Escape to Paradise: Your Dream Harz Mountain Getaway Awaits!
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into a review that's less perfectly polished travel brochure and more… well, me, rambling with a keyboard. Let’s talk about that place. I’ll keep it intentionally vague for now, but you’ll get the idea. Prepare for some raw, unfiltered travel thoughts.
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Right, now that the digital marketing gods are appeased, let’s actually talk about this place.
First Impressions: The Labyrinth and the Lobby
Okay, the website promised a gleaming oasis, and the lobby did have that shiny, polished feel. Marble. Lots of it. But finding my room? That felt like navigating a particularly confusing IKEA showroom. Seriously, I think I clocked five different turns, two mistaken elevator trips, and a near-miss collision with a very apologetic (and possibly very stressed) housekeeping cart.
- Elevator, you are my friend, right? The good news is, the elevators are accessible. Thank the heavens. (More on accessibility later.)
- Check-in/out [express] & Check-in/out [private]: They offer both. I opted for express, but the line… let's just say it wasn’t particularly express. The private option seemed faster, but I needed to be somewhere, and patience is a virtue, that I didn't have at that moment.
- Concierge: They were helpful enough, directed me to the right places.
Accessibility: The Good, the Bad, and the "Almost"
- Wheelchair Accessible: The hotel claims to be. And honestly, it’s mostly true. Ramps were present, and I did encounter a wheelchair user without issue. The elevators are a lifeline.
- Facilities for disabled guests: They've got it.
- On-site accessible restaurants / lounges: Definitely a plus. Access was relatively straightforward.
- The little things make a difference: Wide doorways are great. But sometimes the automatic doors seemed to have a mind of their own, slamming shut before I could get through. I swear, I had a very close call with a particularly enthusiastic revolving door. My heart pounded.
Internet Access: The Lifeline (When It Works)
- Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!: Hallelujah! And in the public areas too! This is a must for me.
- Internet, Internet [LAN], Internet services, Wi-Fi in public areas: Mostly reliable. You had to sign in every day, which was a minor annoyance, but hey, a free internet is a free internet.
- Laptop workspace: Adequate, if not particularly inspiring. I'm a sucker for a good ergonomic chair; this wasn't one.
The Room (Oh, That Room!)
Available in all rooms: My room had the basics, but it went above and beyond, adding the optional extras:
- Additional toilet - useful.
- Air conditioning - essential.
- Alarm clock - classic
- Bathrobes - nice touch for the spa!
- Bathroom phone - who even uses this anymore?
- Bathtub, separate shower/bathtub - very nice.
- Blackout curtains - a godsend for catching up on sleep.
- Closet - adequate.
- Coffee/tea maker, Complimentary tea - yay for caffeine.
- Desk - functional.
- Extra long bed - nice for the taller people.
- Free bottled water - appreciated.
- Hair dryer - standard.
- High floor - with a good view.
- In-room safe box - always good.
- Internet access – wireless - obviously.
- Ironing facilities - useful.
- Linens, Towels, Slippers, Bathrobes - all good.
- Mini bar - overpriced, as always.
- Non-smoking - a relief.
- On-demand movies - the sign of luxury.
- Private bathroom - yes!
- Reading light - essential for the late-night bookworms.
- Refrigerator, Scale, Mirror - they're there.
- Seating area, Sofa - nice for chilling out.
- Shower - excellent water pressure.
- Smoke detector, Soundproofing - essential.
- Telephone - less practical.
- Toiletries - decent, but not the best.
- Umbrella – well, you better pray you won't be using it.
- Wake-up service - always a little stressful.
- Wi-Fi [free] - yesss.
- Window that opens - fresh air. Nice.
Room decorations: Bland, but clean. Lacking personality. I wanted something to make it feel unique.
Soundproof rooms, and doors that actually close. - bless them for these items, because you will want them.
Things to Do & Ways to Relax: Spa Day & Poolside Shenanigans
- Pool with view: The view was AMAZING, the pool itself was great, it was clean, and well maintained.
- Swimming pool, Swimming pool [outdoor]: A major selling point. I spent a significant amount of time lounging by the pool, book in hand, cocktail in… well, you get the picture.
- Poolside bar: Essential. They made a mean Mai Tai.
- Spa/sauna: Ah, the spa. They did know how to treat you like royalty.
- Body scrub, Body wrap, Massage: Delicious. My therapist was a magician.
- Foot bath: Amazing.
- Sauna, Steamroom: Relaxing and invigorating. My skin felt amazing.
- Fitness center, Gym/fitness: It was modern and well-equipped. I didn't use it (I was on vacation, dammit!), but it looked impressive.
Cleanliness and Safety: COVID-19 Era Adventures
- Daily disinfection in common areas, Professional-grade sanitizing services, Rooms sanitized between stays: Yes, yes, and yes. I felt safe, and appreciated the extra measures.
- Anti-viral cleaning products, Hand sanitizer: Plenty of it.
- Hand sanitizer: Everywhere!
- Rooms sanitized between stays, Safe dining setup, Sanitized kitchen and tableware items: Made me feel safe and protected.
- Staff trained in safety protocol: The staff, bless them, were wearing masks, and I saw them cleaning constantly.
- Physical distancing of at least 1 meter: Mostly enforced.
- Individually-wrapped food options: A smart move.
- Doctor/nurse on call, First aid kit: Always good to have.
- Anti-viral cleaning products: Appreciated.
- Room sanitization opt-out available: A nice touch for those who prefer it.
- Sterilizing equipment: I'm impressed.
- Hygiene certification: That's really important these days.
- Cashless payment service: Convenient.
- Shared stationery removed: No need.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: A Food Odyssey
- Breakfast [buffet]: A feast, but also a slight risk of getting overwhelmed.
- Asian breakfast: I tried it. Not really my thing, but a great option.
- Western breakfast: Perfect.
- Restaurants: Plenty of options.
- A la carte in restaurant, Buffet in restaurant: A good variety.
- Asian cuisine in restaurant: Yummy.
- International cuisine in restaurant: Something for everyone.
- Vegetarian restaurant: Excellent.
- Coffee/tea in restaurant, Coffee shop: Caffeine fix = essential.
- Bar, Poolside bar: Drinks, snacks, conversation.
- Happy hour: Always a good idea.
- Snack bar: Convenient.
- Room service [24-hour]: Always useful.
Alright, buckle up, buttercups. This isn't your sanitized, perfectly-coordinated travel blog. This is me, grappling with a holiday home in Hasselfelde, Germany, and the sheer, unadulterated chaos of trying to relax. Here goes…
Operation: Hasselfelde Happiness (or, Will We Survive This?)
Day 1: Arrival and the Great Garden Gamble
- 14:00: ARRIVAL! Finally. The drive, as always, felt like an audition for a demolition derby. Kids fighting, dog drooling, GPS yelling in a German that sounded suspiciously passive-aggressive. We arrive. The holiday home… well, it's kinda… charming. In a "lived-in-by-many-generations-and-smells-faintly-of-grandma's-cabbage" kind of way.
- 14:30: The Garden. Oh, the garden. My initial thought? “Glorious… and possibly haunted.” Seriously, overgrown roses clawing at the windows, a swing set that looks like it’s been abandoned since the Berlin Wall fell, and a general air of “unattended whimsy.” The kids instantly declare it "perfect for adventures," which translates to “mother, prepare for mud, mysterious bugs, and potential tetanus.” We spent the next hour and a half weeding a tiny patch to build a little fort, and it somehow took us the entire time. I managed to find a rusty trowel that’s seen better days.
- 16:00: Grocery shopping. A real test of wills. Everything's written in German, I’m gesturing wildly at a perplexed butcher trying to explain I "want the… the… wurst that is… leicht… like… not so… heavy?" Ended up with some sausage that tasted suspiciously like the one the dog turned his nose to. Victory (?).
- 17:00: Dinner. The aforementioned sausage. With questionable potato salad (the kind that looks like someone sneezed mayonnaise on it). The dog loved it. Kids complained. I ate it anyway. Needed to build up the strength for…
- 18:00: Exploring the village. Hasselfelde! Population: probably less than the birds in the garden. The silence is a blessing and a curse. It’s beautiful, though, even if you can hear your own thoughts. We found a playground. The kids went wild. I, on the other hand, sat on a bench and watched the world go by, feeling a surprising wave of contentment. Possibly the cabbage.
- 20:00: Bedtime. Hallelujah. Except the kids are suddenly afraid of the shadows in their room. The dog snorts, probably dreaming of sausages. I vow to buy more wine tomorrow.
Day 2: Brocken Bound (and the Battle with Altitude Sickness)
- 08:00: Attempted breakfast. Fail. Somehow managed to burn toast and set off the smoke alarm. The dog approves.
- 09:00: Planning the day. We're going to climb (well, ride the historic Brocken Railway) to the top of Brocken, the highest peak in the Harz Mountains. I, apparently, forgot my hiking boots. Doh!
- 10:00: The Brocken Railway. This is actually kind of amazing. The steam engine chugs up the mountain, belching smoke and glory. The scenery is stunning: dense forests, quirky little villages, and an undercurrent of history that hums in the air.
- 11:30: Peak Brocken. Ugh, the wind! And the people! It was like a pilgrimage. The view, though, is breathtaking. You can see forever. Which is good because I'm starting to feel a little… weird, with a touch of nausea. Yep, altitude sickness. I spent the next hour battling a pounding headache and trying not to embarrass myself by yacking. The kids, of course, thought it was hilarious.
- 12:30: Lunch at the top. Overpriced soup and a sausage that tasted suspiciously familiar. But the view… still wowing.
- 14:00: Train back down. Much. Needed. Rest. The descent was a blur of weary smiles and clutching water bottles.
- 16:00: Back in Hasselfelde. Sweet, sweet freedom! We head back to the cottage, collapsing across various pieces of furniture.
- 17:00: The Garden. Again. The kids have found a "secret passage" under the rose bushes. I'm sure this will end well.
- 19:00: Dinner. Pizza. We ran out of food-related energy.
- 20:00: Bedtime. Finally. The kids are suspiciously quiet. I’m going to have that glass of wine now.
Day 3: The Case of Thale (And My Lost Sense of Direction)
- 09:00: Breakfast. Success! Toast! And coffee! And, finally, some sort of order.
- 10:00: Heading to Thale. It's supposedly a charming spot with witches, legends, and… well, I don't quite remember. The map, as usual, lies. We get completely lost. More than once. Eventually find it. Eventually.
- 11:00: Thale's fairytale world: the "Hexentanzplatz" (Witches' Dance Place). This feels… touristy. A little too much, for my liking. We rode the cable car up, overlooking the Bode valley. Okay, the view from up here is beautiful, though.
- 12:30: Lunch in Thale. More sausage. It’s the law, I think.
- 14:00: Going on a hike in the "Teufelsmauer" (Devil's Wall), a fascinating rock formation. The kids thought it was the best thing in the world, me, not so much.
- 16:00: Coffee break. Needed a breather. Felt a little overwhelmed at the witches, the tourist traps, and the general cacophony.
- 17:00: Back to Hasselfelde. The silence is… comforting. I head straight for the garden. Contemplate the meaning of life. Maybe the cabbage did have an effect.
- 19:00: Dinner. Leftovers. And more wine.
- 20:00: Bedtime.
- 20:30: Kids complaining about monsters under the bed. I blame the witches.
Day 4: The Deep Dive of the Harz Mountains
- 09:00: A late, lazy breakfast. Scrambled eggs. Success!
- 10:00: Today, the plan is to go explore some of the more rugged parts of the mountains. Maybe go hiking.
- 11:00: The hike… starts off well. We're on a path, finally. The trees are huge the air is fresh, the dog is ecstatic. The kids are bickering.
- 12:00: Lost. Again! This time, in the middle of nowhere. The dog is still happy. The kids are still bickering.
- 13:00: We come across a small, hidden waterfall. It's beautiful. We stop, relax, and eat our sandwiches on a rock. The kids forget to bicker. Magic!
- 14:00: We decide to start looking for a way back to the car.
- 15:00: We find the car. Success!
- 17:00: Back to the cottage, absolutely exhausted but happy. I feel a deep connection with these mountains.
- 19:00: Dinner, by now, it's a blur of pasta and vegetables. The memories of the landscape are still fresh.
- 20:00: The kids collapse. The day took plenty of energy to be consumed, and the dog has been snoring loudly since we got back.
Day 5: Departure (and a Fond Farewell to the Cabbage)
- 08:00: Packing. The worst part of any holiday. The chaos intensifies as everyone races to pack their stuff and get their belongings together.
- 10:00: Last look at the garden. I swear the roses winked. This is when the real emotions hit. A tinge of sadness at leaving this place.
- 10:30: Say a heartfelt farewell to the cottage, the village, and the cabbage. Did I mention the cabbage?
- 11:00: The Drive. Back to the real world. The children are getting restless again as the journey comes to an end.
- 15:00: The car is finally unloaded.
So, there you have it. Hasselfelde: a mixed bag of magnificent scenery, questionable food, and the constant, beautiful struggle of family life. Would I do it again? Absolutely. Though maybe I'll pack my own sausage next time. And hiking boots. And a stronger tolerance for altitude sickness. And try to find out how long I
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So, like, what *is* "it" anyway? People keep talking about it!
Ugh, good question. Honestly? Sometimes I have NO CLUE. It’s like… that thing you're supposed to be doing. The thing everyone else seems to *get*. The thing that’s probably going to get you cancelled if you mess it up. It could be anything! A job, a relationship, the perfect sourdough starter… It’s whatever you’re *supposed* to be doing and, by some cosmic cruel joke, you are absolutely, irrevocably failing at. (Or at least *I* am.) One time, I actually thought "it" was finally figuring out how to install a new light fixture. Turns out, I just needed to RTFM. See? Total letdown.
Is "it" important? Like, *really* important?
Okay, now we’re getting into the big, existential questions. Is it important? Probably. But here’s the thing: I spent, like, *months* agonizing over whether or not I was doing “it” right. Trying to be productive, creative, something. I actually tried to become a morning person *just* to get a head start on life. (Spoiler alert: I still hate mornings.) And you know what happened? Burnout. Crashing and burning. So, yeah, it’s probably important. But maybe… *maybe*… not at the expense of your sanity. Maybe a day of doing absolutely NOTHING is part of "it" too. Maybe it’s about *how* you're doing it, more than *what* you're doing. Ugh, words are hard.
What if I'm *terrible* at "it"? Should I just give up?
Oh, honey, you and me both. Look, I'm a master of self-sabotage. I can be *brilliant* at it, actually. I’ve tried to learn to play the ukulele. Let's just say birdsong is more tuneful. Should I give up? Probably. But the thought of failing… of “quitting”… Ugh, that's even worse. One time I was so bad at a project and the director yelled when I was getting some directions, I wanted to disappear and hide. But you know what? Failure is kind of… inevitable. So, maybe reframe "giving up" as "taking an extended break for mental health." Or just… keep plugging away, even if you're terrible. Because honestly? Sometimes the journey is way funnier than the destination. And if you just have fun doing it, maybe you won't be as awful at it. Maybe.
How do I *get* "it"? Is there a secret handshake?
If there *is* a secret handshake, PLEASE tell me. I'm still waiting for the manual. I think the key is, sadly, just… showing up. Putting in the time. And failing spectacularly (see above). Remember that light fixture? Yeah, took me hours, a few tears (okay, a lot of tears), and a near-electrocution experience. But eventually, it, you know, *worked*. It was ugly. But it worked. So, I guess "it" is about persistence. Also, maybe having a handy electrician on speed dial. That's probably a good idea too. I actually used to try to make the perfect cup of coffee everyday, and I failed the first hundred times. Now I'm okay at it.
Is there a "right" way to do "it"?
Hahahaha. Oh, God, I really needed that laugh. No. Absolutely not. Unless the "right" way is the way that works for *you*. I've seen people succeed by being meticulous, by being chaotic, by being… well, by being utterly insane. The only "right" way is the way that allows you to survive the journey. Which, let's be honest, sometimes involves lots of ice cream. And maybe a good cry. The problem is figuring out what "works" for you. And again, I'm still figuring that out. Every single day is a new experiment in disaster.
What if "it" requires help? Is that… admitting defeat?
OMG, absolutely not! Asking for help is the *opposite* of admitting defeat. It's admitting you're a human being! I used to think I had to do EVERYTHING myself. Like, the world would end if I asked for help assembling Ikea furniture. (Narrator: She did, in fact, need help. The furniture still stands, but it's a wobbly, emotionally fragile thing.) Asking for help is smart. It's efficient. It's honestly the key to a lot of "it"s in life. Plus, people like helping! Let them feel useful. Also, get good at delegating. I want to learn how to do that.
Okay, but is "it" supposed to be… fun? Because sometimes, this sucks.
Fun? Should it be fun? Listen, I’m not going to lie. Sometimes “it” is an absolute slog. It feels like trudging through quicksand. And sometimes it makes you want to scream into a pillow. But… yeah, ideally, it should have *some* fun in there. Otherwise, what's the point? If you're miserable the whole time, you probably should stop, take a break, reassess. Remember, life isn’t supposed to be a constant miserable grind. Even if you're bad at "it", try to find the humor. That often helps. Like, I have to laugh at myself, or I'll cry. And I don't want to be crying all the time. It doesn't help. It helps the people around me, I think.
I feel like everyone else is killing it! Am I the only one who's struggling?
Absolutely. No. You are *not* the only one. Everyone. Is. Lying. Or at least… heavily editing their Instagram feeds. It's all a carefully curated performance. Behind the smiles and the perfectly filtered photos and those *damnedHotel Radar Map
Holiday home in Hasselfelde with garden Oberharz am Brocken Germany
Holiday home in Hasselfelde with garden Oberharz am Brocken Germany
