Escape to the Alps! Stunning Holiday House in Reith im Alpbachtal w/ Garden
Escape to the Alps! A Review That's More Rambling Than a Mountain Goat
Okay, buckle up buttercups. I've just emerged from a glorious, possibly slightly tipsy, week at the Escape to the Alps! Stunning Holiday House in Reith im Alpbachtal w/ Garden. And let me tell you, this place… well, it's a place, alright. Not perfect. Not without its quirks. But definitely memorable. So, here's the lowdown, unfiltered, with all the wobbly bits and occasional tangents you deserve:
First Impressions (and a Slight Panic Attack About the Stairs)
Finding the place was easy enough – the car park [free of charge] was indeed free, which is always a win in Austria, and the directions were clear. Then came the stairs. Oh, the stairs. Now, the website had mentioned a garden, and I'm all for connecting with nature. But the Garden was apparently accessed via a spiral staircase that felt like it was designed by Escher. I'm not a fan of heights, and the exterior corridor leading to the room… well, let's just say I clutched my luggage storage (my overstuffed backpack) like a lifeline. I think I saw a tiny bit of my soul leave my body during the ascent.
Accessibility: So, not the best for folks with mobility issues. While the elevator exists, and there might be Facilities for disabled guests somewhere, I didn't see much evidence of them right off the bat. Wheelchair accessible? I'd check very carefully before booking if this is a priority. That garden is going to be a no-go.
The Room: My Cozy Alpine Prison (in a Good Way)
Once I finally conquered the stair-beast, the room itself was lovely. Seriously. The non-smoking rooms are a huge plus for us sensitive types. The air conditioning was a lifesaver – I'm pretty sure I spent a solid hour just basking in its glory after my stair-climbing marathon. The window that opens was a delight, letting in the crisp mountain air. And the blackout curtains? Perfect for obliterating the morning sun and ensuring I never saw anything before 9 am. Winning!
Available in all rooms were all the basics, and Internet access – wireless worked a treat. The free Wi-Fi was a godsend. Coffee/tea maker? Check. Refrigerator? Yes, please! Hair dryer? Essential after a long soak in the bathtub. And I really appreciated the slippers – they felt like a hug for my tired feet. I did find the scale in the bathroom slightly judgmental, but I quickly hid it in the closet. I was also happy to have a desk to work on the stuff I had to do (not very happy though).
Okay, let's get specific:
- The Mattress: The extra long bed. Not a bad thing, even if a bit too firm for my liking. It made it feel like I was being cradled by a granite.
- The Lighting: Reading light was surprisingly good. I read for hours and lost myself in a book I probably shouldn't be reading (something really juicy, shhh).
- The Noise: Mostly soundproofing, thank heavens. Though, the occasional yodeling from the neighboring window made me wonder if I'd stumbled into a Sound of Music-themed nightmare.
- The Bathroom: Private bathroom was pretty standard, the shower was fine and towels were plentiful. I was also happy to have a mirror and toiletries. I was less happy about the lack of a decent size space to put my stuff, and I ended up sitting on the toilet to shave (don't judge me!).
Dining, Drinking, and the Eternal Quest for a Decent Schnitzel
Escape to the Alps has a restaurant and coffee shop, but I spent most of my time trying to escape that dining room. A lot of the options were A la carte in restaurant. It was Western cuisine in restaurant, so it was all about trying and failing to get my fill of schnitzel. I had dinner there once, but it left be pretty wanting. I didn't try the vegetarian restaurant, though. I'm not sure if it exists.
- The Bar: The bar was okay, if a little sterile. The happy hour was a lifesaver. And the bottle of water provided in the room was a nice touch.
- Breakfast: Breakfast [buffet] was… meh. A bit the Asian breakfast. I'm not going to lie, the coffee kept me going. I did ask for Breakfast in room, which was a better experience for the low price.
- Other dining options: I didn't see a Poolside bar. I did take advantage of the Snack bar a few times. I don't have much to say about the Desserts in restaurant.
Relaxation and the Pursuit of Bliss (or at Least, a Nice Massage)
This is where Escape to the Alps really shines. Prepare to be pampered!
- The Spa: Spa/sauna was a big hit! Sauna and steamroom were top-notch. The massage I got was pure heaven. They also offer Body scrub and Body wrap - I didn't try them, but I might have if I didn't spend all day in the jacuzzi.
- The Pool: Swimming pool [outdoor] was gorgeous, Pool with view. I spent hours there. The fitness center was nice, and I took advantage of it a few times. I didn't try the gym/fitness. I just wanted to swim.
- Other Relaxing Options: I didn't try the Foot bath.
Cleanliness, Safety, and the Slightly Overzealous Sanitization Crew
Escape to the Alps takes hygiene seriously. Which is fantastic, obviously. They were Daily disinfection in common areas. Anti-viral cleaning products. The Staff trained in safety protocol. They had Hand sanitizer everywhere.
The only thing I'd say is, sometimes it felt a little excessive. I think I saw a cleaner in my room twice in one day, just to make sure it was spotless. I opted-out of Room sanitization opt-out available, but still, it was like living in a germ-free, slightly clinical, bubble. They had Hygiene certification, Rooms sanitized between stays, Sterilizing equipment. I'm all for cleanliness, don't get me wrong. But maybe ease up a little?
Services and Conveniences: The Good, the Bad, and the Questionable
- Helpful things: The 24-hour Front desk [24-hour] was great. The Daily housekeeping was efficient. The concierge. Room service [24-hour] was a godsend for those late-night snack attacks. The Safety deposit boxes gave me a piece of mind.
- Maybe less helpful things: The dry cleaning was expensive. The luggage storage was helpful, but it reminded me again of the stairs. I was a bit disappointed that there was no smoking area.
- The gift shop: the gift/souvenir shop. I don't know, just didn't quite do it for me.
Things to Do (Beyond Conquering the Stairs)
- Nature: The surrounding area is stunningly beautiful. Mountain views, hiking trails, you name it. The Terrace was perfect for a morning coffee and basking in the glory that is the Alm-Alps. It really is a perfect Proposal spot.
- Exploring: There's a lot nearby. But I just wanted a break, so I kept to myself.
For the Kids
I didn't have a babysitting service or a Kids meal. I didn't notice much in the way of Family/child friendly anything. I don't have kids.
Getting Around
- Car park [free of charge] was a huge win. Bicycle parking, but I didn't see many bikes. Airport transfer sounded nice, but I didn't need it. The Taxi service was alright.
Final Verdict: Worth the Trip (But Pack Your Stair-Climbing Skills)
Escape to the Alps is a solid choice. It's not perfect – the stair situation is a genuine issue, the dining is not amazing. Overall? It's a lovely place, with a beautiful location, and I'd definitely go back… as long as they promise me a bigger, better, less-terrifying staircase. I give it a solid 4 out of 5 stars, leaning towards 5 if they can sort out those stairs! Just be prepared to embrace the quirks, the occasional wobble, and the fact that you might just spend your entire stay trying to perfect the art of the "Alpine Shuffle."
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Alright, buckle up buttercup, because this isn't your average, meticulously planned travel guide. This is my brain spilling onto the page about a week in a holiday house in Reith im Alpbachtal, Austria. Prepare for glorious mess!
Pre-Trip Butterflies and Pre-emptive Gripes (aka The Chaos Begins):
Okay, so Austria. I've seen the pictures. Rolling hills, adorable chalets, cows with bells. Sounds idyllic, right? Well, I'm simultaneously excited and terrified. The packing alone is a nightmare. How many layers is enough layers? And am I forgetting something crucial, like, say, my passport? (I swear, I checked… twice… maybe three times). I'm already picturing myself, freezing and miserable, stuck in a blizzard because I only packed tank tops. My inner monologue is basically a panicked yodel.
Day 1: Arrival – Mountains! And Mild Panic.
- Morning: The flight was… well, let's just say I’m pretty sure I saw my own reflection in the overhead compartment at one point. And the kids… Oh sweet merciful heavens, the kids. They spent the entire flight alternating between "Are we there yet?" and "I need a snack!" Luckily, I had fortified myself with enough emergency chocolate to make me think of the entire flight with smiles.
- Afternoon: Landed in Innsbruck! The airport was surprisingly charming, not like the sterile purgatories I’m used to. The drive to Reith im Alpbachtal was… breathtaking. Seriously. Those mountains. They just tower. I felt a lump in my throat with the sheer scale of it all. Finding the holiday house was a minor adventure. The GPS, as always, decided to take us on a scenic route through a farmer's field. Eventually, we arrived! And it was… lovely. Rustic, charming, with a garden that looks like it's straight out of a fairytale. The views from the windows are incredible. I immediately started making mental notes about how I will eventually paint this view.
- Evening: Unpacked (mostly). Immediately spilled red wine on the pristine white tablecloth, because, of course, I did. First impressions went on the trash with the table cloth. Dinner was a haphazard affair of sausages I found in the town (somehow managed to get the local butcher to understand my very limited German). Bedtime, and collapsed. The air is crisp and the silence… it's almost overwhelming. I miss the relentless hum of the city. Maybe I don't. (I feel hopeful)
Day 2: Hiking Hysteria and Alpine Anxiety
- Morning: Decided to be ambitious and go for a hike. This was a mistake. The “easy trail” was, in actuality, a vertical climb that left me panting like a constipated walrus. The kids, of course, bounded ahead like mountain goats, leaving me struggling to keep up. I nearly tripped over a rogue pinecone and may have let out a few choice words. The views from the top were, again, spectacular. Honestly, the Alps are showing off.
- Afternoon: Reward for hike: Apple strudel at a little café. The strudel was a religious experience. Flaky pastry, warm apples, a hint of cinnamon. Pure. Delicious. Heaven. Maybe the hike was worth it after all. Did I mention I also had a schnapps, or two? Let's just say the descent was… more jovial.
- Evening: Attempted to cook dinner, failed spectacularly. The kitchen in the holiday house seems to have been designed purely for aesthetics. Somehow, I managed to burn the bottom of the saucepan, set off the smoke alarm (again), and almost set the entire house ablaze trying to make pasta. We ended up ordering pizza. The pizza was wonderful. It was a good reminder to quit.
Day 3: Cows, Chocolate, and Culinary Calamity (Round Two)
- Morning: Decided to embrace the "local experience." We visited a dairy farm. I got way too close to a cow, who gave me the stink eye. The smell was… potent. Bought fresh milk, which promptly spilled all over the car.
- Afternoon: Chocolate factory! I now understand the meaning of “chocolate coma”. I tasted everything, bought everything, and almost licked the counter. My inner child was in pure, unadulterated bliss.
- Evening: Determined to redeem myself in the kitchen. Attempted to make a traditional Austrian dish I found on the internet. The recipe was in German, naturally. I butchered the translation, adding a whole lot of things that don't seem to have been in the plan. The end result? Let's just say the garbage disposal got a serious workout. Ended up ordering pizza (again). I am not proud.
Day 4: Spa Day (and Mild Meltdown)
- Morning: The kids went for a swim at the outdoor pool. I tried to relax, by myself, but got nagged to go in. I went. It as lovely.
- Afternoon: Spa day! Or, at least, the attempt of a spa day. Booked a massage. It was supposed to be relaxing. It wasn’t. The masseuse, bless her heart, spoke zero English. She kept saying things I didn’t understand. I think she kept asking me about my health. I just kept smiling and nodding, praying she wouldn’t find any hidden ailments.
- Evening: Got back to our holiday house. I watched the view and made myself dinner. I made a salad (I still don't know). It was fine. I can't remember what I even eat. Went to bed.
Day 5: The Great Alpbachtal Adventure! (and Lost Socks)
- Morning: Decided to fully embrace the tourist. Visited some church, I was bored.
- Afternoon: Got myself in front of an amazing glacier.
- Evening: Went to bed early
Day 6: The Day I Actually Relaxed (Seriously!)
- Morning: Sat on the porch with a cup of coffee, and the view. Did nothing. Pure bliss. I swear, I just got to sit and think.
- Afternoon: Reading.
- Evening: Quiet.
Day 7: Farewell, Austria! (and a Secret Wish to Stay)
- Morning: Packed (mostly). The house feels emptier now.
- Afternoon: Drive to the airport. Goodbye to mountains.
- Evening: Home.
The Aftermath (Or, What I Learned):
Austria is… different. Beautiful, challenging, and occasionally a little bit terrifying. I learned that my German is appalling, my cooking skills are worse, and that mountains can make you feel both insignificant and incredibly alive. I also learned to embrace the chaos. And to pack more tank tops (and less sausage). Would I go back? Absolutely. Will I avoid cooking? Absolutely. Will I find the perfect recipe for a holiday? Absolutely not, but I'll keep trying.
And hey, maybe next time I’ll actually remember my socks!
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Escape to the Alps: Reith im Alpbachtal Holiday House - Your Questions Answered... (and my personal take on it all!)
Okay, so *where* exactly is this "Escape to the Alps" place? And is it ACTUALLY in the Alps? (Because, let's be honest, sometimes those descriptions are... optimistic.)
Alright, deep breaths. Yes, it *is* actually in the Alps. Legit. Specifically, it’s in Reith im Alpbachtal, which is this ridiculously charming little village in the Tyrol region of Austria. Think postcard-perfect scenery. Think cows with bells, the whole shebang. Finding it? Well, that's the first test. I got a bit lost at first - GPS went wonky on me (classic!), but eventually, I made it. Tip: Download the offline maps. Trust me on this.
The garden... the pictures look amazing. Is it really as good as it seems? Because Instagram lies, you know…
The garden… Okay, *that* is the truth on the internet. Seriously. Breathtaking doesn't even cover it. I spent a solid hour the first day just wandering around, mouth agape. There's this little stream running through it – the sound of the water is unbelievably relaxing. And the flowers! Every color imaginable. My only complaint? The *real* problem? You almost feel *obligated* to spend all your time there. My trip got immediately slowed down! You expect to be out doing stuff but you're just there, drinking coffee, staring into the scenery with the sun warming your face. Not terrible, but a bit of a problem to actually explore.
Let’s talk amenities. Is there Wi-Fi? (Because… modern life, right?) And what about the kitchen? Is it actually *usable*?
WiFi? Yes! Thank goodness. It’s… decent. Not blazing fast, but good enough for streaming your guilty pleasure shows in the evening and checking emails (which, let's be honest, I did more than I should have). The kitchen? Ah, the kitchen! Honestly, it's proper. Fully equipped with everything you need – proper oven, dishwasher (essential!), and plenty of pots and pans. I actually cooked a *real* meal there, which is a feat. My cooking usually looks like an explosion in a supermarket. The only down side, the coffee maker was a bit of an old-style one. I prefer my Nespresso machine, so it took some getting used to.
What's the deal with the bedrooms? How many are there and how's the space?
Bedrooms! I should be honest here, the bedrooms are...comfortable! They're clean and well-maintained, and there are enough for 6 people! The beds are comfy, thank god. There's so much space to relax in. I especially appreciated the sunlight in the morning, shining through the windows.
Can you actually *do* stuff from there? Or is it just… a pretty place to sit?
Okay, here’s the thing. I’m a person who likes to *do*. Hiking, exploring, the whole shebang. And yes, you *can* do stuff. Reith im Alpbachtal is a great base. Hiking trails are literally on the doorstep. There's a cable car nearby (for a slightly less strenuous hiking experience), and you can easily drive to other towns and attractions. I did a day trip to Innsbruck – totally worth it for the Golden Roof alone! But… and this is a big "but"… the house and the garden are so ridiculously lovely that I struggled to leave. So, yes, you *can* do things. But you might not *want* to. It’s a real internal conflict, I'm not going to lie. One morning I was all geared up for a hike, and then I looked at the garden, poured another coffee, and just… gave in. No regrets (well, maybe a few).
What's the closest grocery store? (Because, let's face it, you can't live on mountain air alone.)
Food! Essential. There's a small supermarket in Reith, which is handy. But for a bigger selection and, let's be honest, *better* quality, you'll want to head to one of the larger towns nearby. I went to Brixlegg a couple of times – a decent selection and some lovely local produce. Pro tip: stock up on cheese and bread. Austrian cheese is… well, let's just say it's a major reason to visit. You do have to drive a bit, but it is worth it.
Was it *actually* relaxing? Because sometimes "relaxing" is just a marketing buzzword.
Relaxing? Oh. My. Goodness. Yes. Bone-achingly, soul-soothingly relaxing. I arrived a stressed-out mess. Left feeling like a new person. Seriously. The fresh air, the quiet, the stunning views… it’s a recipe for pure bliss. One afternoon, I just sat in a deckchair in the garden with a book and a glass of wine (or two…). Pure contentment. I haven't felt that relaxed in years. I actually forgot what time it was, let the sun beat down, and went completely into the moment – bliss! I’ll probably be chasing that feeling for months to come. The only thing that ruined that experience was a fly but hey I'm not gonna blame the place for that.
Any downsides? (Because nothing is perfect.)
Okay, confession time. The WiFi, as I mentioned, wasn’t the speed of light. And yes, the coffee maker could be upgraded. There was some noise (the cows!), but hey! That’s the whole charm of the region. Not exactly downsides though. The only real downside? That eventually, you have to leave. And that, my friends, is a truly heartbreaking experience. I wanted to stay. Forever! The property is the kind which I wish I owned.
