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Unbelievable Holiday Home in Saint-Pons: My French Escape – A Review (and a Bit of a Rant)
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because I just got back from the Unbelievable Holiday Home in Saint-Pons, and let me tell you, my brain is still swirling with lavender fields and questionable French accent memories. They claimed it was "Unbelievable," and honestly, they weren't entirely wrong. But unbelievable in a perfectly flawed, delightfully messy, and sometimes utterly baffling kind of way. Let's dive in, shall we?
First off, the Basics (because, you know, gotta be practical):
Accessibility: This is where things get…complicated. They claim facilities for disabled guests. I'm not in a wheelchair, but I did notice some very French little things. The elevator? Small, but it is there (phew!). The corridors? Well, let's just say navigating with a suitcase felt like an Olympic sport at times. More than that, my partner uses a walking aid. This place, while claiming accessibility, felt far from it. The information wasn't clear, and we basically had to guess. Score: 2/5 (Could do MUCH better. Seriously, France, get with the program!)
Internet & Connectivity: (Because apparently, even in paradise, you need Wi-Fi to stalk your ex): Free Wi-Fi everywhere! In your room, in the lobby, even seemingly in the air (okay, maybe not, but it was pretty consistent). They even had LAN connections, which, honestly, felt like some kind of ancient artifact. Score: 5/5 – Gotta love reliable internet, especially when escaping your life for a bit.
Cleanliness & Safety (Pandemic World): Okay, this is where they REALLY shone. Anti-viral cleaning, professional-grade sanitization, you name it, they were doing it. Everything was individually wrapped, staff wore masks, and the whole place felt…sanitized. A little too sanitized, perhaps? I half-expected them to offer me a hazmat suit at check-in! However, it made you feel incredibly safe. This is a definite strong suit. Score: 5/5 (They took the pandemic seriously, which is a huge plus.)
The Good, The Bad, and The “Ooh La La!”
Things to Do, Ways to Relax (The Spa & Relaxation Obsession): Oh, the spa! This deserves its own chapter. Okay, so apparently there was a "Pool with a View." And by "view," I mean a slightly overgrown hedge. But the pool was heated, clean, and…well, it was a pool.
But THE SPA. Steamroom, sauna, body scrubs, body wraps – the whole shebang! I went for a massage. I'm pretty sure the masseuse spoke more to my muscles than to me. I still have no idea what she said but it felt amazing. It was truly lovely, and I completely zoned out for an hour. They had a fitness center. I'm not sure I saw anyone use it. It looked lonely. Score: 4/5 (Spa was great, view was a bit…meh.)
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking (Where Things Got Interesting): Breakfast – they offered the standard buffet. My expectations weren't high, but the pain au chocolat was actually superb. Good coffee too - definitely a win. And the option to order room service 24 hours a day was a lifesaver after a long day of trying not to mangle the French language. There was a lovely Asian restaurant… well, it was there. A little…empty? I think the menu was trying to hard? Still, the staff were charming and the cocktail menu was good. Score: 3.5/5 (Good food, some misses, and the occasional awkward moment.)
Services and Conveniences (The Perks and the Pitfalls): Air conditioning? Check. Daily housekeeping? Check. Laundry service? Check. Convenience store? (Gasp!) CHECK! Okay, this place had everything. From the outside, everything was perfect. The doorman, the concierge, even a little gift shop to buy that last-minute souvenir. However, the biggest inconvenience? Not enough staff. There was a lovely, quiet outdoor terrace… but you could never find anyone to serve you. Score: 3/5 (Service was good, but the staffing seemed to be…lacking.)
For the Kids (Because Families Matter): They had babysitting services and child-friendly facilities. It's hard to judge this one, as I'm not traveling with kids, but if they have child-friendly options, it gives a great experience for families. Score: N/A (I cannot comment on this section with any accuracy.)
The Rooms (The Heart of the Experience): The room? Lovely. Air conditioning (thank GOD!), comfy bed, nice bathroom. The view was of the garden - which, was lovely. They even had those incredibly large, deep soaking tubs… it was the best. Also, every room had a window that opened! It's the little things! Score: 4.5/5 (A comfortable, relaxing space.)
My Biggest Takeaway (and a Caveat):
This place isn’t perfect. It has quirks, inefficiencies, and moments where you’ll question if you've accidentally wandered into a comedy sketch. But that’s what makes it memorable! I had to laugh - a lot. I think it was the combination of the spa, the breakfast, the staff, and the sheer, unapologetic Frenchness of it all.
However… and this is a BIG BUT… their accessibility claims need a serious overhaul. If you require any assistance with mobility, call the place, ask ALL the questions, and maybe consider somewhere else.
Final Verdict:
Would I go back? Hmmm…maybe. If they work on the accessibility issues, and if the staff learn to work as a single, cohesive unit (and maybe if they add a few more staff, generally), I’d wholeheartedly say YES. As it stands, it's a charming, flawed, and utterly French experience that I’ll never quite forget. If you're after perfection, look elsewhere. But if you’re ready for a quirky, and potentially unbelievable, adventure? Give it a shot. You might just end up with a story (and a few questionable photo albums) to tell!
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Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because this isn't your grandma's travel itinerary! We're talking Saint-Pons Villeneuve-de-Berg, France, baby, and a holiday home that's probably older than I am but hopefully smells nicer. This is my life, condensed into a week of potential disaster/absolute bliss, and I'm bringing YOU along for the ride.
Day 1: Arrival and Existential Dread (plus wine!)
- 14:00: Touchdown in Lyon! (Or, more accurately, a slightly sweaty arrival at Lyon airport after a flight where the air conditioning was playing hide-and-seek.) The good news? My luggage made it. The bad news? I'm convinced the tiny baguette they served on the plane was actually a weapon of mass carb-loading.
- 15:30: Pick up the rental car. Pray to the car gods this thing hasn't been driven by a maniac. Seriously, I swear French roundabouts are a test of survival. Fingers crossed I don't become the main character in a tragic comedy involving fender-benders and broken French.
- 17:00: Drive to Saint-Pons. This drive is supposed to be "scenic." I'm hoping it's "scenic" enough to distract me from the growing feeling of "what the heck am I doing with my life?".
- 18:30: Arrive at the holiday home! Unpack, make friends with the resident spiders (I have a feeling they’ll be my only friends for the first few days, no judgement, spiders), and pray the wifi works. Honestly, the internet is my lifeline to the outside world, and a good movie's got me through some tough times.
- 19:30: Wine-o'clock! Crack open a bottle of whatever the local grocery store had. I am not a connoisseur, but I CAN appreciate a good (or even just, you know, drinkable) red. If the wine is bad, I'll blame it on the existential dread. Actually, I'll blame everything on that.
- 20:30: Dinner and contemplation. Cook a simple meal. Try not to set the kitchen on fire. Eat dinner, and stare into the beautiful view from the kitchen window, wondering if this whole "holiday" thing was just a massive hallucination.
Day 2: Exploring the Village (and My Own Limitations)
- 09:00: Breakfast and coffee. Essential. My mood hinges entirely on caffeine.
- 10:00: Wander through Saint-Pons. I picture myself as a wandering art historian. I will mostly just stand in the center of the village and attempt to understand the history behind the beautiful and old buildings.
- 11:00: Search for a bakery. Because… bread. All the bread. French bread is an experience.
- 12:00: Lunch at a local cafe. Attempt to order something in French. Guaranteed to involve a lot of hand gestures and the mortifying possibility of accidentally ordering tripe.
- 13:00: Afternoon nap. The existential dread is exhausting, and let's be honest, I'm likely already exhausted from the bread.
- 15:00: Visit the local chateau (if there is one). I'm picturing something out of a Disney movie. In reality, it’s probably a crumbling ruin, but still, expectations can be a beautiful thing.
- 17:00: Wine, again.
- 18:00: Dinner and failure to learn French. I am so bad at French! I've been trying, but I can’t remember anything.
Day 3: Market Mayhem and a River Rescue (Maybe?)
- 09:00: Recover from the wine. Coffee, again, lots of it.
- 10:00: Drive to a nearby market. Explore the vibrant stalls (hopefully, they're actually vibrant), and buy ALL the cheese. I am convinced cheese is a love language.
- 11:30: Cheese tasting. I'm going to make a friend with the cheesemonger. I'm going to smell every single cheese. I already can't wait.
- 13:00: Lunch, somewhere near the market, or maybe at the market. Try something I've never had before.
- 14:30: Find the Ardeche River, and attempt a swim. Okay, this is ambitious. It’s probably freezing, but I'm going to pretend I'm a fearless adventurer. Alternatively, I'll just sit on a rock by the river and watch the more athletic people.
- 16:00: Return to the holiday home.
- 18:00: Dinner. (I may need to buy pre-made food. The pressure of French cuisine is intense, and I'm here for relaxation, not Michelin stars).
Day 4: Canyon and Caves, Oh My! (or, My Attempt At Outdoor Adventure)
- 09:00: Panic about having to drive again. But coffee first, obviously.
- 10:00: Drive to Gorges de L'Ardeche. Picturesque, stunning. It’s a canyon for the love of god!
- 11:00: Hike a small part of the canyon. I'm calling it a hike. In reality, it involves me huffing and puffing up a gentle incline.
- 12:00: Pack a picnic lunch. I'm picturing a romantic picnic, with a croissant, a blanket and a beautiful setting. It’s more likely to involve ants, a soggy sandwich and a very windy bench.
- 13:00: Lunch in a scenic place. Hopefully I don't get lost and end up eating my sandwich in the car.
- 14:00: Visit The Cave. I am fascinated by caves.
- 16:00: Drive back to the house, reflect on the day and recover.
- 17:00: Wine.
- 19:00: Make dinner, and fall asleep on the sofa.
Day 5: Culture Day (And A Potential Mental Breakdown)
- 09:00: Coffee. Deep breaths.
- 10:00: Visit a museum or art gallery. Or, I'll put on my art historian hat.
- 11:00: Wander the local area and soak up the culture. This could mean anything from visiting a church to wandering into a random shop and buying something I don't need.
- 13:00: Eat lunch at a cafe.
- 15:00: Try to find some live music.
- 18:00: Go back to the house and relax.
- 19:00: Dinner. (I still haven’t set the kitchen on fire).
- 20:00: Start to think about leaving, and begin to have a breakdown.
Day 6: Doubling Down On Bliss (and Maybe Regret)
- 09:00: Lie in bed, and decide I deserve a second market visit.
- 10:00: Yes, the market. More cheese, more bread, all the good things.
- 11:00: Explore something new. I'm a creature of habit. I am going to try and be adventurous.
- 12:00: Another Wine tasting.
- 14:00: Lunch.
- 15:00: Second Attempt at Swimming. If I don't drown.
- 17:00: Drink all the wine.
- 18:00: Dinner. (I'm not even going to try anymore, I'll buy something easy)
- 19:00: Stay up until the early hours, with no regrets.
Day 7: Farewell, France (and Existential Re-Entry)
- 09:00: Panic about packing.
- 10:00: Pack. Do the dishes, and clean the house.
- 11:00: Last-minute grocery run for the airport.
- 12:00: Drive back to the airport. Try not to crash.
- 13:00: Arrive at the airport.
- 14:00: Give away any remaining cheese and wine.
- 15:00: Flight home. Sleep, and dream of cheese.
- 17:00: Land.
- 18:00: Go home to reality and realize, was it all a dream?
Unbelievable Holiday Home in Saint-Pons: Your Dream French Escape (Maybe!) - FAQ That's Actually Useful
Okay, so, is this place *really* "Unbelievable"? The name's a bit… bold, no?
Alright, let's get real. "Unbelievable" is probably a bit of a stretch. More like… "pretty darn good, with the potential to be totally amazing, depending on your tolerance for charmingly eccentric French things." Think of it like this: It's not the Ritz. It's more like your eccentric Auntie Mildred's, if Auntie Mildred lived in the South of France and had a better sense of interior design than she does.
Look, the photos? They're *mostly* accurate. The pool? Yes, that's the pool. The views? Absolutely breathtaking. The house itself? Well, let's just say it's got character. And by character, I mean… a few wonky doors, a slightly temperamental shower, and a tendency for the occasional rogue spider to make an appearance. But hey, that's France, right? Embrace the imperfections! Makes for a better story later, I promise.
What are the bedrooms like? I need my beauty sleep, and my partner snores like a chainsaw.
Hmm, bedrooms. Okay. Here's the deal. They’re… fine. They're not minimalist chic, mind you. Expect more of a "charming rustic" vibe. Think exposed beams, perhaps a slightly faded tapestry, and beds that are comfortable enough, although the pillows might vary in fluffiness.
As for the chainsaw situation… well, good luck. Pack earplugs, my friend! I have a sneaking suspicion the soundproofing in these old French houses isn't exactly top-notch. Maybe request separate bedrooms from the owners. It's probably a good idea anyway. My personal experience? Well, let's just say my partner and I had a "spirited discussion" about the snoring situation one night after barely sleeping. Lesson learned: headphones are your best friend on this trip.
Is the kitchen well-equipped? Can I actually cook something fancy, or am I stuck with microwave meals?
Ah, the kitchen. This is where things get *interesting*. Let's be honest, it's not a professional chef's kitchen. You'll find the basics: pots, pans, some utensils etc. But you might need to bring your own garlic press, a really good set of knives, and maybe a whisk.
I remember my first night. I was SO excited to make a proper French meal, you know? Boeuf Bourguignon! Epic! I envisioned myself channeling Julia Child. Reality check? The oven seemed to have a mind of its own. One minute it was ice cold, the next it was on fire! After two hours I served what I charitably called "beef stew." So, yes, you can cook. Just lower your expectations, embrace the rustic charm of the situation, and maybe have a backup plan involving a local boulangerie.
Tell me about the pool! Please tell me the pool is as good as it looks in the photos.
Okay, the pool. The pool is the *star* of the show. It is, without a doubt, the thing that makes this place truly "unbelievable". Seriously, picture this: shimmering turquoise water, surrounded by sun-drenched stone, with panoramic views of the rolling hills of Languedoc. Pure bliss.
And get this: the first time I jumped in, I swear I heard angels singing. (Okay, maybe it was just the sound of the cicadas – but it felt like angels!) It's the perfect temperature. The perfect size. You can float there for hours, reading a book, sipping rosé, and generally feeling like you've stumbled into a little slice of paradise. This is where you'll spend 90% of your time. Guaranteed. Just be sure to bring sunscreen... I learned that the hard way. Trust me, I'm practically translucent now. Also, someone should tell the owner to get some better pool umbrellas.
Is there Wi-Fi? Because, you know, the internet is kind of important.
Yes, technically there is Wi-Fi. But don't expect lightning-fast speeds. Think more of a "slow, but functional" situation. It's okay for checking emails, scrolling social media, and maybe streaming a show if you're patient.
I'm a blogger, so you can imagine the panic that set in when I realised my deadline was looming and the internet was barely crawling. My stress levels went through the roof! Turns out, the router was in a weird corner of the house where the signal was practically non-existent. So, the solution? Find the best place to "catch the waves". I had to sit on the porch most of the time just to connect, but sometimes I had to go to the local cafe just to get a signal. So, it's doable. Just be prepared to embrace Digital Detox if it goes down.
What's the neighborhood like? Anything to do besides stare at the pool all day?
The neighborhood? Ah, it's the French countryside. Utterly charming, and if you don't like a slow pace, you might struggle. Think vineyards, winding roads, and villages where time seems to stand still. Saint-Pons itself is a cute little town with a few restaurants, a bakery, and a market on certain days.
There are definitely things to do besides lounging by the pool! You can visit local wineries (highly recommended!), explore nearby medieval towns, hike in the hills, cycle. I had a blast driving the winding roads. I can assure you, don't rely on google maps! One day, we got gloriously lost trying to find a castle. It was a total disaster (we never actually found the castle), but the drive was stunning, and we stumbled upon the best little bistro I've ever encountered! Worth it!
Are pets allowed? My fluffy little (or giant, I don't judge) friend is coming with!
Check with the owners. They are probably going to have rules, and probably a cleaning fee. I'm just guessing here. And be prepared for your fluffy friend to have the time of their life if the place is pet friendly. Plenty of space to run around, and probably a cat or two to chase.
Any downsides I should be aware of? Be honest, please!
Yes, absolutely. First, the French are not known for their customer service. Don't go expecting a personal concierge. Second, the shower. It's a classic French shower. The pressure might be a bit… anemic. The temperature might fluctuate wildly. You might end up feeling like you're taking a polar plunge.Nomadic Stays
