Majorca Villa DREAM: Private Pool, FREE WiFi! Can Nicolau Awaits!
Majorca Villa DREAM: Private Pool, FREE WiFi! Can Nicolau Awaits! - My Unfiltered Take (Brace Yourselves!)
Okay, people, let's talk about the Majorca Villa DREAM… because after a week there, I've got opinions. And honestly? A few mosquito bites. But hey, that's real life, right? This isn't some polished brochure, this is me, rambling and raving and trying to make sense of a sun-drenched, slightly chaotic experience.
First Impressions – The Good (and the Slightly… Messy)
The name, "Majorca Villa DREAM," sets a high bar, and, well, it mostly delivers. The private pool? Glorious. Seriously, just picture it: turquoise water, the sun beating down, a cold drink in hand… pure bliss. (More on that later, including the near-disastrous encounter with a rogue inflatable flamingo. Let's just say it involved a sudden gust of wind and a lot of panicked flailing.)
The "FREE WiFi in all rooms!" is a huge win. My teenage son was constantly connected to the internet and on his phone, or maybe because of it? Whatever, it held him over and I was able to enjoy the peace of the Villa. The initial feeling of "Can Nicolau Awaits!" is a little mystical, but once you find out who Nicolau is (the owner of the villas), you feel like a VIP guest.
Accessibility - A Bit of a Mixed Bag
Now, I will say this – accessibility isn't exactly their forte. While they list "Facilities for disabled guests", I wouldn't say it's a fully dedicated experience. The villa itself had some steps (and I was really glad I don't have any serious mobility issues). Things like the "Elevator" is listed, but I did not see one. I would advise calling ahead and making sure your needs are met.
Cleanliness and COVID-19 Measures – They're Trying (and Mostly Succeeding)
Okay, let's be real: travelling in the age of COVID is… different. Majorca Villa DREAM takes it seriously. I saw the "Anti-viral cleaning products" in action (though they do, oddly, have a very strong smell, like a hospital). You do see evidence of "Daily disinfection in common areas" and "Rooms sanitized between stays" which is reassuring. They have "Hand sanitizer" stations everywhere, and the staff is (for the most part) masked up.
One thing I loved? The "Cashless payment service." So much easier, especially when you're juggling sunscreen, pool towels, and trying to remember your room number.
They do have "Physical distancing of at least 1 meter," but realistically, it’s sometimes a bit… optimistic, particularly around the pool.
Now, the "Room sanitization opt-out available"? I opted in. I like clean and safe. I did not have the energy to opt-out.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking – Food Glorious Food (with a Few Quirks)
Alright, the food. This is where things get interesting. The "Breakfast [buffet]" is… well, let's just say it's better than a packet of biscuits in your room (though, honestly, sometimes that would've sufficed). There's a decent spread, with the "International cuisine in restaurant" and "Western cuisine in restaurant" offering a mix of local and familiar things.
Now, the "Coffee shop"? Lovely. The "Poolside bar"? Essential. Especially after that aforementioned flamingo incident. However, the "Snack bar" was a little… underwhelming. Some of the "Desserts in restaurant" were a triumph, though.
The "Restaurants" are great because of "A la carte in restaurant" and "Vegetarian restaurant" options.
Services and Conveniences – A Mixed Bag of Helpful and "Huh?"
The "Daily housekeeping"? Thank you, whoever you are, for battling the sand and the general chaos left in our wake! The "Concierge" was super helpful with booking excursions and finding local restaurants.
BUT… the "Gift/souvenir shop" was a bit sparse. And the "Convenience store"? Mostly overpriced snacks.
I did appreciate the "Doorman" (made me feel vaguely important), and the "Laundry service" was a lifesaver (especially after the flamingo incident).
Things to Do, Ways to Relax – Sunshine and Serenity (with a dose of Drama)
The "Swimming pool [outdoor]" is, as I’ve said, the star. The "Pool with view" is wonderful. Seriously, I could happily have stayed there all day, every day. I’m not sure how the "Spa/sauna" is, because I do not partake in those, but I did see people in the "Steamroom", and I felt left out.
The Villas Themselves – The Nitty Gritty (and the Slightly Gritty)
The "Air conditioning" is a godsend. The "Free bottled water" is a nice touch. "In-room safe box?" Great. "Daily housekeeping?" Wonderful. But…
The "Soundproofing" left a lot to be desired. Every. Single. Night. We could hear the neighbors' conversations. And by the end of the week, I knew their life stories intimately.
The Kids Stuff – Is it really "Family Friendly?"
The "Babysitting service" I did not need, but maybe I should have gotten it. My kids, the chaos they created! The "Family/child friendly" is debatable. They have "Kids meal" options in the restaurant. But is it truly child-friendly? They don't discourage running around screaming, but don't exactly encourage it either.
My Flamingo Incident – A Tale of Woe and Wetness
Right, I need to tell you about the flamingo. I’d brought this enormous, inflatable flamingo. I thought it would be hilarious. I envisioned myself lounging regally on the pool, sipping a cocktail.
Cut to: a sudden gust of wind. The flamingo, now airborne, decided to make a break for it. Chaos ensued. I chased after it, tripped, and nearly drowned in a desperate attempt to save my inflatable friend. The lifeguard, bless his heart, just watched, stifling a laugh.
Moral of the story? Beware of inflatable pool toys and strong winds. And maybe pack a life vest.
The Verdict – Would I Recommend It?
Overall, yes. Despite the imperfections – the noise, the slightly underwhelming snack bar, the near-death-by-flamingo experience – the Majorca Villa DREAM is a good choice. It's a solid base for exploring the island. Be prepared for some noise and a slightly less-than-perfect experience, embrace the chaos, and you'll have a fabulous time. Just… keep a close eye on your inflatable flamingos.
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Okay, buckle up buttercup, because this is not your Aunt Mildred's meticulously planned holiday. This is… well, it's my holiday. And it’s going down in Can Nicolau – Villa With Private Pool. Free Wifi. Majorca. Buckle up, because it’s going to be a ride.
Can Nicolau - Majorcan Mayhem: A Slightly Unhinged Itinerary
Day 1: Arrival and Abandoning All Hope of Being Organized
- Morning (ish): Flight to Palma. Seriously, the flight itself is a blur. I’m pretty sure I spent half the flight wrestling with the tray table and the other half trying to remember where I parked the car at the airport. (Note to self: TAKE A PHOTO of the parking spot next time, you idiot).
- Afternoon: Finally land in Palma. The rental car pick-up is a disaster. The guy at the counter, bless his cotton socks, seems perpetually confused. I swear, it took longer to get the car than it did to fly there. Finally, we're off. Driving on the wrong side of the road is nerve-wracking, especially because I'm pretty sure I spend half the journey muttering about driving on the wrong side of the road.
- Late Afternoon/Early Evening: Arrive at Can Nicolau. OMFG, it's gorgeous. The pictures don’t do it justice. The pool is massive. I immediately chuck the bags down and run to the pool. The kids are already in, shrieking with joy. Okay, maybe everything is going to be great.
- Evening: Grocery shopping. The local supermarket is a labyrinth. I get completely lost. I emerge, traumatized but armed with enough pasta to last us a nuclear winter, and a suspicious-looking jar of olives. Dinner = pasta with something vaguely resembling pesto. The WiFi works! Bless the internet gods. We watch something entirely inappropriate on Netflix, while nursing glasses of wine, and all the stress of the day melts away.
Day 2: The Beach, the Bees and a Bloody Blunder
- Morning: After a late start and a serious coffee injection, because… well… holiday. Head to a beach. The one near the villa. It's beautiful, but crowded. Sand. Everywhere. We try to build a sandcastle. It collapses almost immediately. The kids are devastated. Cue meltdown.
- Afternoon: Lunch at a beachside restaurant, where somehow, a bee finds its way into my drink. I scream. (I have a mild bee phobia.) I flail. I create a scene. The waiter, bless him again, is very understanding. He brings me a new drink. With no bees. Hallelujah.
- Late Afternoon: We attempt to drive to a different, supposedly less crowded beach. We get lost. (Again.) I start to see why this is happening. The street signs are confusing.
- Evening: Dinner at the villa. I try to make paella. It’s a disaster. It’s a burnt, rice-laden mess. We end up ordering pizza. Pizza is always the answer. We console ourselves with more wine and think about how this whole "cooking" thing won't work to well in our life.
Day 3: Valldemossa and the Great Cake Heist of 2024
- Morning: A scenic drive to the charming mountain village of Valldemossa. It's undeniably pretty. Cobbled streets, flowers everywhere. We visit the monastery. It’s historically interesting, but the kids are bored.
- Afternoon: The real reason we came to Valldemossa: the bakery! We buy ensaïmada – the local pastry. Light, flaky, delicious. It's heaven on a plate. We sit on a bench and devour them, covered in crumbs and pure joy.
- Late Afternoon: Back in the car, ready to go back to the villa. I put the ensaïmada box on the roof of the car. I drive off. The ensaïmada box flies off. I am devastated. The kids are, surprisingly, okay with it. At least someone is.
- Evening: BBQ at the villa. We're feeling more confident now. I have a go at grilling. It's mostly successful. The wine flows. We're starting to feel properly mellow. It's everything that a vacation should be. The kids try to sneak back into the pool, but I catch them. They give me the "are you serious, Mum?" look.
Day 4: The Pool, the Sun, and the Eternal Quest for the Perfect Cocktail
- Daytime: Pool day. Pure, unadulterated bliss. Swim. Sunbathe. Read a book (well, attempt to read a book). The kids are happy. I am happy. Life is good. The air is warm, the water is cool, the sun is shining, and for a brief moment, all is right with the world.
- Mid-Afternoon: Attempt to make cocktails. It's a comedy of errors. I manage to spill more than I drink. The kids think it's hilarious. I’m starting to think that maybe, just maybe, I should’ve taken a bartending class.
- Evening: Dinner in a nearby town. We find a restaurant with a charming garden. The food is great. We order way too much. We waddle back to the villa, stuffed and content.
Day 5: Adventure Day: The Caves and the Crazy Cliff-Walk
- Morning: Off to Cuevas del Drach, the Caves of Drach. They’re impressive. The underground lake is magical. The kids are fascinated. Even I am.
- Afternoon: We drive to a viewpoint. The views are spectacular. We attempt a “moderate” cliff walk. It turns out to be much more strenuous than advertised. The kids whinge. I whinge. We eventually make it to the end, feeling like we’ve earned our ice cream. Which we then devoured. I really need to start doing some exercise.
- Evening: One last pizza. This vacation has been a lot of pizza. And wine. We reflect on our week. It's been messy. It's been imperfect. It’s also been, undeniably, wonderful. And maybe, just maybe, next time I'll remember to take a photo of the parking spot.
Day 6: The Beach Again and The Departure
- Morning: Last time at the beach. The kids are already planning their return. We build one successful sandcastle, and it's a masterpiece. The waves are perfect. Life is perfect.
- Afternoon: Pack. Clean up. Say goodbye to the villa. I'm already feeling a pang of sadness. I've fallen in love with this place.
- Evening: Travel to Palma air port. The car rental guy is still confused. We get to the airport with just enough time before departure
- Late Night: Flight to home.
Day 7: Back Home And Remembering
- Morning: Back to reality. The laundry is piling up. The emails are flooding in. But I see the photos. And I remember the sunshine, the laughter, the mess, the ensaïmada… . And I smile. Because despite it all, it was perfect. And I can't wait to go back. I just need to find that parking spot photo. And maybe a bee-proof drink.
Majorca Villa DREAM FAQs (Because Honestly, You NEED to Know!)
...and a little bit about my OWN trip! (Just saying...)
Okay, so "Private Pool"... is it REALLY private? 'Cause I've seen 'private' pools that feel more like public ponds...
Alright, let's get real. "Private Pool" can be a loaded term. Think, like, 'terms and conditions' loaded. Yes, the pool at Can Nicolau is *mostly* private. What does that mean? Well, it's not shared with some creepy dude named Barry and his inflatable flamingo. You'll likely have the whole area to yourselves! Except... I vividly remember... the first time I went, the neighbor’s cat kept eyeing us. I swear, that cat was judging my choice of inflatable donut. Seriously, it watched us from the wall like a furry, feline philosopher. And a couple of times, a very brave little bird dove into the water, thinking it was its personal birdbath. So, *almost* completely private. But, you know, who needs complete privacy anyway? It's about the vibe, and the vibe is: blissful, sun-drenched, and possibly involving the occasional feathered interloper. Just bring a towel to wave at any uninvited guests!
What about the WiFi? “FREE WiFi!” Is it... you know... actually *usable*? I've been burned before.
Oh, the WiFi! This is the kind of question that sends shivers down the spine of anyone who's ever had a Zoom call cut off mid-sentence... or, worse, during karaoke night! The good news? The FREE WiFi situation at Can Nicolau is PRETTY decent. We're not talking a top-of-the-line, NASA-grade connection, okay? But it's enough to browse, upload those envy-inducing Instagram photos (because, let me tell you, the photos are *gold*), and even – gasp – check your emails. There was a brief moment of sheer panic when downloading a HUGE movie took a solid two hours, but hey, it eventually got there! Basically, it *works*. Just don't expect to stream 4K documentaries while simultaneously battling a multiplayer online game. Priorities, people! Priorities! And if you are planning to survive on calls for work... have a backup. That's my advice. Always have a backup.
This "Can Nicolau" place… Is it, like, far from everything? Or is it in the middle of nowhere? I need restaurants and sangria!
Okay, let's be blunt. "Middle of nowhere" is a *very* relative term. Can Nicolau isn't right *smack* in the middle of a bustling city. It's a villa, remember? It's got that lovely, peaceful vibe. You're going to want a car. Period. But, and this is important, reaching restaurants and sangria isn't a Herculean task. Think short drives, not epic Odysseys. There are charming villages nearby, with restaurants that serve food so fresh it practically jumps onto your plate. And the sangria? Oh, the sangria. I still dream about it. The first time I went, we got lost. Completely, utterly lost. GPS was a traitor. We ended up on a winding, dusty road, convinced we were going to end up in a goat pen. Then, BAM! A tiny, twinkle-light-adorned tavern appeared. They didn't speak much English but oh did they serve incredible sangria and grilled octopus. It was an accident, but it was a *glorious* accident. So, no, not in the middle of *nowhere*. More like... the middle of *paradise*, with a little bit of planning (and a good map app) involved.
Is Can Nicolau family-friendly? We have little monsters (I mean, angels!).
Family-friendly? Absolutely! Assuming your "little angels" enjoy sunshine, swimming, and a general lack of boredom. My memories of seeing families there are really positive. The pool makes a great playground. The villa itself looks safe and sound. But it’s also important to consider what is safe for your family. It has a certain magic, that place. It’s perfect for making memories. Just make sure to keep an eye on those little ones around the pool. It's always good to have pool safety in the back of your mind.
What's the kitchen like? Can you cook a decent meal? I'm not a total chef, mind you...
The kitchen? Okay, so I'll be honest, it's not Michelin-star quality, but it IS perfectly functional. It has all the basics: a stove, a fridge (essential for the sangria!), a microwave (for those late-night pizza emergencies), and a few pots and pans. During my first visit, I did try my hand at paella. Let's just say, it was... an experience. I’m not sure what exactly went wrong, but the rice had a crispy texture. It didn't turn out to be a Michelin-star caliber dish, but it was tasty. Then the BBQ! Good for burgers or fresh fish. Look, unless you’re planning on attempting molecular gastronomy, you'll be fine. Plus, there's a supermarket nearby to stock up on all the delicious, super-fresh Majorcan produce. So, the kitchen is a win, even if your attempts at culinary artistry occasionally veer into the realm of the experimental.
What should I pack?!
Sunscreen. Loads of it. Trust me. I learned this the hard way, which involved painful sunburn and regretful trips to the pharmacy. Swimsuits. Several. You'll be living in them. Flip-flops or sandals. Comfortable shoes for wandering around. A hat. Sunglasses. Mosquito repellent (those little buggers can be relentless). A good book (or three). An adapter if you're coming from a different country (I forgot this the first time and nearly lost my mind when I couldn't charge my phone). And, last but not least, a sense of adventure and a willingness to relax. Oh! And dont forget a good book. Seriously, I spent a considerable amount of time just reading by the pool!
Is there air conditioning? Please tell me there is…
YES! Praise be! Yes, there is air conditioning. Imagine your first night there... the relief. It's not just a luxury; it's a necessity, especially in the peak of the summer. Remember how a bad night sleep can ruin a whole day? No, no, no. I can't be awake for a whole day in a bad mood. Anyway, the air conditioning works great. It even kept me cool in the middle of a heatwave.
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