Escape to Paradise: Stunning Terrace Apartment in Castell d'Aro!
Escape to Paradise Review: Castell d'Aro Terrace Apartment – Or, How I Accidentally Fell in Love (and Almost Got Arrested for Sunbathing)
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your average travel review. This is the story of my accidental love affair with a terrace apartment in Castell d'Aro, Spain, where I went expecting a relaxing getaway and ended up questioning my life choices (in a good way, mostly).
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Accessibility - The Real Test
Right off the bat, let's talk accessibility. I'm not personally a wheelchair user, but I'm conscientious and look for these things. The description claims wheelchair access, so I gave it a serious once-over. And you know what? They weren't kidding! The entrance was level, the elevators were spacious, and navigating the common areas was a breeze. This gets a massive thumbs up from me, especially considering some of the… ahem… "accessible" accommodations I've seen. They've clearly thought about it. Kudos! Now, about that terrace…
The Glorious Terrace (and the Near-Disaster)
Let's be honest, that's what sealed the deal for me. The photos promised an epic terrace, and oh. my. god. they delivered. We’re talking sprawling, sun-drenched, panoramic views of Castell d'Aro and the Mediterranean Sea. It was heaven.
I spent a good portion of my stay on that terrace. Reading, sipping sangria (essential!), and generally marinating in the bliss of being away from, well… everything. I even, in a moment of pure, unadulterated joy, decided to go full-on sunbather. This is where things get interesting.
The sun was intense. I dozed off. Woke up… feeling a bit toasty, and then, a sharp knock on the door. Turns out, my sunbathing session had caught the eye of, let's just say, a particularly observant neighbor. The police were called. Apparently, the sight of my pasty white self, splayed across the terrace in a state of near-nudity (ahem, technically, I was wearing a bathing suit, but the lines were blurred), was, shall we say, disturbing. Thankfully, after some frantic gesturing and apologies (my Spanish is… elementary), they were incredibly understanding (and probably found the whole thing hilarious). Moral of the story? Sunscreen and a little more modesty would have avoided a potentially embarrassing encounter and the whole “international incident” feel to the situation.
But even with the near-arrest, the terrace remained my sanctuary. It was the heart of the apartment, the reason I fell in love with the place. Seriously, I could have stayed there forever, watching the sun dip below the horizon, painting the sky in fiery hues.
Inside the Fortress of Happiness
The apartment itself? Beautiful. Modern, clean, and packed with everything you need.
- Available in all rooms: Air conditioning? Check. Alarm clock? Check. Free Wi-Fi (and it actually worked)? Double-check. Mini-bar? Oh yes. I may or may not have consumed a significant amount of miniature gin and tonics while contemplating the meaning of life on that terrace.
- Comforts: Slippers? Bathrobes? Yes, yes, and yes! After a long day of nearly getting arrested, these are very much appreciated.
- Sleeping Chambers: The bed? Ahhhhh, the bed. Extra long, as advertised. I slept like a log (until the aforementioned knocking incident).
Food, Glorious Food (and the Occasional Gin & Tonic)
The apartment offered a full kitchen, and there was a convenience store nearby, so I could whip up some snacks!
- Dining options The place was loaded with options! Restaurants? Yep. A la carte? Sure thing! Asian cuisine? Definitely there, and I might have tried it, but I was too busy gazing at the view on the terrace and drinking endless quantities of the aforementioned gin and tonics.
Spa, Relaxation, And the Quest for Inner Peace
Okay, my relaxation strategy was mostly centered around the terrace, but the hotel's facilities were incredible.
- Spa & Relaxation: The spa was an oasis. The sauna was HOT in the best way possible. I even braved a body scrub, which left me feeling like a freshly-polished statue. Pure bliss. The pool with a view? Oh, it was as spectacular as it sounds.
- Fitness Center: Didn't go, because, you know, sangria and terrace. But it was there, for all you exercise enthusiasts. Maybe next time.
Cleanliness and Safety - The Modern World's Concerns, Addressed
They took safety seriously, which made me feel comfortable, even with all my terrace-induced antics.
- Safety Measures: Anti-viral cleaning products? Check. Daily disinfection? Check. Sanitized everything? Check, check, check. They really went the extra mile.
- Staff Training: The staff was clearly trained in safety protocols. They were also incredibly friendly and helpful, even after the whole "sunbathing incident."
Services and Conveniences - The Little Things That Make a Difference
- Services: Laundry service, safe deposit boxes, daily housekeeping, and a concierge. They really thought of everything! I felt pampered, and I liked it.
- Other amenities: Facilities for disabled guests, family-friendly, with kids facilities.
Things to Do - Beyond the Terrace and the Gendarmerie
Okay, so the terrace was my main activity (and near-arrest!), but there's more to Castell d'Aro than a sun-drenched balcony.
- Close Proximity: Beaches, charming shops, and restaurants. If you're feeling less lazy than I was, there is plenty to see and do!
The Downside (Because No Place is Perfect)
Honestly? The only downsides I could find were:
- The price(wasn't exactly a budget-friendly trip!)
- My sunburn (and the near-arrest! But hey, it's a story!).
Overall Verdict: Absolutely, Unconditionally, Head-Over-Heels in Love!
This terrace apartment in Castell d'Aro is a slice of heaven. It's beautiful, comfortable, well-equipped, and the staff is phenomenal. The wheelchair accessibility is a huge plus. Even my sunbathing-related shenanigans couldn't diminish the charm of this place. Book it. Go. Relax. Just maybe, wear a little more clothing on the terrace than I did. You might just find yourself falling in love, too.
Unwind in Luxury: Your Private Sauna Chalet Awaits in the Austrian Alps
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because here's the unfiltered, semi-organized chaos that is my Castell d'Aro Platja d'Aro apartment-with-a-terrace itinerary. Prepare for a rollercoaster, because let's be honest, planning? I try. Following it? That's… optimistic.
The Castell d'Aro Platja d'Aro Un-Itinerary: A Week of Sun, Sea, and (Hopefully) Not Screaming at the GPS
Day 1: Arrival and the Great Terrace Assessment
- Morning (ish): Travel day from [Wherever I'm currently residing]. The flight? A blur of airplane peanuts and questionable in-flight movies. My emotional state? Excited, but also perpetually worried I've forgotten something crucial (like my passport… or my sanity).
- Afternoon: ARRIVE! Coastline is glorious. Found the apartment. The key situation: Smooth as butter! The Terrace is where the magic is. The view is everything I'd hoped for and more. First order of business (after a celebratory squeal of delight): Terrace inspection. Sunbeds: Check. Table for tapas and wine: Check. Potential for spectacular sunset photos (spoiler alert: DEFINITELY Check). Unpacking: haphazardly. Finding the wine opener: A Herculean task. (Seriously, where DO these things disappear to?)
- Evening: Stumble out to a local restaurant for dinner. Tried to order in Spanish, butchered it gloriously. Ended up with something vaguely edible. Felt like a champion. Back to the terrace. Wine. Sunset. Pure, unadulterated bliss. Already plotting the next day's exploration.
Day 2: Beach Day! (Attempt #1)
- Morning: Wake up late, because, vacation. Coffee on the terrace. The morning light is unreal. Resolve to be productive… then spend an hour staring at the sea. This terrace is a black hole of productivity.
- Late Morning (a.k.a., the real start of the day): Make it to the beach! Platja d'Aro is gorgeous, but packed. Finding a spot: A competitive sport. Sunscreen application: messy. Accidentally got sand EVERYWHERE. Entered the water with a smile.
- Afternoon: Lunch at a chiringuito. Ordered paella. It was… decent. (I'm a paella snob, what can I say?) Swimming. Building sandcastles (admittedly, poorly). Realizing I forgot my book. MAJOR. FAIL.
- Evening: Back to the terrace. Sunset again! This is getting addictive. Tried some tapas (purchased from a local shop – I feel so authentic!). Started writing a postcard, but got distracted by the stars. Postcard remains unfinished. Classic.
Day 3: Exploring the Historic Side and the Quest for the BEST Ice Cream
- Morning: Decided to be "cultured." Ventured into Castell d'Aro town. Charming. Cobblestone streets. Medieval architecture. Felt like I’d walked onto a movie set. Got lost. Twice. Embraced it.
- Afternoon: The ice cream quest BEGINS. Must. Find. The. Perfect. Gelato. Tried three different places. Each one was different. Stupidly, delicious. (Okay, maybe the 'quest' was actually an excuse to eat a lot of ice cream. I'm not even sorry.) Walked along the coast. Took a million photos.
- Evening: Dinner: Another restaurant, different tapas. My Spanish is improving (slightly). Wine. Terrace. Watched the moon rise over the sea. Pretty sure this is what they call "living the dream." Rambling Aside: There's something about the night on that terrace. The smell of the sea, the gentle breeze, the quiet murmur of conversations drifting up from the street below… It's just… magical. I'm already dreading leaving.
Day 4: DOUBLING DOWN: The Ice Cream Obsession and Beach Bliss (Round 2)
- Morning: Slept in again. Seriously considering buying a sunbed to put on the terrace. Could spend the next 20 years just staring out at that view. Coffee.
- Late Morning: Beach. The first beach was great! But, decided to try a different beach. More options, more choices. Even better. The sun is beating down. More sand. More swimming. More laughs.
- Afternoon: BACK TO THE ICE CREAM QUEST. This time, I’m going to be scientific. Sampling Methodology: three flavors per shop, in order of recommendation. Analysis: Complex. Complicated. Ultimately, the best ice cream? Subjective. But I’m enjoying the process! Considered going back to all the shops… in one day.
- Evening: Another fabulous dinner. The food here never disappoints. Bought a bottle of wine, because you can’t go wrong. This time, I even finished a Postcard and put in the mailbox.
Day 5-7: A Blur of Sun, Sea, and Spontaneity (The Unplanned Days)
- The Un-Itinerary This is the beauty of unplanned days. Some days were spent just lounging on the terrace, reading, and doing absolutely nothing. Other days involved more exploration, maybe a boat trip, and a visit to a nearby town. This is where the real memories are made. It’s also where details get fuzzy. Which is fine. The important thing is that I felt happy, relaxed, and utterly content.
Day 8: Departure… with a Heavy Heart (and a Stomach Full of Wonderful Memories)
- Morning: Packing. The worst part. Trying to cram everything back into my suitcase, which now seems miraculously smaller than it was when I arrived. Last coffee on the terrace. One last look at that view. Damn, it's heartbreaking to leave.
- Afternoon: Travel back. Already planning my return. Thinking about ice cream. Longing for the terrace.
- Emotional Aftermath: Exhausted but energized. Sunburnt (slightly). Full of amazing memories. And already plotting my return to that apartment with the perfect terrace. Castell d'Aro, you've stolen my heart.
Escape to Paradise: The Castell d'Aro Apartment - FAQ (with a hefty dose of reality)
Okay, so the *terrace*... is it actually as good as the pictures? Because let's be real, sometimes those things are heavily filtered…
Alright, deep breath. The pictures? They don't *lie* exactly. But here's the tea: the terrace... yeah, it's pretty glorious. The problem is, the pictures don’t capture the *sun*. Like, the actual, brutal, beautiful sun that beats down on you at 3 PM and makes you question your life choices (mostly because you’re suddenly craving a frozen daiquiri and the nearest blender is *miles* away). You’ll spend most of your time out there, guaranteed. I spent a whole afternoon just staring out at the sea, muttering philosophical nothings. And yes, the bougainvillea is as vibrant and Instagrammable as it looks. Just… remember the sunblock. And maybe a hat. And maybe a pre-emptive daiquiri plan.
What's the deal with the location? Is it actually close to the beach? Because 'close' can mean a lot of things.
Okay, 'close' is relative. "Close" in my experience, is a five to seven-minute walk, depending on how quickly your ice cream melts. It's a *pleasant* walk. Downhill on the way *there*. Uphill on the way *back*. Let's be honest, after a day of sun and sangria, that uphill climb feels like you're scaling Everest. But the beach? Glorious. The water? Crystal clear. My husband tried to convince me to skip a beach day and said, "It's just sand and water, babe." He’s now sleeping on the couch. The location is great if you actually *like* the beach. If you don't... well, you picked the wrong vacation spot, pal.
What's the kitchen like? Can you actually cook a real meal, or is it just, like, a toaster oven and a prayer?
The kitchen... okay, it's *functional*. It's not a Michelin-star kitchen, but it's got the basics. I'd say it's geared towards light cooking. You can definitely whip up a pasta dish or some tapas. There's a fridge big enough to store the essentials – beer, wine, and more beer. Don't expect to roast a whole chicken. I tried. Let's just say, the smoke alarm had a *lot* to say about it. And the burnt chicken? Not a highlight of the trip. Stick to simple. Stick to easy. Buy the paella from the local place. Trust me.
Is there Wi-Fi? Because, you know, gotta stay connected... (even if it's just to stalk everyone's Instagram feed from the terrace).
Yes, there is Wi-Fi! *Thank the gods.* It’s generally reliable, but sometimes, it gets a little... *Spanish*. Meaning, it might decide to take a siesta and be a little slow. Embrace it! Pretend you *have* to disconnect. Actually, that's a good reminder for *myself*. The temptation to scroll through TikTok will be *strong*, but resist! Go talk to the locals. Take a walk. Don’t become a digital zombie. But yes, you can check your email. Mostly. Occasionally. Don't rely on it for a critical work call. Unless you *like* the sound of your boss yelling over a crackling connection – in which case, knock yourself out.
Okay, but what if it rains? What's there to *do* in the apartment when you can't be on the glorious terrace?
Rain? Gasp! Okay, look, let's be realistic. It *could* rain. But I got lucky. I didn't even experience a drizzle, but I prepared and found it necessary. If it did, you are going to have to do something. I saw the DVD player in the TV setup and went to the local store to ask if I could rent some movies. After a couple of minutes, the guy started laughing and said "You are on holiday! Don't watch movies, drink!" I don't understand why the apartment would have a DVD player, and he was probably right. But I did get some of my friends to join me for some cards and we spent the majority of the time drinking wine. You could read a book! Curl up on the sofa and listen to the rain (if there is any). Or... play cards. Or just stare out the window, feeling smug about being *inside* a lovely apartment while the world gets wet. There is no need to bring board games or get involved in anything. I got everything I needed, honestly.
Is parking a nightmare? I hate circling the block a million times, especially when I'm already hangry.
Parking? *Deep sigh*. Okay. Yes, parking can be... challenging. There's usually street parking, but it's a bit like a lottery. Sometimes you win (and you get a spot right in front!). Sometimes you lose (and you spend 20 minutes circling, getting increasingly hangry, and starting to resent everything about the apartment). There is designated parking, but it's underground, it's narrow, and it might not be the solution when my friend started to open the door of a parked car next to his.
The view, the *views*... What are they *really* like morning, noon, and night? Is it the same view as on the pictures?
Okay. Buckle up. This is where the apartment really earns its keep. The view... the *view*... it's not just a view, it's an *experience*. In the morning, the sun streams in, turning everything golden. The sea sparkles. You drink your coffee on the terrace and feel like you've won the lottery. At noon, the water is a million shades of blue, and the heat shimmers off the rooftops. You contemplate not leaving the terrace *ever*. At night... *oh, the nights*. The stars are incredible, and the lights of the town twinkle below. I had a glass of wine every single night. I spent hours staring at the horizon, letting my mind wander, and feeling a sense of peace that I haven't experienced in years. The pictures are good. *They are good*. But they can never quite capture the *feeling*. The feeling of being suspended in beauty. It's the kind of view that makes you want to write poetry (even if you're terrible at it, like me). It’s the *memory* I’ll hang onto. Definitely not the burnt chicken.
Anything else I should know? Any secret tips or hidden drawbacks?
Here's the deal: bring earplugs. The local dogs (and sometimes the neighbors) can be a little vocal. And be prepared to fall in love with Castell d'Aro. Seriously. I went with zero expectations and leftSleep Stop Guide
