Escape to Aquitaine: Your Dream Heritage Gite Awaits! (Bergerac, Shared Pool)
Escape to Aquitaine: My (Honestly Messy) Take on That "Dream Heritage Gite" (and the Shared Pool!)
Okay, so "Escape to Aquitaine: Your Dream Heritage Gite Awaits!"… well, that's the brochure talk. Let's get real, shall we? I just survived a week at this place in Bergerac – and “survived” is probably the best word for it. This isn't a polished travelogue, this is my experience, warts and all. Buckle up, because… there's a lot to unpack.
First Impressions (and the Drive):
Landing in Bergerac was…okay. The drive to the gite was picturesque, all rolling hills and vineyards. (I swear, I saw more wine bottles than road signs. Not complaining.) Finding the place? Not so picturesque. GPS had a meltdown, I blame the ancient phone signal and the fact I was relying on it. Finally, after a minor existential crisis involving a suspiciously friendly cow, I stumbled upon the "Dream Heritage Gite." Which, I have to admit, looked pretty darn charming from the outside. Stone walls, terracotta roof… definitely heritage.
Accessibility (a Bit of a Rollercoaster):
Now, I'm generally able-bodied, but I did peek into the accessibility situation. They claim to have facilities for disabled guests. (Elevator, check. Some rooms specifically designed for it, theoretically… check.) However, navigating the grounds… well, let’s just say cobblestones can be a nightmare for anyone with mobility issues. The website also mentioned "exterior corridors" which is kinda great for ventilation, but I also got eaten alive by mosquitos on the first night. Mosquitoes, the true villains of every gite.
Keeping it Squeaky Clean? (Almost):
Okay, COVID - we have to talk about it. They were trying. Anti-viral cleaning? Check. Hand sanitizer everywhere? Double check. They even had those fancy little "Hygiene Certification" stickers plastered on the door. But… and this is a big but… there were dust bunnies the size of small pets in the corners of my room. (Note: They need to be fired, they're so ugly!) And the "sanitized kitchen and tableware items"… let's just say I gave everything a good scrub before I even thought about brewing a cup of coffee. They did have "Rooms sanitized between stays" though, so that was a good thing. They could've done better!
The Room: My Little Stone Prison (With Wi-Fi!)
Alright, the room. My little stone prison. It had character, sure. Blackout curtains? Thank God. (Those French sunrises are brutal.) Free Wi-Fi, thankfully, because I desperately needed to escape into the digital void. The internet access - LAN - I didn't even touch it! The Internet access – wireless… it was spotty, but hey, I survived the drive so what's the problem? Complimentary tea and coffee? A definite PLUS. Desk? Needed to work a little bit. I had the essentials: air conditioning, alarm clock (useless, I'm usually awake by 7 AM without one), a frigid mini-bar and a few bottles of water. (That's it, though, I can't say I have more to say about the room.) The bed, though, was as hard as a rock. I am not a fan. They also were very careful about the rooms sanitization!
Food Glorious (or Sometimes Not-So-Glorious) Food:
This is where things get interesting. The "Breakfast in room" option was a definite win the first morning. The "Breakfast [buffet]" however? A complete cluster. I mean, the selection was there, but it was like a breakfast buffet from the 1980's. The Asian breakfast was an anomaly. There was a vegetarian restaurant as well! The "A la carte in restaurant" was nice, though.
The bar made a great Bloody Mary! The poolside bar, even better. And the "poolside bar" was my saving grace.
The Pool: Dreams, Disasters, and My Overactive Imagination:
Oh, the shared pool. THAT POOL. The brochure promised a "pool with a view." And it delivered! A gorgeous view of the rolling hills. I imagined myself as some stylish European. (The only thing I could use to do some stylish European stuff was that pool!) The water felt like silk on my skin. The sauna was also a great treat. The steamroom… wasn't. I mean it was ok.
However… one afternoon, I witnessed a small child relieve himself in the pool. (Sorry, I needed to say it.) After that, I wasn't quite as keen on splashing around.
Relaxation Station (or Not):
They have a spa of some kind, but it's more a Spa/sauna. Massage? Yes, technically. (Though the masseuse seemed more interested in gossiping than my knots.) A foot bath? I didn't even see a foot bath! They were not fully equipped. No body scrub or body wrap, either. No gym/fitness, but they had a sauna…
The Other Stuff (Quick Fire):
- Services and Conveniences: Daily housekeeping was decent. Concierge? Well, I think there was a concierge, I never saw anyone.
- For the kids: Babysitting? Hah! Good luck with that. (I have a kid, too, by the way.)
- Getting Around: Car park [free of charge]? Yes, thankfully!
Overall Verdict (and My Honest Take):
Look, "Escape to Aquitaine" isn't a total disaster. It's got potential. The location is stunning. The pool is pretty good (minus the minor bodily fluid incident). BUT… it's not "dreamy." It's a little rough around the edges. It's quirky. It's imperfect. It's kind of… human. Would I go back? Maybe, but with realistic expectations and a very close eye on that pool. And maybe a hazmat suit.
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Alright, alright, settle in, buttercups. You think you're ready for a gite adventure in Aquitaine? Prepare yourself for a glorious mess, because that's exactly what this itinerary's gonna be. No perfectly curated Instagram feeds here, just the raw, unvarnished truth of a (hopefully) delightful French getaway.
The Grand (and Slightly Chaotic) Plan: Heritage Gite, Bergerac & Beyond
Day 1: Arrival - "Mon Dieu, Is That MY Suitcase?"
- 6:00 AM (ish): Wake up already! The flight! The chaos! This is where it starts… I'm a total disaster at the airport, always. Every time I swear I packed light, and end up hauling a suitcase that weighs more than a Breton farmer. The flight itself? A blur of lukewarm coffee, screaming toddlers, and my crushing fear of turbulence. I made it. Barely.
- 1:00 PM (ish): Arrival in Bergerac! The airport is tiny - which I love, because navigating big airports just makes me more stressed. Finding the rental car? That's where the fun really begins. I thought I'd be all "Bonjour, Madame, je suis here to pick up my Peugeot!" Instead, I stumbled around, sweating, speaking broken French, for about half an hour before finally figuring out which dusty, dented car was actually mine.
- 2:30 PM (ish): The drive to the gite. Google Maps is a liar sometimes. Seriously, how does it know which roads are actually dirt tracks? Anyway, through rolling hills and the occasional vineyard (ooh, anticipation!), and finally… here it is! The Heritage Gite! It looks even better than the photos! I’m already fantasizing about the pool.
- 3:30 PM (ish): Unpacking. Or, more accurately, attempting to unpack. I swear I packed like a sensible human. Clearly, I didn't. Found that rogue pair of socks on the way. Realized I'd forgotten my favourite reading glasses. Oh well.
- 4:30 PM (ish): First impressions of the gite. It's charming, rustic, and has a certain… je ne sais quoi of slightly wonky charm. The wifi is spotty - a problem for the digital dependent, which is, of course, me. The pool looks heavenly. Already plotting my descent.
- 6:00 PM (ish): Quick grocery run to the nearest supermarket. French grocery shopping is an adventure in itself. Figuring out the cheese situation? Daunting! I was so overwhelmed, I bought a whole wheel of something that smelled suspiciously… strong. Wish me luck.
- 7:30 PM (ish): Dinner! The first meal in France! I’m exhausted, but I'll make a simple salad, and try to figure out the microwave, and find a bottle of wine. Let’s just hope the cheese doesn't kill me. First impressions, good and bad.
Day 2: Bergerac & River Rambles - "Lost in Translation (and the Market)"
- 9:00 AM (ish): Coffee on the terrace! The sun is shining, birds are chirping (mostly, it's a bird that sounds like a rusty gate). Ah, the joys of slow mornings… until the ants invade.
- 10:00 AM (ish): Trip to Bergerac! Time to explore the town! The old town is ridiculously charming, all cobblestone streets and wonky buildings – perfect! I get hopelessly lost, of course, and end up wandering in circles, which is actually lovely.
- 11:00 AM (ish): The Bergerac market! Fresh produce! Baskets bursting with colour! The temptation to buy everything is overwhelming. I find myself utterly tongue-tied trying to haggle over the price of strawberries (I think I paid extra). Managed to score some fresh bread, though. Success!
- 12:30 PM (ish): Lunch at a small café by the river. A croque monsieur and a glass of local wine. Bliss. I attempt to order another glass, and the waiter gives me a look that says "You Americans and your wine." But the view? Gorgeous. The food? Excellent.
- 2:00 PM (ish): River cruise on a Gabare boat. Touristy? Yes. But the view - absolutely breathtaking. The Dordogne river is spectacular, and I think I actually understand why people come here.
- 4:00 PM (ish): Back to the gite. Pool time! I’ve been waiting for this all day. Floating, reading…perfect. Until I realize I forgot sunscreen. Whoops.
- 7:00 PM (ish): Dinner at the gite. Trying to actually cook. I burn the garlic bread and accidentally set off the smoke alarm. But hey, the wine is good, and I’m alive.
Day 3: Vineyards & Vexation - "Where Did My Wine Go?"
- 9:00 AM (ish): Another coffee. The cheese is still…pungent. Contemplating a strategic cheese disposal.
- 10:00 AM (ish): Vineyard visit! This is France after all! We're going to Château Monbazillac. The tour is fascinating, even if I can barely pronounce the names of the grapes. Got to taste some wine…all I can say is, it's delicious.
- 12:00 PM (ish): Another tasting at a smaller local vineyard! This one's family-run and even more charming. Learned about the history of the estate, and the passion the people have for their land. The wine? Even better. So, so good!
- 2:00 PM (ish): Lunch. I decide to be adventurous and go for a charcuterie board and another local wine. I start to notice the effects of all the wine. I begin to feel even more relaxed.
- 4:00 PM (ish): Back at the gite…and the gite is locked! I’ve locked myself out! I'm trying to get a hold of someone for help. After an hour, I get in. The gite is not my friend today. I'm ready to nap.
- 7:00 PM (ish): Dinner at a local restaurant. I’m not hungry after all the wine, so I just have a salad. I can't believe how good the food is. I can't believe what a day.
Day 4: Sarlat & Medieval Madness - "Stairways to (Almost) Heaven"
- 9:00 AM (ish): Coffee. The cheese is actually growing on me. Maybe. The air smells like wine. I need to go to Sarlat.
- 10:00 AM (ish): Driving to Sarlat-la-Canéda. This is a Medieval town, known for its well-preserved architecture. The drive is beautiful. I actually feel like a tourist.
- 11:30 AM (ish): Arrive in Sarlat. I am immediately overwhelmed. The sheer beauty of the town is breathtaking. The narrow, cobbled streets. The golden stone buildings. It's like stepping back in time.
- 12:30 PM (ish): Lunch at a small café in Sarlat. This time I order something local: foie gras! It's surprisingly delicious. I did it, I had foie gras in France!
- 2:00 PM (ish): Exploring the town. Climbing the tower. I am not in good shape, but I have good legs.
- 4:00 PM (ish): Back to the gite, to recharge. More pool time!
- 7:00 PM (ish): Dinner at a charming, tucked-away restaurant. Duck confit! This is culinary perfection, and I'm savoring every bite. Today was great.
Day 5: Canoeing & Cock-ups - "The River Knows My Darkest Hours"
- 9:00 AM (ish): Coffee. Contemplating the river. I'm still tired from the stairs
- 10:00 AM (ish): Canoeing on the Dordogne! A little out of my comfort zone. I choose the less-challenging route, right? I still end up paddling in circles. It's beautiful though, and I'm making the best of it.
- 11:30 AM (ish): Canoeing - again! It's actually kind of relaxing. And I only flipped once - completely by accident, of course, and still, it was cold!
- 1:00 PM (ish): Picnicking on the river bank. The scenery is gorgeous, and despite my canoeing ineptitude, I’m feeling good.
- 3:00 PM (ish): An afternoon is lost to blissful laziness, more swimming, reading, and general gite-dwelling.
- 7:00 PM (ish): Simple dinner at the gite, after a day of being
So, Aquitaine... What's the BIG Deal? Why Escape to Aquitaine?
And the Gite? Is it Actually as Pretty as the Photos? (Because, let's be honest, Instagram lies.)
Shared Pool! What's that *really* like? Awkward? Overcrowded?
**A Word on Pool Etiquette:** * Bring your own towels. (Learned that one the hard way) * Respect the rules (duh). * Don't be "that person" who hog the sunbeds. * Try not to splash the small children. (Unless they start the water polo, then all bets are off.)
Bergerac - Is it all Just Wine, or is there *more*?
Okay, So What About the Kitchen? Is it a Nightmare? I Like To Cook! Or Do I?
What's the Vibe? Is it Romantic? Family-Friendly? Lonely-Lover-Friendly?
Any Hidden Gems nearby? Secret Spots? Must-Dos?
**My Pro Tip:** Just wander. Seriously. Get lost. That's where the magic happens. Find the little boulangerie, the hidden bistro, the view that takes your breath away. And maybe, just maybe, you'll stumble upon something you never expected.
What's the Worst(ish) Thing About Escape to Aquitaine? (Be Honest!)
