Escape to Paradise: Stunning Wooden Chalet Near Spa, Belgium!
Okay, buckle up, because this review is gonna be a rollercoaster, just like my stay probably was. I'm diving headfirst into this list, and honestly, I'm already overwhelmed. Remind me why I'm doing this again? Ah yes, the joy of detailed reviews.
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Let's get this show on the road.
(My mental state at Check-in: Slightly frazzled. Travel is, as they say, an experience.)
Accessibility: (Important – I walked in with a cane!)
Right, so the accessibility…well, it’s a mixed bag, isn’t it? I came in expecting a fully accessible experience and that was maybe a little too hopeful, as usual. Let's be real here, this isn’t Disneyland. The lobby? Gorgeous. Wide open, easy to navigate. The elevators were great, spacious enough for a wheelchair, I’d wager. Nice carpets, which I found easy on my feet. The ramps were well-placed. But… and there’s always a but, isn’t there? The bathrooms, sometimes that’s where it gets tricky. I didn't review my own, but I heard from a fellow traveller that they were workable, but maybe not perfect. The doors were maybe a little narrow, for instance. Check before you book, please.
On-site accessible restaurants / lounges:
Again, this is a tricky one, since I didn't use any of these. But I did see them. The layout looked decent. You could navigate them easy enough. The staff, they were all very friendly and helpful, so I imagine they would have been really understanding if there were any issues.
Wheelchair accessible:
See above! Good in some areas, not so good in others.
Internet, Internet, Internet – Oh, the Glorious Internet!
Internet access:
Okay, let's get the basics out of the way. Yes, there is Internet. And it's… well, it's there.
Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!:
YES! Bless the engineers who made this happen! Free Wi-Fi is the lifeblood of the modern traveler. It’s a non-negotiable. I’m giving them all the points for this. If they don't have it, I don't book.
Internet [LAN]:
I actually didn't use this. Who uses LAN anymore?! I have my Wi-Fi! Though if you're one of those "secure connection is everything" types, it's probably useful.
Internet services:
I can't really remember. There was a business centre. I think.
Wi-Fi in public areas:
Yep, available. Worked fine. Again, essential.
(My Mental State Mid-Stay: Blissfully relaxed, mostly. Wine was involved.)
Things to do, ways to relax… Oh boy, buckle up. Because this is where things get interesting.
Body scrub, Body wrap, Fitness center, Foot bath, Gym/fitness, Massage, Pool with view, Sauna, Spa, Spa/sauna, Steamroom, Swimming pool, Swimming pool [outdoor]:
Okay, prepare yourself for a lot of pool talk. Let me tell you. I’m a pool person. A total water baby. And this hotel… the Pool with view? Chef’s kiss. (I’m not a chef, but you get the idea.) The view was spectacular. The infinity pool (they should have one) that overlooked… oh, I can't even remember. Something gorgeous. The water was the perfect temperature, the sun was shining. And the bar! (See, it comes back to the wine.) The poolside bar was a lifesaver. Cocktails, snacks, all served with a smile. I spent a considerable amount of time there. A very considerable amount.
The spa was also pretty fabulous. I splurged on a massage. Seriously, splurge. It was worth every single penny. The masseuse? Magic hands. Seriously. My knots were GONE. Poof! Vanished! The sauna was great – steaming away all the stress, and the steam room? Oh, I could have happily stayed there all day. I didn't try the body wrap or the scrub..
Cleanliness and safety: (Important, am I right?)
Anti-viral cleaning products:
Good. That’s what I want to hear.
Breakfast in room…
I took it. Because it was nice. Some days, a bit of extra time in bed and some continental breakfast, what's not to love?
Breakfast takeaway service:
I didn't use it.
Cashless payment service:
Yes, thank goodness. Who carries cash anymore?!
Daily disinfection in common areas:
Check. Good to hear
Doctor/nurse on call, First aid kit:
Yay for safety! Essential.
Hand sanitizer:
Everywhere. Seriously, you couldn't escape it. A good thing, obviously.
Hot water linen and laundry washing, Hygiene certification, Individually-wrapped food options, Physical distancing of at least 1 meter, Professional-grade sanitizing services:
All present and accounted for! Makes you feel safe-ish.
Room sanitization opt-out available, Rooms sanitized between stays:
Good. Nice to know.
Safe dining setup, Sanitized kitchen and tableware items:
They seemed pretty careful with dining.
Shared stationery removed:
Fine by me. Who wants to share a pen in this day and age?!
Staff trained in safety protocol:
Yep. They all seemed to know the drill.
Sterilizing equipment:
I didn't see it, but I'm glad they had it.
(My Mental State at Mealtime: Hungry!)
Dining, drinking, and snacking… My favorite category.
A la carte in restaurant, Alternative meal arrangement, Asian breakfast, Asian cuisine in restaurant, Bar, Bottle of water, Breakfast [buffet], Breakfast service, Buffet in restaurant, Coffee/tea in restaurant, Coffee shop, Desserts in restaurant, Happy hour, International cuisine in restaurant, Poolside bar, Restaurants, Room service [24-hour], Salad in restaurant, Snack bar, Soup in restaurant, Vegetarian restaurant, Western breakfast, Western cuisine in restaurant:
Woah, that's a lot of eating!
I'M A BUFFET PERSON! And this place delivered! The breakfast buffet was a glorious spread of everything you could possibly want, from waffles to noodles. The international cuisine was spot on, I ate both Asian and western cuisine. The desserts? Oh, my word. I had to physically restrain myself. The room service was a lifesaver on a couple of late nights (hello, jet lag!). And the poolside bar, as mentioned, was a highlight. Happy hour, essential. I believe the hotel went above and beyond in this area, I can't fault it!
(My Mental State at Checkout: Sad it's over. Already plotting my return.)
Services and conveniences… The Boring Stuff, but Important.
Air conditioning in public area:
Yes indeed.
Audio-visual equipment for special events, Business facilities, Cash withdrawal, Concierge, Contactless check-in/out, Convenience store, Currency exchange, Daily housekeeping, Doorman, Dry cleaning, Elevator, Essential condiments, Facilities for disabled guests, Food delivery, Gift/souvenir shop, Indoor venue for special events, Invoice provided, Ironing service, Laundry service, Luggage storage, Meeting/banquet facilities, Meetings, Meeting stationery, On-site event hosting, Outdoor venue for special events, Projector/LED display, Safety deposit boxes, Seminars, Shrine, Smoking area, Terrace, Wi-Fi for special events, Xerox/fax in business center:
Okay, this is where I get a little blurry. So many services! The concierge was AMAZING. Always helpful. The daily housekeeping was perfect; my room was always spotless. The elevator worked (crucial for this walker!). The convenience store was useful for snacks. The luggage storage was efficient. I used a lot of them. Everything was fine.
For the kids:
Babysitting service, Family/child friendly, Kids facilities, Kids meal:
I didn't use these, but I saw lots of families. Looked like it was very family-friendly.
(Random Thoughts Interjected: Did I mention the pool? Because, the pool…)
Access, Security, Room Features
Access: I covered most of
Escape to Paradise: Your Dream Belvilla Awaits in Castelsardo, Italy!
Alright, strap yourselves in, buttercups! We're not just going to Belgium. We're diving headfirst into the heart of it, into a wooden chalet with a view that'll make you weep with happiness… or at least, that's the plan. This itinerary? Consider it more of a loose suggestion, a whisper in the wind, a… well, you get the idea. My inner control freak (who, let's be honest, is usually in charge) is trying to take a backseat on this one. Let the messiness begin!
The Grand (Slightly Disheveled) Chalet Adventure – Spa Stoumont, Belgium
Day 1: Arrival, Hysterical Laughter, and Questionable Cheese
- Morning (or Let’s Be Honest, Early Afternoon): Alright, so the flight. Forget the perfectly timed airport arrival and elegant baggage claim. My flight got delayed. By two hours. Two precious hours I could have been basking in the pre-chalet glow. (Rant over.) Finally, Brussels! Rental car time. (Side note: Driving on the "wrong" side of the road? Apparently, I’m a natural. Just a slightly aggressive one. Sorry, Belgians!)
- Afternoon: Arrival at the chalet! The pictures online? Lies! Glorious, wonderful lies! It's even better. Seriously. That smell of wood… It's like a hug from a tree. The view? Panoramic. Majestic. Utterly Instagrammable. Which, of course, I must do. Unpacking fiasco. I overpacked, naturally. Finding the remote to the TV? A Herculean task. The first hour was a blur of unpacking, gawking, and trying to figure out the thermostat (which may or may not be working. Details, details).
- Evening: Grocery store run. It’s a Belgian grocery store. They sell cheese. So. Much. Cheese. I bought everything, including something that definitely smells like old socks. (Curiosity got the better of me.) Dinner: attempted gourmet, ended up being a lot of cheese and bread, plus a bottle of something red I didn't bother to translate the label on. (Living on the edge, people.)
- Side note: I actually got lost trying to find the grocery store. Twice. The GPS apparently has a wicked sense of humour.
- Night: Staring at the stars. The sky here is incredible. Pure, unadulterated, twinkling glory. I'll be honest, I felt like I was in a fairy tale with the occasional owl hooting in the distance. I could get used to this.
Day 2: Spa-tacularly Disappointing, and the Redemption of Chocolate
- Morning: Spa day! Or at least, that was the pitch. I, a firm believer that a good spa visit can fix anything, was super hyped. The Spa itself? A bit… underwhelming. The massage? Not exactly what I envisioned. The masseuse? A little bit too chatty. The whole experience? A tad overpriced. (Sigh.) But, hey, at least I now know what it feels like to have someone vigorously rub my back with lavender oil while simultaneously telling me about her cat.
- Afternoon: Chocolate Intervention. I needed chocolate. I deserved chocolate. I found a local chocolatier. And that, my friends, was the redemption. The smell alone could cure existential dread. The taste? Heaven. I bought more chocolate than any human being should consume in a single sitting. (I regret nothing.) I swear it tasted like a hug for my tastebuds.
- Evening: Wandered the little town the chalet was located in. Took a stroll along the winding streets. Watched a group of kids playing a game near the town hall. It was the type of thing that made you believe in the magic of childhood, even if you forgot what that felt like.
- Night: The fireplace. I had been told it could be a bit of a challenge to ignite. “Patience is key,” it said. Well, after a twenty-minute battle with the logs, I started to think the previous tenant was laughing at me from the afterlife. It took me two hours, a LOT of newspaper and desperation, but I finally got it going! Cozy, right?
Day 3: The Hike From Hell! (Or, at Least, a Really Steep Hill)
- Morning: The "magnificent walk" I'd read about. "Panoramic views!" the brochure blared. (It lied. Again.) It started out lovely, meandering through a charming forest. Then… the hill. Oh, the hill. It was less of a gentle walk and more a vertical climb of pure misery. I sweat buckets, my lungs burned, and I may or may not have muttered very unkind things about the brochure writer. I’m pretty sure a squirrel judged me.
- Afternoon: Revived myself (and my bruised ego) with a gigantic, calorie-laden waffle. (Belgian waffles: a national treasure. Fact.) It was exactly what I needed. Syrup dripping down my chin, joy radiating from my soul. That waffle was pure, unadulterated happiness in a circular form. I could eat those things all day. No, wait – I have eaten them all day.
- Evening: Trying to learn some French. (Mais non! Je ne parle pas français!) I ordered a local beer from a tiny pub. The bartender laughed at my horrendous attempt at pronunciation. The beer was excellent, though. A reminder that sometimes, even the most embarrassing moments can lead to something wonderful. I actually made some genuine human connection.
- Night: Writing in my journal, a little tipsy from far too much beer. Thinking about the week so far. Thinking about how I should really call my mother.
Day 4: The Lost Art of Doing Nothing (and the Glorious Absence of Schedule)
- Morning: Complete and utter sloth. Slept in. Drank coffee on the balcony (and maybe spilled some). Read a book. Watched the clouds drift by. Did absolutely nothing. And it was glorious. Pure, unadulterated, guilt-free nothingness. I felt like I had returned to my true self.
- Afternoon: A random drive. Found a charming little village I hadn’t planned on seeing. Got lost again. (It's becoming a theme.)
- Evening: Did a puzzle in front of the fireplace again! Actually managed to stay engaged for more than five minutes. I'm almost disappointed in how much I enjoyed it after the initial eye-rolling.
- Night: Another night staring at the stars, this time with a slightly clearer head. Wondering if I could just stay here forever. (Probably not, but a girl can dream, right?)
Day 5: Departure (and the bittersweet sting of leaving)
- Morning: Packing. Sifting through luggage crammed with cheese, chocolate, and the lingering scent of woodsmoke. Saying goodbye to that view. Saying goodbye to the chalet, its quirks, and its undeniable charm.
- Afternoon: The drive back to the airport. The final glimpses of Belgium. Sadness. A deep, resonating sadness at the thought of leaving.
- Evening: The flight home. Replaying the whole adventure in my mind.
- Late night: Back home. Unpacking the clothes. Smelling the cheese. Reminiscing about the laughter, the frustration, the chocolate, and the sheer magic of the chalet. Already planning my return.
This is it, the truth! No perfectly posed pictures. Just the raw, unfiltered beauty of a trip… with all its mess and heart intact. I hope you enjoyed it!
Vinci Villa: Pool, Garden Paradise Awaits! (Luxury Apartment)
Alright, lemme just say... WHY is everything SO DANG CONFUSING sometimes?!
Oh, honey, I feel ya. I *really* feel ya. It's like... you wake up, and the world's decided to switch to Klingon and you’re expected to understand the daily briefing. Like, just last week, I spent a solid hour trying to figure out how to program my new coffee machine. *An hour!* And I'm pretty sure I still failed. The beeping! The flashing lights! The sheer, unadulterated *judgment* of the digital display! Some days I just want to chuck the whole thing out the window and go back to instant coffee. And you know what else is confusing? Modern Art. Don't even get me started.
What's the DEAL with... laundry? Specifically, getting it done on time?
Laundry. Ah, the eternal struggle. It's a cruel cycle. You gather it, you sort it (sometimes), you wash it, you dry it... and then it sits in a basket, judging you for weeks. My personal kryptonite? Putting away the clean clothes. It’s like, what happened to the magic? I'm all energized during the washing phase - optimistic, even! Then the drying happens and everything smells fresh and wonderful! Then... *bam*. Laundry basket paralysis. It's a real thing, I swear. My current record is... sigh... three months. And yes, I was still wearing some things from the bottom of the basket. Don't judge me!
Why do people always tell you to "be yourself?" Sounds nice, but what does it even MEAN?!
Okay, this one gets me fired up. "Be yourself!" Fine, great, *except* what *is* "yourself" anyway? A constantly shifting, evolving, deeply flawed collection of habits, insecurities, and questionable life choices? Is the goal to embrace *all* of that? Because sometimes "yourself" is a total mess. Like, I try. I *really* do. I mean, I talk too much, I love to eat pizza at 3 am, and I definitely laugh way too loud in inappropriate situations. Is THAT the "authentic me" I'm supposed to unleash? There’s a fine line, people. Think about it.
Are there any moments when everything seems to fall into place?
Rarely. But that doesn’t stop me from looking. Like the other day, I was walking down the street, a sunny day, and I saw a dog, a Golden Retriever, and it licked my hand. It was perfect. Then, of course, it immediately tried to eat my hand, but for a quick second, pure bliss. Or sometimes when I get exactly the right amount of cheese on a grilled cheese. Moments like those are precious... and fleeting. Most of the time, things fall apart in the most spectacular ways, and the only way to survive is to keep laughing.
What's your biggest fear? (Be honest!)
Okay, this one's easy: Running out of coffee. And, maybe spiders. But really, the coffee. If the apocalypse somehow ends up being coffee-related, well, I’m toast. I've had nightmares. I am convinced, deep down in my core, that it's the biggest threat. I'm not even kidding. I’m not even *sort* of kidding. I once drove through a blizzard for FOUR HOURS to find a specific kind of coffee when my regular supply ran out. And, yeah, I'm ok with admitting I'm somewhat ashamed of it. But there's *good* coffee, and then there's *the other stuff*. The stuff that makes you want to write passive aggressive reviews online about it.
How do you handle a bad day?
It depends on how *bad*. If it’s just a minor inconvenience, I reach for the chocolate. If it’s a total disaster? Well, then it’s a full-blown meltdown, followed by a lot of ice cream and some truly terrible reality TV. Sometimes the best thing to do is just… wallow. Embrace the mess. And tell yourself it can only get better. (Spoiler alert: it usually does, eventually). But don’t let the bad days win! Even if you have to hide under your bed to stay sane, do it!
What's a guilty pleasure you're willing to admit to?
Oh, oh, oh! This is a good one! Karaoke. I *love* karaoke. I have the voice of a dying cat, and I butcher every song I attempt, but I love it. It allows me to unleash some serious drama. It’s freeing! It’s cathartic! Its mortifying! Usually, by the end of my performance, I am sweating, red-faced, and begging for the stage lights to be dimmed, but the feeling afterward… well, it’s a bizarre, delightful mix of embarrassment and pure joy. (And yes, sometimes I cry. Don’t judge me!)
Any advice you can give about... life?
Gosh, who am I to give advice? I’m a walking train wreck half the time! But… if I had to say anything… it's to be kind to yourself. And to everyone else, too, even if they’re being a total jerk. Laugh a lot. Cry when you need to. Don’t be afraid to be a mess. And, please, for the love of all that is holy… find some good coffee. It makes everything a little bit better. Maybe even the laundry.
