Escape to Paradise: Belvilla's Casannona Gelsomino Awaits in Ancona, Italy!
Casannona Gelsomino: My Ancona Adventure or, "When Paradise Met Reality (and It Was Mostly Good!)"
Right, buckle up folks, because I've just emerged from the…well, let’s call it “experience” that is Escape to Paradise: Belvilla's Casannona Gelsomino in Ancona, Italy. And lemme tell ya, it's not all sunshine and pasta.
First off, Accessibility. Now, I'm not in a wheelchair myself, thank heavens, but I did scope things out. They say it's accessible, which is a bit of a red flag, isn't it? Places that are genuinely accessible usually shout about it. Still, I saw an elevator, which is a huge plus, and a vague mention of facilities for disabled guests. I'd definitely call ahead and get the lowdown before booking, though. Don't want any nasty surprises.
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Right, moving swiftly on…
Cleanliness and Safety (this is where the stream-of-consciousness really kicks in!). Okay, look, in the post-pandemic world (which, let's be honest, still feels like the pandemic!), cleanliness is everything. I was relieved to see all the boxes ticked: Daily disinfection in common areas, anti-viral cleaning products, hand sanitizer everywhere. They even had, get this, professional-grade sanitizing services. Sounds promising, right?
But here's a confession. I'm a germaphobe at heart. So, I immediately started wiping down everything with my own travel-sized Clorox wipes. I even checked the room sanitization opt-out available. Talk about paranoid! Still, the rooms were sanitized between stays, which is a good sign. And they offered a safe dining setup, including sanitized kitchen and tableware items. I mean, you'd hope so! The staff was trained in safety protocol, which is reassuring. They also had hot water linen and laundry washing, thankfully. All those things felt like a hug from a stranger which could be a good thing.
Now, onto Dining, Drinking, and Snacking. Ah, food. One of the most important aspects of any vacation. Or, you know, life. There was a restaurant, naturally. But here's the real tea: A la carte in restaurant which is cool, and they had Western cuisine in restaurant. Breakfast, my friends, was a buffet. And the buffet was…well, let's just say it was variable. Some days it was like a culinary masterpiece, featuring a stunning display of fresh pastries, perfectly ripe fruit, and a selection of cheeses that would make a French diplomat weep. Other days? Let's just say the croissants looked suspiciously like they'd been around since the Roman Empire. Breakfast takeaway service? Yes, please! The Coffee/tea in restaurant wasn't bad either, but there was a Coffee shop and the juice was fantastic!
Here's where I got emotional. My first morning, I wandered in, bleary-eyed, and saw this AMAZING spread of…oh wait, I'm getting into "Breakfast" again. Okay, there were also some very questionable sausages. Like, questionable in their origins. And their texture. Let's just leave it at this: I started every morning with a fresh cappuccino and a slightly panicked assessment of the buffet situation. I got over it and was fine. I had to be.
One evening, however, was a revelation. The Asian cuisine in restaurant was…a revelation! I'm not sure what's going on, in Italy, but I feel like they make great food when they go for a different cuisine. Anyway, I'm rambling. So, good food. Also, a bar! And a Poolside bar to make up for a sad breakfast.
Let's talk about those Things to do, ways to relax. I mean, that's the whole point of a "Paradise" escape, right? The Swimming pool [outdoor] looked very inviting. I didn't actually get in the pool, mostly because I'd heard a kid scream and I'd had enough so I made a cup of coffee. But the highlight of the relaxation section? The spa! They boasted a sauna, a steamroom, and a massage.
Spa/Sauna was absolutely amazing. I swear, the combination of the heat and the essential oils erased a week's worth of stress. That was paradise.
The Body scrub was amazing too! And I got a massage! I was ready to sell my soul (maybe not), for another one.
Internet access was great. Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! and it worked! Which is always a bonus. But then there was the Internet [LAN] and I was there for a week and I didn't need a hard-line connection, so it wasn't important.
Services and conveniences are just more stuff. They had a Concierge, a doorman and dry cleaning. I'm not too picky about that stuff. The Air conditioning in public area was good, especially for that bar. Car park [free of charge]. I'm all about the small things that save you money. They had a convenience store, Luggage storage and a terrace. And that's fine.
For the kids they have babysitting service and family/child friendly which is good, but I'm not a child, so, I'm not so sure about the kids facilities.
Available in all rooms they had air conditioning, a coffee/tea maker, and they had slippers. The slippers were great.
Getting around. I rented a car, and that worked. They had those charging stations which is a modern thing.
In conclusion: Casannona Gelsomino is a mixed bag, but ultimately, a worthwhile experience. The spa alone is worth the trip. The food is a bit of a gamble, but the scenery is fantastic. And the rooms? Well, they're a comfortable base from which to explore Ancona and the surrounding area. Just remember to pack your own stash of Clorox wipes… and perhaps a healthy dose of optimism. Rating: 4 out of 5 stars (with a strong recommendation to BYO sausages!).
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Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because planning a trip to the Belvilla by OYO Casannona Gelsomino in Ancona, Italy? Easier said than done, lemme tell ya. Here’s what I think I'm going to do, sprinkled with a healthy dose of “probably going to screw it all up spectacularly” and a side of pure, unadulterated excitement.
The (Mostly) Un-Plan: Ancona, Italy - My Attempt At Gran Partita (or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Over-Packed Suitcase)
Day 1: Arrival of the Clumsy Tourist
- Morning (ish): Fly into Ancona Airport (AOI). Okay, here’s a confession: I’m terrified of flying. Every takeoff, I swear, I’m convinced this hunk of metal is going to plummet to earth in a fiery ball. But Italy! Gotta do it. Praying the flight attendants are cute. That always helps.
- Transportation: Taxi (or, if my Italian is miraculously good, a pre-booked shuttle. Let’s be real, it's gonna be a taxi). The route is supposed to be beautiful. Trying to remember to breathe in the air.
- Inner Monologue: "Don't forget your passport! And your phone charger! And your emergency chocolate stash! Wait, did I pack enough socks? Oh god, I probably forgot my favorite pen…" (This is a constant).
- Afternoon: Arrive at Casannona Gelsomino. Fingers crossed the key works. The listing on Belvilla, shows that there is a pool. Okay, I'm very excited. So is the cat, I think.
- Reality Check: I will probably be exhausted. Travel tends to hit me like a ton of bricks. I'll be battling jet lag and the urge to just curl up in a ball.
- First Impression: Immediately scout the views. I will be judging. HARD. What do you even look for in an apartment?
- Evening: Unpack (if I have the energy). Then, a very important ritual: Find the nearest pizzeria. I'm already dreaming of authentic Italian pizza. And gelato. Lots and lots of gelato. Praying that, despite the map reading issues, I can find something.
- Potential Disaster: I get lost. Hilariously, miserably lost. End up eating a bag of chips in a park because I can't figure out the Italian for "where is the pizza?"
Day 2: Sun, Sea, and (Potentially) Sunburn
- Morning: Explore Ancona! Basilica di San Ciriaco is on the list. Apparently, beautiful. I’m not a religious person, but I appreciate a good view and some historical architecture.
- Thought Bubble: “Okay, don't be that tourist. You know, the one who whips out their camera every two seconds and blocks the sidewalk. But… must… take… photos…”
- Afternoon: BEACH TIME! The Conero Riviera is calling my name. Specifically, Mezzavalle beach. I need sun, I need sand, and I need the ocean. I'm very pale so this will be a challenge.
- Beach Prep: Sunscreen (lots of it!), a hat, and a book. Maybe a little too much bravado and planning. I'm not a beach person usually.
- Emotional Reaction: Pure bliss. The sound of the waves, the warmth of the sun… (until I accidentally start turning into a lobster. Let’s hope for the best!)
- Evening: Dinner at a local Trattoria. Trying seafood. Not sure if I like seafood or not but trying. Maybe a nice bottle of local wine. Then, if I'm not slumped in a chair from a food coma, I will attempt to walk around the port. Even if I'm completely shattered, the lights should be nice.
Day 3: Adventures in the Marche Region (and Maybe a Breakdown)
- Morning: Day trip! Possibly to Sirolo or Numana, two adorable coastal villages. I'm thinking about renting a car. This has the potential to go horribly wrong. I'm sure I have a driver's license but will I remember how to actually drive a car?
- Fear Factor: Terrified of driving on the "wrong" side of the road. Also, Italian drivers. I've heard stories.
- Alternative Plan: Public transport. Much safer. Less exciting. But safer.
- Afternoon: Explore the villages. Wander. Maybe visit a castle? Soak in the atmosphere. Buy something ridiculously expensive and useless.
- The Moment of Truth: Lunch. Finding a restaurant away from the tourist hotspots. Experiencing authentic Italian food. Getting a real feel of the place.
- Emotional Reaction: Joy. Gratitude. A deep appreciation for the simple things in life. (Until I get hangry. Again.)
- Evening: Back to the apartment. Reliving the day. Maybe having a simple dinner, maybe with a very large glass of wine.
Day 4: The Soul of Ancona (and More Food)
- Morning: Explore The Mole Vanvitelliana, a pentagonal building which sticks out into the port.
- Inner Monologue: This should be pretty cool. I hope it's not boring. I hope this place is okay.
- Afternoon: This is going to be more random, less structured. I'm thinking of just walking, getting some gelato, and doing whatever.
- The Heart Of It All: Being in the moment.
- Evening: Farewell dinner! I'm feeling slightly wistful this time, and this is going to be a special meal. I will choose something I know I will love. And have something wonderful to drink to celebrate the trip.
Day 5: Ciao Italia! (and the inevitable airport panic)
- Morning: Last-minute souvenir shopping (because I always leave it until the last minute). Pack (again!). Triple-check everything.
- Inner Monologue: Did I buy enough presents? Do I have enough clean underwear? Did I leave the iron on?!
- Afternoon: Head to Ancona Airport. Pray to the travel gods for a smooth journey.
- Realism check: I'll probably be late. I'll definitely have forgotten something. And I'll be sad to leave.
- Evening: Fly home. Begin planning my next Italian adventure. Because really, who can resist?
The Un-Plan's Un-Expected Revelations:
- Imperfections: I will probably get lost. I will probably embarrass myself with my terrible Italian. I will definitely overpack.
- Quirks: I’ll probably take a gazillion photos of random things, from street cats to the way the sunlight hits the buildings.
- Emotional Rollercoaster: I'll be ecstatic, exhausted, overwhelmed, and ultimately, grateful. Italy has a way of doing that to you. It's messy, imperfect, but utterly wonderful.
- The Real Goal: To experience, to breathe, to laugh, to love (the food, at least). And to come home with a story (or several).
Well, there you have it. The most realistic, and probably most chaotic, travel plan for Ancona you'll find. Wish me luck. I'm going to need it!
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Casannona Gelsomino in Ancona - You Got Questions? I Got... Well, *Answers.* Kinda. (Belvilla Version)
Question: Is this place actually paradise? Like, *real* paradise?
Answer: Paradise? Okay, hold on… I’m not gonna lie, I went in *expecting* rolling vineyards and angels playing harps. What I *got* was… well, it was *damn* close. You know how they say a place is 'picturesque?' This place *is* the picture. Waking up to that view, with the sea shimmering in the morning light… Yeah, paradise-adjacent. But, let’s be real, I did find a rogue ant in my pasta salad one day, so perfection is a distant dream. Still, 9.5/10 on the paradise scale, easily. The neighbors are lovely, and the dogs that visit are friendly.
Question: What's the *real* deal with the location? Is it easy to get around?
Answer: Okay, so the location is… amazing. Seriously. Ancona itself is a bit of a hidden gem, and Casannona Gelsomino is like, right there, *watching* the gem sparkle. Getting there? Well, you're going to want a car. Seriously. Public transport is… let’s just say, embrace the freedom of four wheels. Parking at the house is a breeze, thank heavens. Driving around Ancona is… an experience. Italians are, shall we say, *spirited* drivers. But the payoff? The views! The hidden beaches! The endless gelato stops! Totally worth it. And yes, the roads are winding and a bit bumpy, but that's part of the charm, right? *Right?!* I actually got a little lost the first day, panicked, and then found the most amazing little trattoria hidden away. Honestly, the little detours are the best part. Don't forget the GPS or Google Maps, they are essential!
Question: What's the house *actually* like? Does it look like the pictures?
Answer: Okay, here's the truth. Yes, the pictures are gorgeous. Yes, the house *is* gorgeous. BUT… it's also a *house*. Meaning, things might not be surgically perfect. You know, a little charm, character, maybe a slightly wonky door. The kitchen was well-equipped, though, so I was able to cook some delicious meals. The living room felt cozy, the bedrooms are nice. And the views! Seriously, I've already said it a million times, but the views are *everything*. The patio is fantastic for evening drinks, AND I got a truly epic sunburn. Don't be me; pack sunscreen. Be realistic, you are not getting a hotel, but you are getting something even more unique and interesting. I would say there is a nice amount of space. Don't forget to check the internet speed! Some people go to Italy to disconnect, but some still need to work, you know."/>
Question: Are there any hidden downsides I should know about?
Answer: Let's be honest, nothing is perfect. The downsides? Well, the nearest supermarket isn't exactly next door (car needed!). And the internet… let’s just say it's sometimes in the 'Mediterranean time' zone. I actually yelled at the router at one point. Pack some patience. Mosquitoes can be a bit annoying in the evening, so bring bug spray! I got bitten like crazy one night while trying to read on the patio. Also, if you're a light sleeper, bring earplugs. Those Italian cicadas are *loud*, people! I also wish there had been more air conditioning, as it got hot at night. Really needed a bit more AC in the bedrooms. But honestly, these are minor inconveniences. Even with the downsides, I still loved the place. And, I'm a bit ashamed to say it, but I was actually pretty sad to leave!"/>
