy chalet-style experience, with a view you could happily stare at for hours. And if the appliances are ancient? Well, you'll be in good company. The French like to keep things for a long time. And hey, at least you can make coffee!
What's the Deal with Noise? Are the Apartments Quiet? I Need My Sleep!
Oh, noise. Ah, the sweet, sweet sound of… silence? Samoëns *can* be quiet. It can also be a noisy haven! In the winter, you've got the potential for the distant hum of the ski lifts, the happy shouts of skiers, and the occasional snowplow. In the summer? Well, you might have… y'know… *nature*. Birds. Bells from passing cows. And, if you're unlucky, the occasional party from the chalet next door.
I vividly remember one particular apartment. The *view* was stunning. Absolutely breathtaking. But the *neighbors*? They had a dog. A *very* vocal dog. And they seemed to go everywhere with it. So, imagine waking up at 5 AM to the sound of barking echoing off the mountainsides. Then, imagine trying to enjoy a morning coffee on the balcony to a chorus of barking. Then, imagine coming back from a brilliant afternoon on the slopes to a continued orchestra of barking. It became the soundtrack of the vacation.
Ask about soundproofing, especially if you're a light sleeper. Consider bringing earplugs. And, if you can, scope out the neighborhood before you commit. Is there a bustling street? Is there a building site? Are there any dogs? And, for the love of all that is holy, if you see a yappy little mutt, run for the hills... or find a different apartment!
How Easy is It to Get Around Samoëns? Do I Need a Car?
It *depends*. If you are staying in the town center, you might be able to get away without a car. The free ski bus is pretty decent, and you can walk to shops, restaurants, and the Grand Massif Express (the main gondola). But… and this is a big "but"… Samoëns is spread out.
If your apartment is outside the town center, you'll likely need a car. Or, at the very least, you'll need to be prepared to factor in bus schedules, taxi costs, and lots of walking. And let me tell you, walking in ski boots? Not fun. Not fun at all. Or carrying groceries up a steep road… *also* not fun.
I remember one year, we thought we'd be clever and save money by skipping the car. We ended up spending half our vacation waiting for, or crammed into, the ski bus. And the grocery runs? They were legendary. Multiple heavy bags, trudging up a snowy hill in the dark, trying to avoid slipping and falling. We looked like we'd just completed the Tour de France (which, by the way, is the only fun thing I’ve missed in my life!).
So, think carefully about your location and your tolerance for inconvenience. A car gives you freedom. But it also means parking headaches. It’s a trade-off. I'd recommend it but only if you get a good parking spot near you.
What's the Internet Like? Can I Actually Get Work Done, or Will I Be Stuck in a Digital Black Hole?
Internet? *Deep breath*. Right, let's address the elephant in the room. The internet situation in Samoëns can be… *variable*. Some apartments have decent, even *good*, wifi. Others? Well, let's just say they're clinging to the 20th century. Don't assume *anything*. Ask! Get it in writing! Because you might find that the advertised "high-speed internet" is more like "dial-up on a particularly bad day."Hotel Finder Reviews
