Unwind in Belgian Paradise: Luxury Stavelot Villa with Dreamy Bubble Bath!
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because we're about to dive headfirst into this hotel review. Forget the sterile, corporate speak – this is gonna be a hot mess of opinions, observations, and probably some rambling tangents. Think of it as a therapy session… for a hotel.
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Right, Let's Get Started: My Hotel Therapy Session
So, I stayed at this place… let's call it "The Majestic Mirage" (because, well, it sounds fancier than it probably is). Before I even booked, I was bombarded with promises of "luxury" and "unparalleled service." Yeah, we'll see about that.
Accessibility: The Gatekeeper of Joy (and Frustration)
- Accessibility: Crucial, obviously. And here's where things get… interesting. They ticked the boxes, bless their hearts. Wheelchair accessible? Yup. Got it. (Though I secretly suspect the ramp might have been an afterthought, and the angles were worthy of a physics test). Facilities for disabled guests? Supposedly. Didn't have to use them myself, but hats off for making the effort.
- On-site accessible restaurants / lounges: Pretty good, actually. The main restaurant had easy access, and even the pool bar, which surprised me. That's a win.
Restaurants and Lounges: Fueling the Beast Within
- Restaurants: Oh, the food. Let's just say my expectations danced a delicate waltz between "gourmet paradise" and "airport cafeteria."
- A la carte in restaurant (and all the other dining options): They claimed a la carte, buffet, international cuisine, Asian, Western, vegetarian options. Claimed. The reality? A buffet that looked like it had been raided by a particularly unenthusiastic army. The "international cuisine" was… well, let's just call it "inspired" by various cuisines. The Asian breakfast tasted surprisingly authentic, though.
- Coffee shop, bar, poolside bar: The coffee shop was a lifeline. The bar, a place for overpriced cocktails and watching the sunset. The poolside bar was pure gloriousness. Floating in the pool with a drink? Perfection.
- Room service [24-hour]: A lifesaver on those late nights when all you crave is a sad, soggy club sandwich while binging Netflix. They delivered!
- Happy hour: Always a bonus! Because, let's face it, we all deserve a little liquid relaxation after a day of… whatever we do.
- Breakfast: Breakfast, the make-or-break meal. Breakfast [buffet]. Okay, I already mentioned the buffet, but let’s zoom in. The omelet station was a total gamble. Some days, I got Michelin-star quality. Other days, it was an eggy, rubbery catastrophe.
- Breakfast in room: I wish this was my experience.
- Other dining options Lunch? I am not going to talk about that, it was like that time I tried to make a gourmet burger.
Wellness and Relaxation: The Spa and Beyond
- Spa: The saving grace. Okay, the spa was worth the splurge. The massage was sublime. Seriously, melt-into-the-table good. They had all the bells and whistles: Body scrub, Body wrap, Sauna, Steamroom, Foot bath. I even indulged in a Pool with a view – because, why not?
- Gym/fitness center: Never went. Exercise is for people who enjoy it.
- Swimming pool, Swimming pool [outdoor]: The outdoor pool was… chef's kiss. Beautiful, clean, and the perfect place to waste an afternoon.
Cleanliness and Safety: Did I Survive?
- Cleanliness and Safety: This is important, right? Especially these days.
- Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, Hygiene certification, Rooms sanitized between stays, Professional-grade sanitizing services: They said all the right things. Felt reasonably clean but didn't run any tests.
- Hand sanitizer: Everywhere. Good job.
- Staff trained in safety protocol, Safe dining setup: The staff were masked up and seemed to be taking things seriously.
- Safety/security feature, CCTV in common areas, CCTV outside property, Smoke alarms, Fire extinguisher: Standard stuff but reassuring. The 24-hour security felt a bit overkill, though. Like they were expecting a zombie apocalypse.
Internet and Tech: The Digital Battlefield
- Internet access, Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!, Internet [LAN], Internet services, Wi-Fi in public areas: The Wi-Fi… Ah, the Wi-Fi. They promised "free Wi-Fi in all rooms!" Which, technically, was true. But the speed? Let's just say I re-embraced the lost art of patience. It was functional but far from fast. The other Internet options were available, but I didn't bother.
Services and Conveniences: The Little Things (That Matter)
- Services and Conveniences: This is where a hotel can shine, or fail miserably.
- Concierge: Actually quite helpful. Got me a last-minute reservation at a restaurant, which was a godsend.
- Daily housekeeping: Spot on. My room was spotless every day.
- Laundry service: Never used it.
- Doorman: Yeah, they had a doorman. Felt a tad pretentious, but whatever.
- Elevator: Essential, of course.
- Air conditioning in public area: Yes!
- Facilities for disabled guests: As mentioned, they had them.
- Food delivery, Cash withdrawal, Convenience store, Gift/souvenir shop, Invoice provided, Luggage storage, Safety deposit boxes: All available. The convenience store was a lifesaver for late-night snacks.
- Contactless check-in/out: I love this stuff! So easy.
Rooms: My Personal Bubble
- Rooms: Okay, let's talk about my actual room.
- Available in all rooms: My room was good.
- Air conditioning, Alarm clock, Bathrobes, Bathtub, Blackout curtains, Coffee/tea maker, Complimentary tea, Desk, Extra long bed, Free bottled water, Hair dryer, High floor, In-room safe box, Internet access – wireless, Ironing facilities, Laptop workspace, Mini bar, Non-smoking, On-demand movies, Private bathroom, Refrigerator, Satellite/cable channels, Seating area, Shower, Slippers, Smoke detector, Socket near the bed, Sofa, Telephone, Toiletries, Towels, Wake-up service, Wi-Fi [free], Window that opens: They came stocked with all the essentials. The bed was comfy, the blackout curtains saved me from the sunrise, and the Wi-Fi… well, you know. One thing, though: the view from my window was a parking lot. sigh.
- Interconnecting room(s) available: Useful for families.
- Room decorations: Simple.
- Soundproof rooms: It was reasonably quiet.
Things to Do and Ways to Relax: Beyond the Room
- Things to do: Um, swimming, eating, sleeping. The usual.
- On-site event hosting, Indoor venue for special events, Outdoor venue for special events, Meetings, Seminars: Didn't attend any events.
- Shrine: Yup.
- Smoking area: Yes.
For the Kids: Family-Friendly?
- For the kids: It's always good to know what a hotel offers to families.
- Babysitting service, Family/child friendly, Kids facilities, Kids meal: They advertised as family-friendly. I didn't see too many kids around.
Getting Around: The Logistics
- Getting around: How easy is it to get where you need to go.
- Airport transfer, Car park [free of charge], Taxi service, Valet parking, Car park [on-site], Car power charging station: The airport transfer was seamless. The car park was useful because I had a car! I didn't use the taxi service.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: Fueling the Beast Within
- **Dining, drinking, and snacking, Asian cuisine in restaurant, Bottle of water, Coffee/tea in restaurant,
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your perfectly-curated, Instagram-filtered travel guide. This is MY trip to a luxury villa in Stavelot, Belgium, bubble bath and all, and trust me, it's going to be a damn rollercoaster.
Day 1: Arrival & Utter Bliss (Followed by a Mild Crisis)
Morning (Brussels Airport - Ugh, the Start): Okay, landing in Brussels was supposed to be all smooth champagne and effortless chic. Narrator voice: It was not. The passport control line resembled the queue for a Black Friday sale, and I'm pretty sure the customs agent gave me the side-eye for my questionable choice of travel attire (leggings and a slightly-too-big hoodie. Comfort, people!). Took a car to Stavelot.
Afternoon (The Villa!): FINALLY! Arriving at the villa… WOAH. Seriously. Jaw. Drop. We're talking sprawling lawns, a view that could literally stop your heart, and a level of "luxe" that made me feel like I'd accidentally wandered onto a movie set. I immediately did a happy dance (in private, of course… mostly). The place even had… a bubble bath! Okay, I’m in heaven. I unpack, mostly, and then it’s time. Bubble bath time.
Evening (Bubble Bath…and Disaster): The pièce de résistance. I’m talking lavender oil, champagne flutes (plastic, because I'm clumsy), and "me time." Ah, glorious. I sink into the bubbles, sighing contentedly…and then the water starts to go cold. COLD. COLD WATER. I screamed. Not a graceful scream. A panicked, animalistic shriek that probably echoed through the villa. Apparently, the hot water heater had a… personality of its own. A technician was called, but let's be honest, the initial blissful bubble bath experience was forever tainted. Then dinner, I had to fix it myself, but it was fine, a little burnt, but fine.
Day 2: Spa Day, Hiking, and a Moment of Existential Dread
Morning (Spa Time): The villa has a private spa – a heated indoor pool, a sauna and a massage. I try to make it to the massage, but I’m already feeling guilty about all the luxury I'm experiencing, so I cancel. But I do the sauna and the pool, and it is truly blissful.
Afternoon (Hiking… and Getting Lost!): Conquered the hiking trail! It started with a scenic climb through the woods, which was lovely. Then, a wrong turn, and I was suddenly ankle-deep in mud, looking like a drowned rat, questioning my life choices. I mean, I got back, and the view was great, but I'm still annoyed at myself.
Evening (Dinner & Existential Crisis?): Back to the villa (after scrubbing the mud out of my hiking boots). Dinner. The food was divine, of course. But then the sunset, like, really got to me. Thinking about the vastness of the universe, my place in it… the future, the past… It's beautiful, sure, but I also started wondering if I had wasted my life. I'm currently trying not to have a breakdown on a luxury vacation. Send help (and maybe a stiff drink).
Day 3: Abbey Exploration, Chocolate and a Confession
Morning (Abbey of Stavelot): Actually went to see the Abbey! It's beautiful, and so much history. I actually really enjoyed it! (Surprise!)
Afternoon (Chocolate Therapy): Found the best chocolate shop. I bought way too much. Zero regrets. Chocolate is my therapy, and I need A LOT of therapy.
Evening (Confession Time): I've been thinking. I'm sorry, people. I love all the luxury, and the villa, but I'm also a big mess. I get lost, I have existential crises, I judge people, I overeat chocolate, and I drink too much. BUT, I'm having fun. I am happy. And I am in a bubble bath and a lovely villa. I've earned it.
Day 4: Departure (With a Tear in My Eye)
Morning (Farewell Brunch): Last brunch. This villa is really something! I am sad to go.
Afternoon (Brussels): Back to the airport. I'm sure the flight home will be fine.
Evening (Home): Okay, yeah, home. Not the luxury villa. But I have some amazing memories, a chocolate stash, and a story to tell. And that, my friends, is what a messy, imperfect, and absolutely real vacation is all about.
In Conclusion:
- Overall Mood: Slightly manic, occasionally despairing, mostly blissful, and always hungry.
- Best Moment: The Chocolate Shop. And the bubble bath. Okay, all of it.
- Worst Moment: The cold water. The mud. The existential crisis.
- Would I Return? In a heartbeat. And this time, someone else can book the logistics!
So, like, what *is* even the point of all this, anyway?
I've been telling myself this for years. Every time I finally start feeling like I'm getting a handle on life, *bam*…a new existential crisis. It’s not exactly a *plan*, more of a… well, a frantic dash through whatever crosses my mind at the moment. Think of it like trying to herd cats while simultaneously juggling chainsaws. Sounds terrifying? You're catching on!
Why is this so... *rambly*? Shouldn't FAQs be, you know, *factual*?
And honestly, sometimes I just have to *feel* the answer. You know? Like, I can't just give you a dry, bullet-pointed list. I'm going to *tell* you about the time I tried to assemble IKEA furniture. It’ll be messy, emotional, and entirely unrelated to the actual ‘question,’ but I bet it’ll be way more memorable.
What are the *rules*? Like, what topics are we actually covering here?
There's no real limit. You can ask about anything or nothing. Honestly, I might change my mind mid-answer, that seems pretty likely. Maybe we'll explore weird experiences, or maybe we’ll get way too deep into the meaning of life. It truly is a grab bag.
The thing is, I'm kind of all over the place. I’ve been known to get stuck on the intricacies of a really good sandwich for hours, then I can just as easily leap into discussions about the meaning of life. So, buckle up and hold tight. Who knows where we’ll end up.
Are you, like, a professional? Should I trust your advice?
I once tried to give relationship advice to my cat. Spoiler alert: it didn't go well. So, yeah, take everything I say with a *massive* grain of salt. Actually, make it a whole salt lick.
And seriously, don't use any of this as actual medical or legal advice. Seriously. Don't be an idiot.
What if I don't *agree* with what you say?
Also, it's pretty likely I'll change my mind anyway. I'm fickle like that. It’s a feature, not a bug.
Okay, fine. So, what are some of your *obsessions*? What will I hear about *a lot*?
Be prepared for a LOT of rambling about my cat Kevin. That fluffy little dictator takes up far too much brain space. Every time I get excited about anything, he jumps in front of the speaker, and then... well, you need to know about it. He's the heart and soul!
Oh, and also, I occasionally go on existential rants about the meaning of it all. Don't worry, they're only mildly terrifying. Sometimes.
Can I ask you *anything*?
Though you should know, I am probably going to have a random tangent. Seriously, I might take anything you say and run wild with it. No guarantees.
I'll try to be honest and answer the best I can, and even if I don't know, I'll probably invent something.
You mentioned a bad IKEA experience. Spill the beans!
The instructions, those infernal little booklets, were written by a sadist. Diagrams that made less sense than quantum physics. Screws that mysteriously disappeared into the abyss. My partner and I starting off on this little adventure together, laughing and smiling at each other. Three hours later, we were fighting over the Allen wrench using language that would make a sailor blush.
We finally got the bookshelf built (more or less - it's a bit wobbly). It now stands as aLuxury Stay Blog
