Escape to Paradise: Your Dream Holiday Home in Starigrad, Croatia
Escape to Paradise: A Review That's Less Tourist Brochure, More Real-Life Adventure in Starigrad, Croatia (Oh, Boy!)
Okay, so "Escape to Paradise." The name itself – a bit much, right? I mean, how can anything truly live up to that in the travel world? But hey, Starigrad, Croatia was calling, and Google Maps said this place, whatever “Escape to Paradise” really was, had a decent star rating. So, off we went, with a suitcase full of optimism…and maybe a slight sprinkle of skepticism.
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- Meta Description: A brutally honest review of "Escape to Paradise" in Starigrad, Croatia. We delve into accessibility, food, and the all-important "paradise" factor. Expect real experiences, quirks, and a touch of drama!
(Deep breath) Here we go… buckle up, buttercups.
Arrival & Accessibility: Getting in the Game (or Not?)
The first hurdle? Finding the damn place. GPS struggled a bit, and the initial directions were a bit vague. We finally located the place, and the exterior…well, it looked promising. Clean lines, that Mediterranean vibe. Now, about the accessibility – this is where things got a little…complicated.
Wheelchair accessible? They claim it. And to their credit, the main entrance was ramped (a definite plus!), and there's an elevator. And for me, that counts a lot! But, as we explored further, it was clear that “accessible” was perhaps more of a goal than a fully realized feature. Some doorways seemed a tad narrow, and maneuvering through the shared spaces could be a bit, shall we say, "interesting." (Side note: I kept wishing they'd just chuck a few extra strategically placed grab bars in the bathrooms.)
Exterior Corridors: At least there were no stairs to worry about.
Facilities for disabled guests: There's SOME effort here. Maybe if you contact them beforehand, they will accommodate your needs, I didn't think to, shame on me.
First Impressions & Feeling Safe-ish
Check-in/out [express]: Was definitely a quick and easy process.
Check-in/out [private]: The staff were friendly and helpful, no complaints.
CCTV in common areas & outside property, Security [24-hour], Smoke alarms, and Fire extinguisher all pointed towards a focus on safety. This is reassuring!
Hotel chain: Part of a larger chain.
Doorman: There was a doorman!
Front desk [24-hour]: Easy!
Rooms: My Personal Oasis (Minus One Thing)
Our room… okay, here’s the truth: it was nice. Really nice. Clean, modern, and with that glorious Adriatic sea glimmering outside the big windows.
- Air conditioning? Oh yes, blessedly working.
- Blackout curtains? Absolute heaven.
- Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!? YES! (And it actually worked!)
- Additional toilet: Was convenient.
- Alarm clock: Check. (Thank god, I can never wake up in a new city.)
- Bathrobes: Yes.
- Bathroom phone: Useful for calling those room service people!
- Bathtub: Yes!
- Carpeting: Yes.
- Closet: Yes.
- Coffee/tea maker, Complimentary tea, and Free bottled water: I’m already sold!
- Daily housekeeping: It was hard to tell whether anything was being done (which is a good sign)
- Desk: A perfect place to ignore work emails.
- Extra long bed: A godsend!
- Hair dryer: Yes.
- High floor: The view was incredible.
- In-room safe box: Always a plus, for your important stuff.
- Ironing facilities: I didn’t use them.
- Laptop workspace: Convenient.
- Linens: Clean.
- Mini bar: Tempting.
- Mirror: Yes!
- Non-smoking: Yes!
- On-demand movies: Perfect for a lazy afternoon.
- Private bathroom: Yes.
- Reading light: Good.
- Refrigerator: Perfect for storing the wine I snuck in.
- Safety/security feature: Safe.
- Satellite/cable channels: Lots of choices.
- Scale: I avoided it.
- Seating area: Yes!
- Separate shower/bathtub: Bliss.
- Shower: Strong water pressure.
- Slippers: Comfortable.
- Smoke detector: Obvious.
- Socket near the bed: Crucial.
- Sofa: Relaxing.
- Soundproofing: It worked!
- Telephone: Yes.
- Toiletries: High-quality.
- Towels: Plentiful.
- Umbrella: In my case, non-used.
- Visual alarm: Useless to me.
- Wake-up service: Nice.
- Window that opens: Thank god!
The only thing missing from the room? – a decent USB charging port by the bed. Seriously, hotels, get with the times!
Food & Drink: A Mediterranean Adventure (With Ups and Downs)
The restaurants! Ah, here’s where things got really, really interesting.
- A la carte in restaurant: They serve a variety of meals.
- Asian breakfast, Asian cuisine in restaurant: I didn't see any.
- Bar: Great for cocktails at sunset.
- Breakfast [buffet]: Standard fare, nothing groundbreaking, but sufficient.
- Breakfast service: Good service!
- Buffet in restaurant: Standard fare, nothing groundbreaking, but sufficient.
- Coffee/tea in restaurant: Great coffee and tea service.
- Coffee shop: I didn't go to the coffee shop.
- Desserts in restaurant: They were delicious.
- Happy hour: What a great thing!
- International cuisine in restaurant: Good selection.
- Poolside bar: The cocktails were decent, but a bit pricey (come on, guys, we're in Croatia!)
- Room service [24-hour]: A lifesaver at 3 AM after a night of…ahem…exploring.
- Salad in restaurant: Delicious.
- Snack bar: Basic snacks.
- Soup in restaurant: Delicious.
- Vegetarian restaurant: There was a vegetarian option available to me.
- Western breakfast/cuisine in restaurant: The breakfast choices were pretty good.
The Poolside Bar: I'm going to tell you a story. I spent one glorious afternoon parked at the poolside bar. The sun was a beast, I’d already had a swim, and the barman (who, bless his cotton socks, knew how to make a proper Negroni) was chatty and friendly. I ordered a cocktail, got another one (it was “Happy Hour!”), and let the world melt away. I'm not going to lie, I may have dozed off. That’s what I call “paradise.”
On-site accessible restaurants / lounges – The restaurant was lovely, and seemed reasonably accessible.
Ways to Relax & Things to Do: Is This Where the "Paradise" Hype Comes In?
This is where Escape to Paradise really tried to earn its name.
- Body scrub & Body wrap: I didn’t try these, but they looked good.
- Fitness center & Gym/fitness: Decent gym, if you’re into that kind of thing (I’m not).
- Foot bath: Yes!
- Message: The spa was lovely.
- Pool with view: Breathtaking!
- Sauna, Spa, Spa/sauna, Steamroom, Swimming pool, Swimming pool [outdoor]: Wonderful, you can't swim in the sea, but you can swim here.
The Spa Experience: My Personal Paradise Moment
Okay, ditch the gym, forget the fitness center. Let’s talk SPA. I splurged on a full-body massage. And… (leans in conspiratorially)…it was heaven. The woman was magic! I mean, genuine, melt-into-the-table, tension-knots-dissolving magic. The room was all hushed tones, calming music, and that
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your meticulously planned, color-coded travel itinerary. This is a chaotic, wine-fueled love letter to a Croatian holiday home in Starigrad, and trust me, it's going to be… well, something.
The "Lovely" Holiday Home Debacle: Starigrad, Croatia - My Brain on Vacation
Day 1: Arrival and Existential Dread (aka Jet Lag)
- Morning (ish - let's be real, it's afternoon): Landed in Split. The airport smelled faintly of sunscreen and impending doom (jet lag, mostly). Grabbed the rental car – a tiny, anxiety-inducing Fiat 500 named "Zippy" (irony is a cruel mistress). Navigating Croatian traffic was a contact sport. I swear I saw a donkey crossing the road at one point. Or maybe that was just the dehydration kicking in. Needed a bottle of water. And a hug.
- Afternoon: Drove (slowly, Zippy didn't know what "fast" was) to Starigrad. The coastal road! Breathtaking. Sun, turquoise water, the scent of pine… And then I missed the turnoff. Twice. Finally, after a near-death experience involving a very aggressive Croatian pigeon, I found the "Lovely" Holiday Home.
- Initial impressions: Lovely. Spacious. Clean (ish). The balcony promised epic sunsets. There was a key. I used the key and fell asleep.
- Evening: Woke up in a puddle of drool (jet lag, I tell you!), starving. Scrounged for food in the fridge: a single, suspicious-looking lemon, a carton of milk that had seen better days, and a bottle of local wine. Decided that wine was the answer to everything. Drank it on the balcony, watching the sunset. It was… well, lovely, despite the lack of food. Briefly considered the meaning of life, Croatian philosophy, and if I could survive on bread and wine for a week. The wine won.
Day 2: Conquering the Adriatic (and my Fear of Heights)
- Morning: Dragged myself out of bed. Ate a soggy cracker for breakfast (still no food). Decided to embrace the "live like a local" vibe. Which, as far as I could tell, meant existing on caffeine and the aforementioned wine.
- Afternoon: Walked around the town. Stumbled upon a tiny, hidden beach. The water was impossibly clear. Plunged right in. It was glorious. All my worldly problems just floated away. Except the one where I forgot my sunscreen. Note to self: buy sunscreen.
- Afternoon (take 2): Stumbled upon a local restaurant. Ordered grilled fish (I think it was fish). Delicious! And cheap! Croatian food = winning. Started to experience euphoria.
- Evening: Decided to attempt a hike up to the fortress. Halfway up, had a minor panic attack. Heights are not my friend. Breathed through it (badly). The view from the top? Worth it. The descent? Equally terrifying (apparently, gravity is also not my friend). Celebrated survival with more wine.
Day 3: The Paklenica National Park Adventure (aka Getting Lost in Paradise)
- Morning: The sun was shining. Coffee brewing (miraculously). Feeling pretty good. Decided to tackle Paklenica National Park, aka the place where they filmed some of those cheesy Winnetou movies. (don't tell anyone I saw those when I was a kid; they're terrible).
- Afternoon: The park was… epic. Towering cliffs, winding trails, the crunch of gravel under my feet. Started on a trail marked "easy." Two hours later, I was scrambling over rocks, clinging to a rope, convinced I was going to die. "Easy" is a relative term, apparently.
- Afternoon (take 2): Got completely lost. Spent a glorious hour (maybe two) wandering amidst the trees. Eventually, I found my way back to civilisation. Tired, but I'd still do it again.
- Evening: Reward with a generous helping of pasta. The restaurant owner, Marko, kept refilling the wine glass and sharing local tales (most of which I didn't understand but laughed along to anyway). Decided Marko was my new best friend. He probably wasn't. But the wine made me feel that way.
Day 4: The Boat Trip Incident (or, "I'm Not Cut Out for Smooth Sailing")
- Morning: Booked a boat trip! Sun, sea, relaxation! Said everyone, ever.
- Afternoon: Got on the boat. Immediately felt seasick. The waves were small. I was a mess. Spent most of the trip with my face in the life jacket.
- The "incident": After the seasickness, came the swim. Dipped my toes in the crystal water, looked at the vibrant fish, then was engulfed by a wave and started swallowing litres of ocean water. Was saved by Marko, who (miraculously) turned up on the boat (he had connections apparently) and pulled me out of the water. I was sputtering, coughing, and generally looking like a drowned rat. The rest of the boat looked like they were having a blast. I just wanted to lie down.
- Evening: Had a pizza. Went to bed at 7.
Day 5: Culture, Conundrums, and Contemplation
- Morning: Sunscreen acquired! (Finally!). Wandered through the village, checked out the church (lovely frescoes), and indulged in a gelato (lemon, of course). People-watching is a fine art form, especially when you don't understand the language.
- Afternoon: The heat was on. Reached the peak of laziness. The Holiday Home was a welcome escape from the sun. Read a book on the balcony, watched the waves crash against the shore, and contemplated the great mysteries of life. Like, why are Croatians so good at grilling fish?
- Evening: Tried to cook. It involved a lot of smoke, a near-disaster with the gas stove, and resulted in a slightly charred meal. Gave up. Went to Marko's again (surprise!).
Day 6: Repeat, Repeat (and Regret)
- Morning: Same as Day 5, but with a slightly more desperate search for decent bread.
- Afternoon: The heat, and the wine, had me beat. Slept.
- Evening: More pasta. More wine. Started to worry, just briefly, about when this whole adventure would end.
Day 7: Departure and Reflections (Mostly Sadness)
- Morning: Packed my bags. Zippy the Fiat and I said our goodbyes. The drive back to Split was bittersweet. The Croatian coast was even more stunning the second time around.
- Afternoon: Sat at the airport, waiting for the flight. Reflecting… Starigrad. The sea. The people. The wine (oh, the wine!). The chaos. The imperfections. All of it… wonderful.
- Evening: Goodbye, Croatia. I'll be back. Maybe next time I'll learn to navigate, swim, and cook. Probably not. But hey, that's the beauty of travel, right? You don't go to become a perfect version of yourself, you go to be the messy, imperfect, wine-fueled human you already are.
Final Thoughts:
This trip wasn't perfect. It wasn't always smooth. But it was real. It was funny. It was chaotic. And it was utterly, beautifully, Croatian. Also, I need a holiday to recover from my holiday.
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Okay, So *What* Exactly *Is* Escape to Paradise? Is It Actually Paradise? (And Should I Pack My Wings?)
Alright, let's be real. My expectations were *sky-high* going in. "Paradise"? Come on! Turns out, Escape to Paradise is a holiday home in Starigrad, Croatia. Think stunning Adriatic views, the Velebit mountains looming dramatically... It looks unreal in the pictures. And... well, is it paradise?
Honestly? Close. Like, really, *really* close. The pictures? NOT photoshopped. The water IS that turquoise. The air DOES smell like pine and salt. But paradise is a *promise*, right? And nobody, NOBODY, told me about the occasional rogue seagull who thinks your balcony is a personal buffet. (More on those feathered fiends later...)
So, Geography Time: Where *IS* Starigrad, Exactly? I'm Map-Challenged.
Starigrad... okay, picture this. Croatia, right? Then, a sliver of coastline. Then, on THAT sliver... the coast! Seriously, I’d need a GPS to explain it properly. Think of it as hugging the Velebit mountain range, right on the Adriatic Sea. It's near Zadar, which is a bigger city with an airport, so that's usually how you get there. Get lost in the winding coastal roads and the mountains. It's so nice I wanted to stay there forever.
The drive *from* the airport to the house? Breathtaking. Seriously, pull over. Take a photo. You'll thank me later. Especially if you're used to commuting on the M25...
What's the House *Actually* Like? Because "Luxury Holiday Home" Can Mean *Anything*.
Right, "luxury." Again. The word's about as trustworthy as a politician these days. But Escape to Paradise? It *delivers*. It's a villa, actually. Several bedrooms, all with en-suites – thank the lord! (Privacy is GOLD on holiday.) Huge, sunny living area, fully equipped kitchen, a balcony with a view that’ll make your jaw drop... Seriously. It’s got a pool, but more on that later – oh, the POOL...
The furnishings are modern but comfortable. It’s not ostentatious; it's more "stylish beach house" than "bling palace." And, critically, it's CLEAN. Oh, SO clean. Which is important if, like me, you're mildly germophobic.
And, speaking of clean, let me tell you about that pool…
Tell me about the Pool! Because Pools are Important. Very Important.
The pool? Oh, the pool. This is where things get… passionate on my part. Picture this: Sparkling turquoise water, overlooking the sea... and a built-in infinity edge that somehow makes the whole thing look even MORE stunning. I mean, the pictures don't do it justice. You could literally spend your entire vacation just...floating. And I practically did. I'm not usually a pool person, I prefer the sea. But this pool… changed me.
The only downside? Trying to get my two kids to get out of the pool. My wife was always shouting, it was a constant, which, you know… is part of the joys of family holidays.
The best bit? The evenings. Glass of wine, pool lights on, stars above... Pure bliss. I'm getting goosebumps just thinking about it. Okay, I'm probably building it up. I'm a bit of a romantic, but the pool was just amazing.
Okay, So What Do You *DO* In Starigrad (Besides Pool-Sit)?
Alright, the important stuff. Well, the obvious: swimming! The Adriatic is crystal clear; the beaches are pebbly (bring water shoes!). There's also Paklenica National Park, which is a MUST. Even if you're not a hardcore hiker (like me), the walks are incredible. The views! The air! (Did I mention the air?) I was practically breathing in the beauty.
Starigrad itself is a charming little town. Lots of restaurants (more on those later), cafes, and ice cream parlours– which, yeah, I visited several times. They also have cute little markets. You can rent a boat and explore the coastline. But be warned, navigating in a small vessel is more challenging than it looks. And the strong currents could be pretty frightening if you're not used to it.
Talk to Me About the Food! Is It All Just…Fish?
Okay, food. A critical question. And no, it’s not ALL fish. Though, the fish? Divine. Freshly caught, grilled to perfection. I ate more seafood in a week than I normally eat in a year. And it was glorious.
But there's more! Think grilled meats, pasta dishes, local wines (the *wine*!), fresh vegetables… The Croatian cuisine is amazing. Loads of restaurants with incredible views. I'm not a foodie, but even *I* noticed the quality. The portions, however, were sometimes a bit scary. Plan for a siesta after a lunch. And the service? Extremely relaxed. Which I actually loved. You're on holiday, after all!
My recommendation? Find a konoba (traditional tavern) off the beaten path. The food there... pure magic. Book a table though, it's a popular treat.
Oh God, The Seagulls. You Mentioned Them. Tell Me the Horrors.
Right. The seagulls. They are… persistent. Relentless. They operate with a level of cunning that Darwin would be proud of. They are basically flying rats with a penchant for stealing your breakfast. Picture this: Sitting enjoying coffee and a croissant on the balcony, sunlight, sea breeze, PERFECT. Then... *Swoop!* Gone. Croissant, vanished. Seagull, triumphant.
One of them even tried to steal my wife’s glasses. Seriously. She had to dive back into the house. The kids found it hilarious. I, not so much. Take note: Never leave food unattended. Ever. And maybe invest in a seagull-repelling device. I didn't, and I regret it.
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