Escape to Paradise: Stunning Chalet Near Egmond aan Zee!
Escape to Paradise: Did It Actually Feel Like Paradise? (A Totally Unfiltered Review)
Alright, buckle up buttercups, 'cause this isn't your typical bland hotel review. This is the real deal. We're talking about the "Stunning Chalet Near Egmond aan Zee," and I'm about to spill the beans on whether it lived up to the hype. Spoiler alert: it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows (thank God, I'm allergic to both).
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The Arrival: First Impressions (and a Near-Disaster)
First off, "Stunning Chalet" is a bold claim. I mean, after traveling through the Netherlands, I can say that it's definitely nice. The exterior was, let's say, "charmingly rustic." Think cozy, wooden, and maybe a teeny bit in need of a power wash. But hey, I'm not here to judge the grout!
Accessibility: Navigating the Dutch Canals (and This Chalet)
Okay, serious business time. Accessibility. This is a big deal for me. The website promised "facilities for disabled guests". Emphasis on promised. Let's just say navigating some of the (apparently) accessible areas felt a bit like trying to parallel park a bus during rush hour. The ramps were… quirky. The elevator? Let’s just say I'm glad I packed my "Patience and Perseverance" vitamins. There was a serious lack of clear signage in some areas, especially near the (gorgeous) swimming pool. Needs Improvement, BIG TIME.
- Wheelchair Accessible: Mixed bag. Some areas great, some… not so much. Be sure to double-check specific requirements with the hotel before you book.
- Facilities for Disabled Guests: See above.
- Accessibility Notes: Wide doorways in some areas, but narrow hallways can be problematic.
The Room: My Own Little Wooden Fortress (With Internet That Actually Worked!)
Here's where things started looking up. The room? Pretty darn good. Not quite "stunning," more "comfortably chic." Seriously, the bed was like sinking into a cloud made of angels' wings. The blackout curtains? Bless them. I slept like a log (well, like a stylish, well-rested log).
- Available in all rooms: Air conditioning, Blackout curtains, Coffee/tea maker, Free bottled water, Hair dryer, High floor, In-room safe box, Internet access – wireless, Ironing facilities, Mini bar, Non-smoking, Private bathroom, Refrigerator, Satellite/cable channels, Seating area, Shower, Slippers, Smoke detector, Soundproofing, Toiletries, Towels, Wake-up service, Wi-Fi [free]. This is where they delivered.
- The Wi-Fi was actually GOOD. Unlike some hotels where you spend half your vacation battling a signal weaker than my self-control. Wi-Fi in all rooms! Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! Thank you, sweet internet gods!
- The extra long bed, and the extra long nap. Seriously. Don't underestimate a good sleep.
- Room decorations, a little sparse, but charming. They could use a few more pillows.
Dining and Drinking: From Breakfast Bliss to Dinner Disappointment (and a Hilarious Incident) - It's a journey.
The breakfast? Glorious. Seriously. Asian breakfast! It gave me a great start for the day. The juice was fresh-squeezed, the pastries were flaky perfection, and the coffee was strong enough to raise the dead. The Breakfast [buffet] was a lifesaver.
- Asian Cuisine: Available in the restaurant.
- Coffee/tea in the restaurant, coffee shop, and in-room. I'm not kidding - coffee is the key.
- Restaurants: Several options, including indoor dining, outdoor terrace.
- Vegetarian Restaurant: Yes!
- The bar: Had a good selection of drinks, but boy, the service was slow!
Now for the drama. Dinner on the first night… Well, let’s just say my steak arrived looking less "masterpiece" and more "victim of a small kitchen fire." I sent it back. The second attempt? Marginally better. This is where I found myself having to explain that it was not fit to be consumed. This didn't exactly scream "fine dining." I'd suggest aiming for other restaurants.
Things to Do & Ways to Relax: Spa Day Shenanigans & Poolside Pondering
The spa. Yes, please. The Sauna and Steamroom were amazing and the staff were super helpful.
- Spa: A real treat.
- Pool with view: Absolutely stunning, a true highlight. The pool was clean, the water temperature was perfect, and the views? Instagram-worthy.
- Gym/fitness The gym was well-equipped.
- Things to do: Excellent opportunities for walking/cycling.
Cleanliness and Safety: The Sanitizing Situation (Did They Actually Clean?)
I'm a bit of a germaphobe, so the whole "post-pandemic" thing is something that I am careful about (okay, maybe more than careful). The hotel was very good.
- Anti-viral cleaning products,
- Daily disinfection in common areas,
- Hand sanitizer.
- Rooms sanitized between stays,
- Staff trained in safety protocol.
Services and Conveniences: The Good, The Bad, and the "Where's My Luggage?"
- Concierge: Helpful, but sometimes a bit overwhelmed.
- Luggage Storage: Always a bonus.
- Dry Cleaning/Laundry Service: Convenient, but pricey.
- Meeting/banquet facilities. I didn't use them, but they looked well-equipped.
For the Kids: Family-Friendly or Family-Frustrated?
- Family/child-friendly: Yes, but be aware of potential accessibility issues for strollers.
Getting Around: Car Park, Airport Transfer, and a Bike That Nearly Betrayed Me
- Car park [free of charge]: A definite plus.
- Airport transfer: Available (though I didn't use it).
- Bicycle parking: Perfect!
The Verdict: Paradise Found? (Sort Of…)
Okay, so "Escape to Paradise" might be a slight exaggeration. The Chalet can be a stunning, it's a solid, sometimes amazing, sometimes frustrating, but ultimately enjoyable experience.
Things I Loved:
- The amazing pool.
- The breakfast.
- The comfy bed.
- The fact that I was able to get an internet connection that actually worked.
Things That Need Work:
- Accessibility. This is a major one. Seriously, fix it.
- The dinner.
- The service at the bar.
Overall: I'd recommend it, but with a few caveats. Do your research, and maybe bring your own patience supply. Is it perfect? Nope. But is it a good base to explore the region? Absolutely. Just don't expect a flawless escape. Expect a little bit of chaos. Consider it a part of the charm!
Geesteren's Ash Farm: A Monumental Dutch Secret You NEED to See!
Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because this isn't your average itinerary. This is… well, this is me, trying to wrangle a week in Egmond aan Zee, Netherlands, with the vague promise of a comfy chalet and the ocean looming 3.5km away. Let's see if I can survive this, and more importantly, if the chalet even exists. (Seriously, I've seen some websites…)
WEEK OF CHAOS IN EGMOND AAN ZEE: AKA "Pray For Me, I'm Going Dutch"
(Day 1: Arrival & The Great Chalet Hunt… May God Have Mercy on My Soul)
- 8:00 AM: Wake up. Or, attempt to. My cat, Mittens, seems to think my bladder is a personal alarm clock. Grumbled curses, a quick coffee (essential), and the frantic scramble to pack those last-minute "just-in-case" items. You know, the ones you never use but have an irrational fear of not having. Like, what if a zombie apocalypse breaks out in the Netherlands and I don't have my lucky rubber ducky? Panic ensues.
- 10:00 AM: The airport. Air travel is always a delightful cocktail of anxiety and sheer, unadulterated boredom. I'm pretty sure the guy next to me is hoarding peanuts like they're gold. I'm considering a trade… five peanuts for a conversation that doesn't involve the intricacies of his bowel movements. (Too much information? Probably.)
- 5:00 PM (Local Time): LANDED! Amsterdam Schiphol Airport - HUGE! Okay, breath in - I've cleared customs. Now the real drama begins: the train to Bergen. Hopefully, I understood the Dutch instructions. fingers crossed I don't end up in some random windmill village on the other side of the country!
- 6:30 PM: Arrive in Bergen. Okay the trains are a bit like the London Underground, but with more Dutch people. Finding a taxi - UGH, I am the worst driver in the world. Driving is a trial to me. Maybe I should just stay in the train station forever.
- 7:30 PM:"The Chalet of Dreams (Hopefully)" Search: Finding the chalet… wish me luck because it's always an adventure. Did I actually book it? The confirmation email looked like it was written in Klingon. Driving and navigation are not my strong suits. Praying the address isn't in a field. God - I hope it is what the pictures showed - because the images were all very pretty.
- 8:30 PM: "Hello, chalet!" Assuming I've found it (and it's not a shack). Unpack everything. Check the water pressure. Investigate the bed situation (is it a torture device disguised as a mattress?). Immediately start making a list of things I forgot. ALWAYS.
- 9:30 PM: Dinner: Something easy. I'm thinking cheese and bread. Maybe that local Dutch mustard. Maybe. It's a race against time to avoid the post-travel slump.
- 10:30 PM: Collapse. Sleep. Pray I don't wake up in a ditch.
(Day 2: Beach Bliss (Or At Least, Attempted Bliss) & The Great Herring Heist)
- 8:00 AM: Wake up again (after a questionable night's sleep). Coffee, a LOT of coffee. Inspect the damage. Did the chalet survive my arrival? Did I remember to pack my sunscreen? (Probably not.)
- 9:00 AM: Actual adventure! Time for the beach. The 3.5km walk is a myth. It's probably closer to 5! But who's counting? Armed with my backpack that I am pretty sure I packed, I’m in search of the sea!
- 10:00 AM: Beach time! Okay, the North Sea isn't exactly the Caribbean. But the wind is brisk; the grayness has a sort of beauty. I'm a sucker for the raw, moody power of the ocean. People are walking dogs, building sandcastles - or trying to, at least. I’ll attempt one. My sandcastle-building skills haven’t improved since I was eight. Honestly, it's a mess.
- 12:00 PM: Lunch. I have a theory the Dutch could make anything delicious. I am a terrible cook, but I'm a good eater. I will hunt down a beach-side restaurant - hopefully with a view. Is the herring really as… unique as everyone says? I must try it. I must. (I'll report back later if I survived, or if the herring conquered me.)
- 2:00 PM: Walk along the beach, maybe find some seashells or interesting driftwood. I'm hoping to clear my head and simply be in the moment. I'm going to forget my phone, and maybe I will actually feel something other than stress.
- 4:00 PM: Tea and a little bit of writing in my journal. Reflect, recharge.
- 6:00 PM: Back to the chalet. Time to recover from the day.
- 7:00 PM: Dinner. Try out some local dishes! No promises on the quality. I’ll rate my efforts using a scale of "edible," "barely edible," and "send help."
- 8:00 PM: Stare out the window and count my blessings. Maybe read a book.
- 9:00 PM: Sleep! (Or at least, attempt it.)
(Day 3: Bergen, Windmills, and the Bicycle of Doom)
- 9:00 AM: Another day, another coffee. Consider life choices.
- 10:00 AM: Rent a bike. This is where things get dodgy. I haven't ridden a bike in a while.
- 10:30 AM-1:00 PM: Exploring Bergen. Cruising through the streets. Hopefully, I'm not a hazard to myself or other tourists. I'm going to explore the town - the church, the Markt, the shops, the cafes.
- 1:00 PM: Lunch: Some tiny cafe, somewhere. Somewhere I find a place to sit.
- 2:00 PM: Windmill time! If I can find a windmill that isn't already overrun by tourists. Take photos, soak in the history.
- 4:00 PM: Back at the chalet, time to relax.
- 7:00 PM: Cook dinner. Maybe I will actually attempt to cook something. Maybe I will regret it.
- 8:00 PM: Do I need to sleep yet? I could watch a movie… or… I don't know…
(Day 4: Haarlem & The Art of Being Lost)
- 9:00 AM: Train ride to Haarlem! Discovering a town is always a great way to get completely lost.
- 10:30 AM: Arrive in Haarlem: I have no plan.
- 11:00 AM: Wander aimlessly through Haarlem - or rather, embrace the "lost" experience.
- 12:00 PM: Find a café, because coffee and food are essential.
- 1:30 PM: Visit Grote Markt. Perhaps have a snack or something.
- 3:00 PM: Visit the Frans Hals Museum. I am not an expert on art, but I am here to learn.
- 6:00 PM: Back to the chalet.
- 7:00 PM: Cook dinner.
(Day 5: The North Sea and a Seaside Walkabout)
- 9:00 AM: Wake up, coffee, repeat. Wonder why I am doing this. Remind myself that it is to relax.
- 10:00 AM: Day trip to the beach.
- 12:00 PM: Find a restaurant.
- 2:00 PM: Wander.
- 4:00 PM: Relax.
- 7:00 PM: Cook dinner.
(Day 6: The Last Hurrah - Or At Least, The End of This Itinerary…
- 9:00 AM: Pack. The dreaded chore.
- 10:00 AM: Have a final beach walk to take in the sea air and say my goodbyes to the ocean.
- 12:00 PM: Eat lunch.
- 1:00 PM: Do a final check.
- 2:00 PM: Head back to the airport; hopefully, I don't miss the train… or my flight… or my entire life because I get distracted by a particularly shiny windmill.
- 5:00 PM: Flight. Take off. Finally. (Hopefully.)
- Home: Settle in and breathe a huge sigh of relief.
(Day 7: Reality Returns…)
- Work.
- Life.
Final Thoughts:
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Escape to Paradise: Your Burning Questions (and My Ramblings)
So, is this 'Paradise' actually... paradise? The chalet, I mean.
Okay, full disclosure: "Paradise" might be a slight exaggeration. Look, it's a gorgeous chalet, don't get me wrong. Think cozy, with a fireplace that actually WORKS (a small miracle, in my experience!), and those big windows that let the sun just *pour* in. Glorious.
But... paradise? Let's just say it's paradise *adjacent*. My first morning, I made coffee, and the smoke alarm went off because I slightly singed the toast. Paradise-ish, with a side of "panic-cleaning before the landlord arrives." And the WiFi? Let's just say it's a *suggested* speed. But hey, it forced us to actually, you know, TALK and *look* at the scenery. Which, when you're actually paying attention, is pretty damn paradisiacal.
What's the deal with Egmond aan Zee? Is it, like, actually NEAR the beach?
Near? Honey, you practically trip over the sand dunes! It's *right there*. You could, hypothetically, go from your cozy chalet to building a sandcastle faster than you can make instant coffee (speaking from experience...).
Egmond aan Zee itself? Charming. Like, picture-postcard charming. Lots of cute little shops (my wallet wept), and restaurants that smell of fresh seafood. And the people! Super friendly. We accidentally ordered a plate of fried herring (totally misread the Dutch menu!), and the waitress just laughed and gave us extra tartar sauce. A small victory, given the, shall we say, *unique* flavor. But hey, that's life, right? Full of herring-y surprises.
Is it family-friendly? We have small, possibly destructive, humans.
Okay, so, the "small, possibly destructive humans" part? I *get* that. My own little gremlins... Look, the chalet is fine. Pretty sturdy, actually. But here's the real kicker: the BEACH. Sand. Endless sand. It's a parent's dream. Your kids can run wild, build empires (of sand!), and generally unleash their inner chaos-monsters without you having to follow them around every single second. The tide comes in, some empires get destroyed, and everyone gets a nap later. Win-win-win!
However, the stairs inside? *Potential* hazard. Maybe pack some stair gates or invest in really good insurance. Just a thought.
What's the kitchen situation like? Can I actually cook something more complicated than toast? (See above question).
The kitchen... it's got the basics. Oven, stove, fridge – the usual suspects. And it's clean, which is a HUGE plus in my book. I actually managed to make a proper dinner one night (pasta, nothing fancy, but still...). Okay, *almost* a proper dinner. Let's just say the smoke alarm made another cameo. Apparently, I'm not a natural chef.
Honestly? Embrace the local restaurants. They're delicious, and they'll do the washing up for you. Speaking of which... bring your own dishwasher tablets! (Lesson learned, the hard way.)
The best part of the stay? Tell me the *really* good stuff.
Okay, okay, here it comes... This might sound a little... *woo-woo*, but the best thing? The *silence*. No, seriously. The absolute, glorious QUIET. Waking up to the sound of the waves, instead of, you know, toddlers fighting over a remote control. It was pure bliss.
There was this *one* morning. Sun streaming through the windows, coffee in hand (the smoke alarm behaved itself!), and I just sat there, staring out at the dunes. And for the first time in months, maybe years, I felt... relaxed. Like, truly, deeply relaxed. Like I could finally take a deep breath and *just be*. That, my friends, is worth ten times the price of admission. (Even if I did have to scrub burnt toast off the toaster.) It was just... perfect.
And the sunset? OMG. I'm not even a sunset person, normally, but the sunsets over the North Sea? Forget about it. Crimson, orange, purple... a proper masterpiece. Every single evening made me feel like I could handle anything. And, honestly, on a trip, that's everything, right?
Oh, and the beach walks at sunset... that was pretty good too. The wind in your hair, the sand between your toes (and, inevitably, in your shoes for days), the salty air... It's all just... *chef's kiss*.
Any downsides? Be honest!
Well, look, nothing's perfect. The mattress was a bit... firmer than I'm used to. Not the end of the world, but I did wake up with a slightly crick in my neck a few times. And parking... can be a pain in the butt, especially in peak season. You might have to walk a little, which, honestly, maybe wasn’t the worst thing in the world, after all that eating.
Also... the stairs. If you have mobility issues, definitely check the details. They're a bit steep, and those who tend to be clumsy. But hey, just embrace the adventure! You should be fine.
Would you go back?
Absolutely! Even with the slightly-singed-toast incidents, and the parking dramas, and the occasionally-stubborn WiFi. The good stuff – the silence, the sunsets, the beach – completely outweighs the minor imperfections. I'm already mentally planning my return trip. Just need to convince my husband to come. Wish me luck!
