Escape to the Italian Alps: Stunning Valtournenche Apartment Awaits!
Escape to the Italian Alps: Valtournenche Apartment Review – Because Life Isn't Always a Straight Line (And Neither Are My Reviews)
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because I'm about to spill the beans (and maybe some spaghetti sauce – you'll see) on this "Stunning Valtournenche Apartment" experience. Let me preface this by saying I'm no Michelin-star reviewer. I’m more of a "grab a slice of pizza and spill it on my keyboard" kind of reviewer. So, here we go, warts and all… and trust me, there were some.
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First Impressions and the "Getting There" Saga:
Right, so the drive up. The Alps are spectacular, don't get me wrong. Jaw-dropping. But also… steep. The apartment was supposed to include airport transfer… which was lovely in theory. In reality, after a flight delay and a lost piece of luggage the size of a small car, the transfer seemed less “luxury” and more “sweaty-palmed negotiation with a frazzled driver who clearly hadn't expected us". I remember thinking, "I hope I get a refund for this, because this is not what I paid for". After an uncharacteristic calm down, I let go and embraced the absurdity of it.
Accessibility: A Mixed Bag, Like My Sock Drawer:
The listing promised facilities for disabled guests. Bless their hearts for trying. The elevator was there (thank goodness!), but maneuvering a wheelchair through the entrance was… a challenge. And I'm not even in a wheelchair, so lord knows how.
- Wheelchair accessible: See above, the accessibility seems more ideal on paper or a sales pitch than actuality.
Rooms and Comfort: Where the Goodness Began
Once we got inside the apartment, however… ah, this was a different story. The rooms were non-smoking, the windows open to the fresh air that carried the scent of pine. The air conditioning was a godsend, especially after that drive. I was also really happy to see the extra-long bed, and the soundproofing: the ideal sleeping situation, particularly after an exhausting day.
The bathroom phone made me giggle, though. Like, who uses a bathroom phone anymore? I did like the hair dryer, seeing that I had finally packed mine (that's a first).
- Available in all rooms: Air conditioning, Alarm clock, Bathrobes, Bathroom phone, Bathtub, Blackout curtains, Carpeting, Closet, Coffee/tea maker, Complimentary tea, Daily housekeeping, Desk, Extra long bed, Free bottled water, Hair dryer, High floor, In-room safe box, Interconnecting room(s) available, Internet access – LAN, Internet access – wireless, Ironing facilities, Laptop workspace, Linens, Mini bar, Mirror, Non-smoking, On-demand movies, Private bathroom, Reading light, Refrigerator, Safety/security feature, Satellite/cable channels, Scale, Seating area, Separate shower/bathtub, Shower, Slippers, Smoke detector, Socket near the bed, Sofa, Soundproofing, Telephone, Toiletries, Towels, Umbrella, Visual alarm, Wake-up service, Wi-Fi [free], Window that opens.
- (Note: the additional toilet was very welcomed.
Internet: Because I Can't Live Without My Memes
The Wi-Fi [free] was a must. Thank goodness. It was mostly reliable, but there were moments (usually when I was trying to upload a particularly witty Instagram story) when the connection decided to take a vacation of its own. The Internet – LAN was a nice backup, though.
- Internet access: Yes
- Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! Yes, although a little spotty.
Dining, Drinking and Snacking: Carb-Loading in Paradise
Let's be honest, I went to the Alps for two things: stunning views and copious amounts of carbs. And the apartment, in general, was good! There was a coffee/tea maker in the room, but the real magic happened when we took a stroll to the restaurant. The restaurants were the highlight of the meal experiences.
- Coffee/tea in restaurant. Good
- Desserts in restaurant. Great
- Western cuisine in restaurant. Perfect.
- Breakfast [buffet]. Great
- Breakfast takeaway service. This was a good one.
I was thrilled with the Breakfast [buffet]! It was an absolute feast, from fresh pastries to perfectly cooked omelets.
Things to Do and Ways to Relax: Spa Day or Bust
Being the glamorous vacationer I am, I, of course, headed straight for the Spa/Sauna. It's a real godsend after a day of skiing.
- Sauna: Definitely.
- Spa: Oh yes. This was excellent and the highlight of the trip.
Safety and Cleanliness: Fingers Crossed (and Hand Sanitizer Applied)
The apartment seemed clean. They did seem to be taking anti-viral cleaning products seriously. I always carry my own stash of hand sanitizer, though, and I always use it.
- Anti-viral cleaning products: Yes
- Hand sanitizer: Provided
- Daily disinfection in common areas: Yes
Services and Conveniences: The Little Things (and a Few Big Ones)
The concierge was super helpful. I had a million questions and they answered them all with a smile. The luggage storage was also essential. I wouldn’t have gotten to my spa treatment if it weren’t for them. They also provide doctor/nurse on call.
- Concierge: Yes
- Luggage storage: Yes.
- Doctor/nurse on call. Great.
Stuff I Didn't Use But They Were There: And That's Okay!
There was a gym/fitness, but my idea of "fitness" involves leisurely walks to the buffet. The babysitting service would've been useful if I had kids, so it was still good to know it was there.
The Verdict: Would I Go Back?
Honestly? Yes. Despite the minor hiccups with accessibility and the internet, this place had charm. The views were insane, the spa was heavenly, and the food fueled my love for all things Italian. Sure, it's not perfect, but it's real. And sometimes, a little bit of "real" is exactly what you need on vacation. Just… maybe pack a portable Wi-Fi booster. And learn how to use the bathroom phone. You never know.
Croatia's Dream Apartment: Plunge into Luxury with Sea Views!
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your average, sterile travel itinerary. This is the raw, unfiltered, likely-to-be-chaotic chronicle of my attempt to conquer the Belvilla by OYO GrandOurse bilocale in Valtournenche, Italy. Prepare for whiplash, because my brain apparently thrives on inconsistency.
Day 1: Arrival and the Great Luggage Debacle (Oh, The Drama!)
- Morning (ish): Fly into Milan. Ha! "Morning." More like the asscrack of dawn, courtesy of budget airlines. My internal clock is already screaming. Airport chaos ensues. Seriously, why are there always more people than spaces? I swear, I saw a woman trying to cram a whole armchair into a carry-on.
- Realization: I should have packed that neck pillow. Now I'm questioning my life choices on the plane.
- Afternoon: Train to a smaller station (don't ask me which specific one, I've already forgotten). Rent a car. Hope I can actually drive a manual again. My last attempt involved a lot of stalling and the mortified stares of Parisian drivers. This time I'm determined to do a better job.
- The Grand Luggage Debacle: Find the "GrandOurse." (That's the apartment place, yeah?) Here is where the drama begins. My meticulously packed suitcase… vanished. Poof! Gone. Vanished to luggage purgatory, probably alongside that armchair-packing lady's stuff. My mood is fluctuating, and now I'm mostly furious. And a bit panicky.
- Late Afternoon/Early Evening: Phone calls. Forms. "Maybe it'll show up tomorrow." "We're very sorry." Yeah, well, so am I. Settle in, unpack the essentials (what little I did bring, God bless the under-seat bag). The apartment is… well, it's a bilocale. Two rooms. Cozy. Or cramped. Depends on the day. The view, though… breathtaking! That's the real reason I'm doing this, isn't it? The Alps are right there. I can see them from the window. Suddenly, feeling a little better. Nature, you are my therapy.
- Evening: Dinner. Pizza and beer. It's a classic. Ordered from a place I found online, hoping they wouldn't try and upsell me into a fancy plate of something. It's good. I'm starving. Stare at the Alps. This is going to be amazing or a complete train wreck. There's no in-between, is there?
Day 2: Embracing the Mountain, and Maybe a Little Panic
- Morning: Woke up to the sun. Actual sun! Didn't expect that. Coffee and croissants are a must, because how Italian would I look without my daily breakfast? Then the real fun begins. Hiking! I'd planned a challenging route, but after last night's luggage drama, I might dial it down a notch.
- The Hike: The air is crisp, the views are insane. I'm halfway up a mountain and feeling like a total badass. Until… I look down. Oh. Right. Heights. My palms are sweating. My breathing is shallow. Is that a condor? Or just a really big, judgy bird? Ok, focus. Breathe. Breathe. One step at a time. It took me twice as long to get to the top as I expected, but I got there! The view from the summit… worth every ounce of panic.
- Afternoon: Reward myself with lunch at a charming little rifugio (mountain hut). Pasta and wine (because, Italy). The pasta was incredible, and the wine went straight to my head. The mountain air is seriously potent.
- Late Afternoon: Attempt to relax. Read a book. Fail. My brain is still buzzing from the hike and the whole luggage issue. I need to focus on relaxing. Maybe I should take a nap.
- Evening: Explore the town of Valtournenche. Pop into a little grocery store for some supplies. The locals try to speak Italian to me, and I fumble, but they smile. I swear, the Italians are the friendliest people on Earth.
Day 3: The Ski Lift Symphony and a Lesson in Patience
- Morning: Determined to ski to my heart's content. Find the first ski lift. It's a gondola. Now, here's the thing, I suffer from acrophobia, and I did not realize how high these things go. This experience is basically a test of my sanity, and my will to live.
- The Gondola of Doom: I'm gripping the sides of the gondola so hard my knuckles are white. My heart is trying to escape my chest. The view IS beautiful, I can't deny it, but I'm trying to focus on not throwing up.
- The Slopes: Once I get to the top, I am fine, for like, 5 minutes. Then I see the slopes. They are steep! I decide to start with the baby hill, but wait, there is nothing baby about this hill. I'm also rusty. A lot. I manage to stay upright for approximately 10 seconds before wiping out in spectacular fashion. I end up spending more time on my butt than on my skis.
- Afternoon: Lunch at the ski resort restaurant. Comfort food and a strong coffee. Watch other people skiing with envy. Maybe I'll just stick to the bunny slope today.
- Evening: A bit of retail therapy at a local store. Then back to the apartment to try and relax. Take a long, hot shower. The hot water is a godsend. And the view with my warm blanket makes me feel like I am in Heaven.
Day 4: Down Time, Downtime, and No More Downtime
- Morning: Slept Late. It's a vacation, after all. The sun is still out. I was starting to hate the Alps, and now I want to keep them.
- Mid-morning: Drive to a nearby lake. The lake is so beautiful. I should have brought a blanket.
- Afternoon: This is when the realization hit me: My suitcase is still missing. I try, desperately, to call the airport, to no avail.
- Evening: I get drunk. I cook my favorite Italian dish. I try some more local food.
Day 5: Departure and the Bitter Sweet
- Morning: Wake up with a pounding head.
- The suitcase? still not here.
- My spirit? Ready to go, but in a bad way.
- Departure: A bittersweet goodbye. I was ready to leave, but also didn't want to. Maybe I loved these mountains, or maybe I just loved being away from my current life. Who knows.
- The Verdict: Italy is amazing. The mountains are breathtaking. The food is divine. The luggage companies, not so much. Would I go back? Absolutely. But next time, I'm hand-carrying everything. And maybe bringing a friend who can drive the car. And maybe a therapist.
Escape to the Italian Alps: Valtournenche Apartment - Your Questions (and My Honest Answers!)
Okay, so, is this place *actually* as gorgeous as the pictures make it seem? Because let's be real, those travel brochure shots are usually lying.
Alright, listen. I'm a cynical traveler, I get it. But... yeah. It *is*. Actually, the pictures don't even do it justice. The *smell* when you walk in - it's a mix of woodsmoke and pine, and a hint of whatever amazing bread the bakery down the road is churning out. The balcony view? Forget about it. You'll spend half your time just staring at the Matterhorn (they call it Cervino here, fancy!). I remember the first time I saw it, winded from the drive up. I just stood there, mouth agape, letting out a "Whoa." to myself. It was the best "Whoa." of the year. Even my grumpy uncle, who complains about everything from the pasta to the price of bottled water, went quiet for a solid five minutes. Five minutes! Proof enough.
How easy is it to get to the apartment? I'm not exactly known for my navigational skills.
Okay, so, this is where it gets a *little*… interesting. Valtournenche is up in the mountains, remember? The drive's beautiful – winding roads, postcard views - but it's not exactly a straight shot. My first time, I missed the last turnoff and ended up in... well, let's just say a very small Italian village that looked suspiciously like it was still living in the 1950s. Lovely people, but definitely not the apartment. My advice? Get a good GPS, don't rely on your phone (mountain reception can be dodgy), and *definitely* print out directions. And maybe, just maybe, pack some patience. It's part of the adventure, right? Eventually, you'll be there! Trust me. I got lost in Rome for three days. I'm not sure if I'm ever going to be on time for things.
What's the apartment *actually* like inside? Is it cramped? Is the furniture ancient and falling apart?
Nope, not cramped (unless you’re bringing a small army). It’s actually surprisingly spacious, with a good-sized living area, a comfortable kitchen (I'm a terrible cook, but even I managed to whip up some pasta!), and decent bedrooms. Clean and modern, but with that charming alpine feel. The furniture isn't antique, thank goodness (I’ve had enough experiences with creaky old beds). The beds are comfortable, the sofa is perfect for collapsing on after a day of skiing or hiking. The kind of place you can actually relax and unwind, which is important, trust me. There's a fireplace, which… okay, I may or may not have nearly set off the smoke alarm the first time I tried to use it (Italian fire, very temperamental!). I did, however, managed to burn some pasta. Thankfully, by the second visit I just left it to the pros which was the better option. I learned.
What's the Wi-Fi like? Because, you know, gotta stay connected/post Instagram pics. Priorities.
Okay, here's the deal. The Wi-Fi is… adequate. It's not blazing-fast, so don't expect to stream HD movies all day. It's perfect for sending emails, making video calls to your jealous friends (the Matterhorn backdrop will do the trick!), and, yes, posting those killer Instagram shots. Honestly? Embrace the digital detox. Put the phone down. Look at the mountains. Smell the air. Talk to a real human. You're in *Italy*, for crying out loud! You'll probably find your phone service works pretty well on the slopes. I managed to lose my phone in the snow. Don't judge.
Is there anything I should be aware of before I go? Any hidden catches or things the brochures *don't* tell you?
Alright, buckle up for some honesty:
- **Altitude:** Valtournenche is high up. Take it easy your first day. You might feel a bit breathless. Drink water!
- **Groceries:** The local supermarkets are good, but don't expect huge selections like you get in big cities. Plan ahead. And if you can't find something, there's always a *trattoria* down the road.
- **Speaking Italian:** Learn a few basic phrases. "Grazie" (thank you) and "Buongiorno" (good day) go a long way. The locals are incredibly kind. Even if you butcher the language (like I do), they'll appreciate the effort.
- **The Weather:** Mountain weather is unpredictable. Pack layers. You might be sunbathing one minute, snowed in the next. And the sun is *intense* at that altitude. Sunscreen!
- **Parking:** Parking can be a bit tight in the village, especially during peak season. But it's generally manageable.
- **My Worst Experience:** OK, so, this happened my first time there. I was so excited to try the ski slopes and, well, I hadn't skied in years. It's a long, embarrassing story that involves a rogue ski, a very surprised dog (who was the only one who could have seen the full picture) and a rather spectacular faceplant. I'm still finding bits of snow in places. But the mountains were beautiful and I'm happy to go anywhere with that view. Just... don't expect an Olympic performance.
Is it suitable for families? I have kids.
Absolutely. It's a great place for families. There's plenty of space in the apartment, and the area is safe and welcoming. The ski slopes are excellent for kids (and beginners!). There are playgrounds. There is a whole bunch of stuff to do. My friend brought her two teenage kids in, and they hated it at first. But by the end of the week, they were begging to stay longer. It's one of those places that have that kind of magic. The local kids will probably invite my young children to build a snowman.
What about the food? Is it any good?
The food? Oh. My. God. The food. Forget the diet. Seriously. Forget everything. It's *amazing*. Hearty, comforting, and unbelievably delicious. There are *tons* of little trattorias and restaurants offering regional specialties. Pasta with ragu. Risotto. Polenta. Wonderful cheeses. I once ate a entire block of fontina. It might have been slightly irresponsible. The pizza? Forget about it. And the wine? Don't even get me started. Just prepare to loosen your belt and prepare for heaven.
