Unbelievable Antequera Escape: Belvilla by OYO Casa TorrejAn Awaits!
Unbelievable (Yes, Really!) Antequera Escape: Belvilla by OYO Casa TorrejAn Awaits! - A Messy, Honest Review
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because I'm diving headfirst into the (hopefully) crystal-clear waters of Belvilla by OYO Casa TorrejAn in Antequera. They call it an "escape," and honestly? They weren't kidding. This place is a trip. Let's get messy, shall we?
First Impressions & The Accessibility Tango:
Okay, look, I'm not gonna lie. I was a bit skeptical about "accessible" anything after a few… ahem… let's just say interesting experiences. So, Accessibility: We’re talking about a complex here, and the accessibility isn't consistently perfect. The elevator was a godsend, especially after those tapas and that vino! BUT, and it's a big BUT, getting to the elevator from some of the apartments could be a bit of a trek. Wider wheelchair access and smoother pathways between units would be fantastic. It felt like a… well, a bit of a tango. A slightly awkward tango, sometimes.
Here's an Anecdote: I remember trying to navigate the cobbled streets to the main reception with a suitcase. It was a journey. I actually felt like I needed to use some of the Facilities for disabled guests because by the end, my back was screaming and my suitcase was giving me evil glances. But hey, the fact that they even had an elevator and tried to make it work? Points for effort!
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking - My Inner Glutton Unleashed
Oh. My. God. This is where things get interesting. I mean, let's be honest, aren't we all here for the food?
- Restaurants: They have a few. Some were great, some were… well, let's just say I stuck with the good ones. The A la carte in restaurant and Buffet in restaurant options gave me options, which I loved!
- Asian Cuisine in restaurant: Yes! And it was surprisingly good - go figure (I was skeptical).
- Coffee/tea in restaurant & the Coffee Shop: Essential, darling, essential. Because let’s face it, I need caffeine to function, especially after a long day of sightseeing and… you know… relaxing. The coffee was decent; nothing to write home about, but gets the job done.
- Poolside Bar & Happy Hour: YES! This is where things get good. Picture this: sun on your face, a cold drink in your hand, and the world just… melting away. Pure bliss. The Poolside bar was a lifesaver. The Happy Hour was a godsend. I may have over-indulged on the sangria a few times. Don't judge me.
- Breakfast [Buffet]: Okay, the breakfast buffet. It was a classic European spread. The Breakfast [buffet] was good - basic, but you're fed. They offered Western breakfast and Asian breakfast. The sausages made a good start for the day.
- Room service [24-hour]: Now this! This is my jam! After a late night out, a room service burger and a movie in bed? Absolutely yes. I may have indulged in this one a few times. No regrets.
- Snack bar: Pretty solid and cheap.
Cleanliness and Safety - Because, You Know, We're Living in Times
Okay, another important one. Did I feel safe? Mostly, yeah.
- Anti-viral cleaning products: Good. Reassuring, even.
- Daily disinfection in common areas & Rooms sanitized between stays: I saw them cleaning, which is always a plus. Made me feel a bit better about things.
- Hand sanitizer: Everywhere. Which is good.
- Staff trained in safety protocol: The staff all seemed to be complying, which is obviously important (and shows respect!).
- Safe dining setup: Yes, the Safe dining setup was pretty good. Social distancing? Mostly implemented.
The Rooms - My Temporary Castle (and The Inevitable Imperfection):
My apartment wasn't huge, it was pretty clean, and the Air conditioning and Wi-Fi [free] worked like a charm (thank the heavens!).
- **Air conditioning & Blackout curtains: ** The AC went down on the first day, but was fixed fast. The blackout curtains were much appreciated.
- Internet access – wireless: Free Wi-Fi in all rooms? Check. Essential for checking Insta and booking that next tapas bar.
- Additional toilet: Bonus points! Less waiting in the mornings.
- Bathroom phone: Yeah, that's a thing. I never used it, but hey, options!
- Extra long bed: Nice touch for us taller-than-average people.
- On-demand movies: Perfect for lazy evenings.
- Soundproofing – well, it wasn’t perfect. You could hear the occasional rowdy tourist, but nothing major.
- Wake-up service: Never used it because, let’s face it, I am that kind of person who ends up waking up whenever they want.
Here's a little confession: The first apartment I got allocated had a plumbing issue, but it was fixed quickly and I was moved somewhere. The Room sanitization opt-out available. I didn’t opt out, because come on, do you want the bugs with you? The view from my new apartment: stunning. The Window that opens: essential for fresh air.
Things to Do & Ways to Relax - Because This Is Supposed to Be a Vacation!
Right, so… relaxing. That's what you come here for, isn't it?
- Swimming pool & Swimming pool [outdoor]: The outdoor pool was lovely. Views of the mountains, sunshine, what's not to love?
- Fitness center: Yes, there’s a Fitness center. I mean, I intended to use it, more than once. It's there!
- Spa/sauna & Sauna: I didn't make it to the Spa but heard it was pretty good. Next time, for sure.
- Massage: The Massage was divine. I seriously contemplated booking another one. That's the kind of relaxation you get when you're truly on vacation.
- Gym/fitness: Okay, I actually did go to the gym. It was, well, a gym. Nothing fancy, but it did the job.
- Body scrub & Body wrap: I was tempted, but then I remembered I was on a tapas tour. Maybe next time.
Services and Conveniences - Because Sometimes You Need a Little Help:
- Front desk [24-hour]: Always helpful. Really important.
- Concierge: I’ve made use of their services.
- Cash withdrawal: Essential. Because tapas.
- Luggage storage: Helpful!
- Laundry service: Thank the heavens! The thought of washing clothes while traveling is not appealing.
- Car park [free of charge]: A big plus! Parking can be a nightmare in Spain.
For the Kids - Bringing the Kiddos?
- Family/child friendly: Yes, the place seemed very family-friendly. Lots of kids were running around.
- Babysitting service: Good to know it's there.
Getting Around - The Logistics
- Car park [on-site], Car park [free of charge]: Awesome! Parking is always a bonus.
- Airport transfer: They offer it. Very convenient if you’re not renting a car.
- Taxi service: Easy to find, especially when your legs have had enough tapas.
Overall Impression - The Messy, Honest Truth:
Okay, look. Belvilla by OYO Casa TorrejAn isn’t perfect. It’s got its quirks, some rough edges, and a few minor accessibility hiccups. But it's charming. It feels like a vacation. It's a place where you can relax, eat too much, drink too much, and forget, for a little while, about all the craziness of the world. And honestly? That's exactly what I needed.
Would I go back? Absolutely. Now, where's that sangria…?
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Okay, buckle up, buttercups. This is going to be less "travel itinerary" and more "emotional rollercoaster fuelled by tapas and the Spanish sun." My trip to Casa TorrejAn in Antequera, Spain… well, let's just say it was a thing. A good thing, a messy thing, a thing I’m still unpacking (both the literal suitcase and the emotional luggage).
Belvilla by OYO Casa TorrejAn Antequera - My Chaotic Spanish Romp
(Pre-Departure - The Existential Dread)
Phase 1: The Planning. (Or, the Avoidance) Days. Weeks. Maybe even months… of me staring at the Belvilla website. Casa TorrejAn looked idyllic. Stone walls, a pool, a view that promised to melt my stress cells. But "planning" felt like a commitment, like actually doing something. My brain, a master of procrastination, whispered sweet nothings in my ear: “Netflix is comfy, isn’t it?”
Phase 2: The Booking. (And The Panic) Finally, the clicking. The credit card details. The… commitment. A wave of nausea hit. WHAT IF I HATED IT? WHAT IF THE POOL WAS CHILLY? What if the WiFi was… you know… awful? But the confirmation email felt… promising. Like, okay, you're actually GOING to Spain. Maybe you should actually learn a few phrases like, "¿Dónde está el baño?" (Where is the bathroom?), just in case.
(Day 1: Arrival and the Initial Euphoria - And a Mild Panic)
Morning (6:00 AM -ish): The "I woke up at 4 AM because I was too excited" alarm goes off. Airport chaos. Endless queues. My luggage is a bloated, sentient being crammed with mostly unnecessary outfits. The flight… uneventful, thank heavens, which is basically the best compliment you can give a flight.
Afternoon (1:00 PM): Arriving in Antequera. The sun hits you like a warm slap. The air smells of… well, sunshine. The taxi driver, bless him, kept trying to make conversation with my terrible Spanish and I kept getting frustrated. He tried to explain the routes through the ancient town. I understood “old” and “beautiful”… that was about it.
Afternoon (3:00 PM): Casa TorrejAn, finally! And… it was as gorgeous as the photos promised. The stone walls did ooze charm, the pool was begging to be jumped into, and the view… oh, the view. I may or may not have actually shed a tear. Pure, unadulterated joy. The first little bit of the house was really good, and the others weren't quite as good, they looked different in the online photos.
Afternoon (3:30 PM): The Wi-Fi’s… okay. I can live with it. (Cue the anxious checking of emails and social media – I’m not perfect, people!)
Evening (6:00 PM): Grocery shopping at the local Mercadona. Stumbling through the aisles with a slightly panicked expression, trying to decipher the Spanish labels. Accidentally buying a giant bag of something that might be olives, might be capers. The cashier, a woman with eyes that had seen a thousand tourists’ confused faces, just smiled and nodded. I felt like I was living a movie.
Evening (7:30 PM): My first Tapas experience! El Refugio, a tapas bar recommended by the Belvilla team. "¡Tapas!" I shout, feeling ridiculously pleased with myself. The waiter, another smiling Spanish marvel, brings a selection: patatas bravas (deliciously spicy!!), garlic prawns (heavenly!!), and… whatever that mysterious olive/caper situation turned out to be. I devoured everything.
Evening (9:30 PM): Sitting by the pool, glass of local wine in hand. The stars are out. Complete and utter peace. (And a mild, but quickly suppressed, fear of the dark.)
(Day 2: Antequera’s Wonders and a Culinary Catastrophe)
Morning (9:00 AM): Fueled by coffee and an absurdly large pastry from the local panaderÃa, I stumble out into the Antequera sun. The city itself is… breathtaking. I wander through the narrow streets, getting wonderfully lost. I visit the Alcazaba (castle), gaze up at the Dolmenes (ancient megalithic structures – seriously impressive!). I’m basically a slow-moving, awestruck tourist.
Afternoon (1:00 PM): Lunch. Now, this is where things get… interesting. I decide to channel my inner chef. Armed with a recipe from the internet (a recipe! Mistake number one!), I attempt to make paella. (Mistake number two!) The rice sticks, the seafood is questionable, and the whole thing smells like burnt… well, it smelled like something. I burst out laughing, mostly at my own incompetence. It was the worst paella, but also the best memory.
Afternoon (4:00 PM): Salvaging my day and getting some of the amazing dishes to compensate the breakfast, I go to a restaurant that came under the name of "El Granero".
Evening (7:00 PM): El Refugio again! Back to Tapas. This time, I know what I'm doing! (well… kinda). I become friends with a local. I learn a new word. (Apparently, cerveza is beer. Good to know!)
(Day 3: Rambles, Reflections, and a Road Trip… Gone Slightly Wrong)
Morning (9:00 AM): Waking up… a little hungover, but also happy. It's a good feeling.
Morning (10:00 AM): I decide to be adventurous and rent a car. What could go wrong? (Famous last words!) The plan: scenic drive through the Andalusian countryside. The reality: navigating tiny, winding roads, dodging rogue donkeys, and getting hopelessly, gloriously lost. Which, honestly, was kind of amazing. I saw things I never would have otherwise… and I got a really good laugh.
Afternoon (2:00 PM): Lunch at a tiny hilltop village restaurant. The food is simple, honest, and delicious. I feel… content.
Afternoon (5:00 PM): The road trip back. Back to Casa TorrejAn.
Evening (8:00 PM): Another Tapas evening. Another glass of wine. Another deep, soul-satisfying sigh. I start to understand why people fall in love with this place.
(Day 4: The "I Don't Want to Leave!" Blues)
Morning (9:00 AM): Packing. The dreaded packing. The sudden realization that I have about 200 photos of the pool. The overwhelming urge to stay. I contemplate faking a medical condition that would require me to remain in Antequera indefinitely.
Afternoon (12:00 PM): A final, lingering swim in the pool. One last gaze at that view. One last moment of utter bliss.
Afternoon (2:00 PM): A final meal at a restaurant that I thought was great.
Afternoon (4:00 PM): It is time to say goodbye.
Everything Else: The journey home. The post-vacation blues. The longing for the sun, the food, the way of life. It was not long before I had a plan to get back.
Final Thoughts (aka, the Emotional Aftermath):
This trip wasn't perfect. I made some mistakes. I ate some questionable food. I got lost. But it was real. It was messy. It was beautiful. It was… life. And I wouldn't trade it for anything. Casa TorrejAn was more than just a house. It was a feeling. A memory. A promise to come back. (And this time, I'm going to learn more than "Where is the bathroom?") If you make it to Casa TorrejAn, make sure you order the patatas bravas. You can thank me later. And don't be afraid to get lost. That's where the magic happens.
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Unbelievable Antequera Escape: Belvilla by OYO Casa TorrejAn Awaits! (Or Does It?) - Frequently Asked, Brutally Honest Questions
So, is Casa TorrejAn actually *unbelievable*? Like, really? The hype… is it real?
Okay, look. "Unbelievable" is a *strong* word. Belvilla by OYO's marketing department probably had a field day with that one (bless their cotton socks). Let's just say… it depends. My expectations were sky-high, fueled by the photos – oh, the photos! Sun-drenched patios, a sparkling pool... you know the drill. And the reality? Well, the patio *was* pretty darn good, especially after a few glasses of that local *vino tinto*. The pool? Don't get me started. It was smaller than it looked in the pics. And the water… well, let’s just say it had a certain *rustic* charm. Think less "infinity pool overlooking the azure Mediterranean" and more "refreshing dip in a slightly green-tinged concrete tub." It's probably fine, right?
**Anecdote:** I swear, I saw a rogue dragonfly attempting to land on a floating plastic bottle. That pretty much sums it up.
Let’s talk location. Is Antequera a good base for exploring Andalusia, or am I just gonna be stuck in a charming, but ultimately *remote* town?
Antequera, in my humble, often-wrong opinion, is a bit of a sweet spot. It's close enough to Granada, Seville, and the coast that you can *easily* day trip. Easily, I said! But…(there’s always a but, isn’t there?) the roads... oh, the roads. They're windy. Really, *really* windy. And the drivers… let's just say they're not afraid to use their horns. So, yeah, pack some motion sickness pills. Or embrace the feeling of existential dread as your stomach flips over. Your call.
**Quirky Observation:** The GPS lady’s voice became my therapist. "Recalculating… Recalculating… Are you *sure* you want to go that way?" Yes, GPS lady, I'm *sure*. Or at least, I *think* I am. Send help.
The Casa itself, inside… what's the vibe? Modern? Rustic? Or somewhere in between, potentially involving a slightly-dodgy kitchen?
Okay, "rustic charm" is the catchphrase here, folks. Think… exposed beams, stone walls, and a slight (and I do mean *slight*) musty smell that only a long-abandoned farmhouse can truly achieve. The kitchen? Ah, the kitchen. It's functional. Barely. The appliances are probably older than I am (and I’m not telling). The fridge… well, let's just say I'm pretty sure it was making some strange noises the first night. Did it involve a small, unseen ghost? I don't know, I was too busy trying to figure out how the stove *didn't* work to properly investigate.
**Emotional Reaction:** I spent a good hour wrestling with the oven, only to discover it wouldn't light. Pure, unadulterated frustration. Then, I had to eat a sad, pre-packaged sandwich. Food poisoning, I felt, was highly probable.
Is the Wi-Fi reliable? Because, you know, work. And Instagram. Priorities.
"Reliable" and "Casa TorrejAn" don't exactly go hand-in-hand. Let's just say you'll be *forced* to disconnect. Which, in theory, is a good thing. But the reality is… I *needed* to check my emails. My work thinks I'm working! So, expect intermittent connectivity. Expect it to drop out at the most crucial moments. Expect to spend a good portion of your time yelling at a little white router. You've been warned.
**Stream-of-consciousness rant:** Okay, so the Wi-Fi… right. It was like a grumpy old man. Slow. Unpredictable. And prone to disappearing just when you needed it most. Trying to upload a photo? Forget about it. Sending an email? Pray to the internet gods! I swear, sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't. I honestly think the ghosts in the kitchen were messing with it. They probably got bored with the oven and decided to move onto digital sabotage.
What's the best thing about Casa TorrejAn? Is there *anything* that redeems it?
Okay, deep breaths. *Yes*. The *best* thing? The peace and quiet. Honestly. The birds chirping, the distant sounds of the countryside, the fact that you can actually sleep... without the constant hum of city life. And that patio. Once the sun gets going, and you've had a few drinks, it's really quite lovely. Plus, the surrounding countryside *is* incredibly beautiful. Forget the internet, forget the dodgy kitchen, forget the slightly-green pool water. Stand on that patio with a glass of wine, and take it all in. You'll feel better. Maybe.
**Strong Emotional Reaction:** After a few days, I *loved* the peace. I *needed* it. I could forget about the outside world, be present in the moment. In fact, I was actually sad to leave it. Don't tell anyone.
Would you go back? Be brutally honest.
Hmm. Brutally honest? Look, the Casa TorrejAn has… issues. But, it also has a certain charm. It's not perfect. Far from it. But in a strange, slightly-wonky way, it's memorable. And, honestly, after the crazy pace of the last few years, it's a good place to… just *be*. So, would I go back? Maybe. If I remembered to pack my own stove, and a high-speed, portable WiFi hotspot. And5 Star Stay Find
