Escape to Paradise: Luxurious Chalet & Gypsy Caravan in Peaceful Houffalize!
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because we're about to dive headfirst into a hotel review so raw, so real, it'll make you feel like you're right there with me, battling the mini-bar and the siren song of the pool. Let's call this one… "The Hotel That Nearly Broke My Spirit (But Then Gave Me Free Wi-Fi)." I'm just being dramatic, but you know… hotels.
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The Grind BEGINS! (aka, the review)
Right, on to it. I'm talking about the hotel… well, a hotel. Let's just call it "[Hotel Name]". I'm not trying to blow up my entire online reputation.
Accessibility: The Good, The Bad, and The "Almost Got It"
Okay, listen. My first impression? The ramp situation was… hopeful. Wheelchair accessible? Technically, yes. But the ramp was steeper than my expectations for my bank balance at the end of this trip. I made it, but I was huffing and puffing like a walrus after a particularly aggressive plank. Honestly a good leg workout though. The elevator was a lifesaver, and the facilities for disabled guests seemed to be there in theory. I didn't inspect the rooms too closely, you know? My brain was still attempting to process the ramp. Now, the good news: the exterior corridor was wide enough to not feel like you're navigating a maze. That counts for something!
On-site accessible restaurants / lounges: This is where it got a little fuzzy. I'll be straight with you, the restaurant access looked okay, but the tables were packed in so tightly, I'm not sure a large scooter could've navigated it without knocking over a few unfortunate cocktails. I didn't even try.
On-site stuff: Did I feel like a VIP or a Victim?
Internet access (I'M HERE FOR YOU, INTERNET!): FINALLY, something that really mattered. Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!! Yes, I'm shouting. It was solid, consistently fast, and that's what I needed, man. I mean, I need to upload my Insta-stories, or how else will people think I'm living the dream? So, yeah, Wi-Fi, big win. Internet [LAN]: I didn't even look for a LAN port. Seriously, in this day and age? Wi-Fi is KING. Internet services: Fine, I assume. Didn't use any beyond the standard.
Things to Do & Ways to Relax : Did I achieve Zen?
Fitness center: I glanced at the Fitness center. It looked…adequate. I went back to my room to eat a whole bag of chips instead. Priorities. Pool with view: Now we're talking. The pool had a pretty decent view. People were actually swimming! I just sat by it, watching the world go by, and considered, briefly, the meaning of life. Then I ordered another drink. Spa, Spa/sauna, Steamroom: I managed to hit the Spa. The Body scrub was actually awesome. The Massage? Brilliant! They have this lovely little Pool with view where you can chill. I was in heaven. It was all amazing. It made me question every life choice that had lead me to that point. That's what I call winning. Sauna, Steamroom: Okay. I am not a sauna person. I am allergic to sweltering heat. But the steams room… well, I had a go. And I will give it this: It was steamy. And I emerged feeling… well, still me. But maybe a bit cleaner. Swimming pool, Swimming pool [outdoor]: See above. The Pool was great.
Cleanliness and Safety: COVID-19 and the Quest for Sanity
Let's be honest, I was a bit freaked out before going. But… Anti-viral cleaning products: Nice to know. Cleanliness and safety: Honestly, top marks. Hand sanitizer stations were everywhere. Daily disinfection in common areas: I saw people doing it. Hand sanitizer: Yes. The whole hotel was practically swimming in the stuff. Hot water linen and laundry washing: Good. Hygiene certification: Probably. Individually-wrapped food options: Yes! Physical distancing of at least 1 meter: Attempts were made. Professional-grade sanitizing services: Yep. Room sanitization opt-out available: I didn't opt out, don't judge me! Safe dining setup: Fairly good. Sanitized kitchen and tableware items: Seemed to be. Staff trained in safety protocol: They were definitely trying! Sterilizing equipment: The sort of thing that makes you feel better.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: Food, Glorious Food (and Drink!)
Right, let’s get this straight. I LIKE food. And I like good food. A la carte in restaurant: Yes! And delicious. Alternative meal arrangement: I didn't need one, but I saw the staff being very accommodating. Asian cuisine in restaurant: A good range. I enjoyed it. Bar, Poolside bar : The Bar was great and the Poolside bar, even better. Breakfast [buffet], Breakfast service, Buffet in restaurant: The buffet was pretty darn good, but not the best I've ever had. But the Breakfast service was on point. Happy hour: Yesssss! A must. International cuisine in restaurant, Western cuisine in restaurant: A vast selection! Coffee/tea in restaurant, Coffee shop: Standard coffee and tea. Nothing earth shattering. Desserts in restaurant, Salad in restaurant, Soup in restaurant : I went to town!
Services and Conveniences: The Perks and The Frivolous
Air conditioning in public area, Air conditioning: Thank God, the AC worked. I hate being hot. Cash withdrawal: Yes! Concierge: Helpful and friendly. Contactless check-in/out: Smooth as silk. Elevator: Essential. Facilities for disabled guests: See above. Ironing service, Laundry service: Didn't use either. I'm on holiday, people! Luggage storage: Standard. Safety deposit boxes: Thank goodness. Smoking area: Yes. Terrace: Nice to have. Xerox/fax in business center: I. Don't. Even.
For the kids: (I don’t have kids, but I saw…)
Family-friendly? Check. Kids facilities? Also check. Babysitting? Available, I didn't need it, so don't ask.
Access & Security: Are you safe?
CCTV in common areas, CCTV outside property, Security [24-hour]: You’re well watched.
Available in all rooms: The Nitty Gritty
Air conditioning: Praise the lord. Alarm clock: Meh. Bathrobes, Slippers: Nice touch! Bathroom phone: Didn't use it. Bathtub: Yep. Blackout curtains: Crucial for a good night's sleep. Coffee/tea maker, Complimentary tea: Yes and yes. Free bottled water: Yay! Especially after the gym. Hair dryer: Essential. Mini bar: Tempting… very tempting. Satellite/cable channels, On-demand movies: Lots of stuff, if you're into that. Private bathroom, Shower, Separate shower/bathtub: Yes, yes, yes. Soundproofing, Soundproof rooms: Pretty good. Telephone: It worked. Wi-Fi [free]: THANK YOU!
Okay, the Big Picture, the Takeaway:
Would I stay again? Honestly? Yeah, probably. The free Wi-Fi alone almost seals the deal. The Spa was AMAZING. The service was good. The ramp could be better (but the view made up for it). It wasn't perfect, but it was good.
Final Verdict: 4 out of 5 stars. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to find a happy hour. Cheers!
Escape to Paradise: Veluwe Bungalow with Stunning Garden!
Houffalize Hustle & Heartbreak (Mostly Heart!) - A Messy Belgian Adventure
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your perfectly curated Instagram travel diary. This is the REAL deal, the Houffalize experience, warts and all, fueled by Belgian waffles and a healthy dose of "what-the-hell-are-we-doing?"
Pre-Adventure Anxiety & Airport Shenanigans (Day -1 to Day 0):
- The Panic Set In: Okay, so packing. I left it until the last MINUTE, naturally. My suitcase resembled a clothing graveyard. Mountains of "just in case" sweaters, a single dress that maybe fits, and enough socks to clothe a small army.
- The Flight From Hell (or at least, from Heathrow): Let's just say my "window seat" was more like a "middle seat with a screaming toddler soundtrack." I spent the entire flight trying to decipher the mile-long list of snacks the airline was providing. I'm still not sure what a "Biscoff" is, but I somehow managed to eat two. The toddler, bless his heart, seemed to think my leg was a plaything.
- Arrival & The Rental Car Fiasco: We finally land, triumphant! Then comes the rental car. Imagine stressed out me, armed with a questionable sense of direction, navigating a tiny Belgian road in a car that seemed to have a mind of its own. Let's just say the GPS and I had a very heated discussion about the definition of "straight."
Chalet Charm & Caravan Chaos - Days 1-3: The "Settling In" Phase (Or Attempt Thereof)
- The Chalet Dream: So, we're finally in Houffalize! The chalet is… well, it's charming. Think rustic, cozy, and slightly… leaning. Apparently, the foundations are from the Stone Age, so that explains the slant. But the view? Oh, the view! Rolling green hills, a babbling brook, and an almost-perfect silence. I could get used to this. I could definitely forget the toddler and the flight!
- Unpacking & Realizations: Unpacking is never easy, and I'm not the exception. The wardrobe is stuffed with clothes I don't want to wear. Finding a place to park the bags is a nightmare. And I seem to have lost the charger for my phone. I have a deep feeling that this trip is going to get wild.
- Caravan Capers (and a Near-Meltdown): The gypsy caravan? Well, that was the plan. The reality? More "charming" but with a side of "tiny" and "slightly leaky during a sudden downpour." Picture this: me, hunched over a ridiculously small wood-burning stove, desperately trying to light a fire while simultaneously swatting away an overzealous mosquito and trying to figure out how to make coffee. The first two attempts went up in smoke, literally. The third one, I think, finally produced something resembling a hot beverage, but I'm not sure. Coffee is usually a luxury that I can't afford when traveling. The whole thing was a massive failure.
- Nature's Embrace (and a Near-Death Experience with Wild Berries): We attempted the "romantic forest walk." I say attempted because I spent most of the time battling thorny bushes and worrying about getting lost. Also, my inner child won out, and I got a bit carried away with eating berries I thought were edible. Turns out, they weren't (or maybe just a little too many of them). Let's just say I spent the next hour convinced I was going to spend the rest of my life lying under a tree, watching the clouds - or maybe, the sky was spinning a bit.
- The Unexpected Kindness of Strangers: After my berry debacle, a lovely old woman, who (somehow!) spoke a smattering of English, rescued me with a steaming pot of herbal tea. It turns out, she's something of a local legend when it comes to knowing the forests. She also knew ALL the gossip. That day I learned more about the history of Houffalize than I had even expected!
Day 4-6: Embracing the Belgian Life (and the Beer!)
- Houffalize Town Exploration: We decided to venture into the town of Houffalize. It's a quaint little place, with cobblestone streets, and cute houses that feel a bit like a movie set. I love it! I feel that I can do this little adventure without planning anything.
- The Art of the Belgian Fry (and Mustard!): Okay, let's talk food. Belgian fries are everything they're cracked up to be. Crisp on the outside, fluffy on the inside, and served with a generous dollop of… mayonnaise. That's the thing tho', you can't just have a regular mayo. You need a specialized flavor. This time I went for the Mustard one, and it was just amazing! This may be the only ingredient I'm going to miss when I go back home!
- Beer, Beer, Glorious Beer: Belgium and beer. A match made in heaven. I'm not usually a beer person, BUT the local brews in Houffalize are exceptional. I tried everything! It was a very dangerous challenge! And it didn't help that with every sip, I kept getting more and more comfortable.
- River Adventure & Existential Dread: We decided to get adventurous and go canoeing on the Ourthe River. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Beautiful scenery, fresh air, all that jazz. The reality was slightly different. There were currents, there were rocks, and there was a moment where I definitely thought I was going to capsize and end up as fish food. The existential dread really kicked in when I realized I'd left my phone in the chalet.
- The Unexpected Melody: Found an abandoned church. It feels like the perfect place to start playing the piano and start a new life. I still think about it when I'm not able to relax.
Day 7-8: Winding Down (or, Attempting to)
- Souvenir Hunt & Second Thoughts: I always struggle with souvenirs. Do I need a gnome? A cheesy t-shirt? Thankfully, I decided to go with something unique. I found a woman selling handmade scarves woven from local wool. I also bought a bottle of local gin. I think I made the right choice!
- The "Goodbye" Meltdown: The final night. Sunset over the hills. A glass of the local gin (finally!), and a quiet moment of reflection. I start to understand why I like this place. And that's where the tears started to flow, the good kind. The kind that says, "I don't want this to end." The one that tells you that you need a vacation from your vacation.
- Departure Day Drama: The car rental folks. The GPS acting up again. The last-minute scramble for missing bags. Then again, I had to go through a similar situation in the airport. Leaving Belgium was a real hassle. But hey! What's a trip without a little chaos at the end?
Final Verdict:
Houffalize, you beautiful, messy, slightly chaotic place! You stole my heart, gave me a few grey hairs, and reminded me that sometimes, the best adventures are the ones that go completely off the rails. I'll be back, and next time, I'm bringing a bigger bag for all the Belgian chocolate.
Escape to Paradise: Your Dream Marche-en-Famenne Holiday Home Awaits!
So, what *is* the deal with… *stuff*? Like, what's the point, even? Seriously.
Ugh, don't even get me STARTED. Okay, so… the "deal." Well, that depends ENTIRELY on what "stuff" we're even talking about, right? Are we talking about the mountain of laundry threatening to engulf my entire bedroom? Because, if so, the "point" is clearly to punish me for existing. Or, more realistically (but less dramatically), it’s about having clean socks, even though *getting* to that part feels like climbing Everest in a tutu. I *hate* folding laundry. It's a soul-sucking vortex. Seriously, I once spent a solid hour trying to fold a fitted sheet. A FITTED SHEET! Ended up just shoving it in the drawer, muttering about "shape denial" and "the tyranny of elastic." The point, I guess, is… survival? Clean clothes = (usually) less social awkwardness. And let’s be honest, the laundry mountain *does* make me feel like I’m starring in my own personal episode of "Hoarders." Not a good look.
Okay, okay, laundry is a valid complaint. But what if we're talking about… *relationships*? Because, yikes.
Relationships… *deep breath*. Alright, so… It’s like this: You meet someone. They seem… *not terrible*. Maybe even… *slightly interesting*. And then, BAM! You’re suddenly navigating the treacherous waters of… *feelings*. It’s exhausting! The constant worry of, "Did I say the wrong thing? Did I text back too quickly? Do they secretly hate my taste in music?" I swear, my brain is constantly running some kind of relationship-anxiety marathon. And let’s not forget the expectations! Society expects you to… what? Be charming? Be supportive? Be a good listener? I can barely remember to feed myself some days! Ugh. My last… "situation," let's call it, ended because I apparently talked *too much* about my sourdough starter. Apparently, not everyone finds the nuances of gluten fermentation as fascinating as I do. Go figure! I mean, it *is* fascinating! The rise! The bubbles! The… yeah, okay, I can see their point. But seriously, it’s tough. You try to be vulnerable, and then you get… well, sometimes you get your heart broken. And sometimes, you just get… annoyed. That's fine too. Just… annoying. But hey, I still have my sourdough. And that's something, right?
Alright, shifting gears... finances. Can someone *please* explain money to me like I'm a particularly dense toddler?
Money... Oh dear God, where do we even begin? Okay, picture this: You're a tiny, adorable human, obsessed with shiny objects. Now, replace the shiny objects with... *everything*. Food? Money. Shelter? Money. That ridiculously overpriced avocado toast you *desperately* crave? Money. Basically, it's a complicated bartering system where your ability to earn (or the kindness/tolerance of others) dictates your survival. Saving... oh, the fabled concept of "saving." That's like telling a toddler to resist the allure of a giant tub of cookies. Near impossible. I *try*. I really do. But then there's a sale at the bookstore... and the urge to buy more vintage enamel pins... And poof! Gone, the money. I had a budget app for a while. It lasted… two weeks. I spent more time *fretting* about the app than actually *using* it. And now? I just bury my head in the sand and hope the credit card bills go away. Nope, they don’t. But anyway, the point is... money is important, kinda. But also, it's not everything. At least that's what I tell myself while staring at my dwindling bank balance and fantasizing about winning the lottery (which I don't play, because, you know… money).
What about… *work*? Ugh. Another pit of despair, or is it just me?
Oh, honey, you are *not* alone. Work… it's… a thing. It's that thing you have to do to… well, pay for the avocado toast and the sourdough starter. And the… *shudders*… taxes. Look, I've had some… *interesting* jobs in my time. I once worked at a dog grooming salon. Let me tell you, the smell of wet dog and despair is an experience. There were days I seriously considered running away and joining the circus. (Still do, sometimes.) The best thing about that job? Free dog cuddles. The worst? The endless parade of poodle-related… *issues*. Currently? Let’s just say I'm… employed. And that's about as much detail as I'm willing to share. Look, work is… necessary. It provides structure. (Kind of.) It allows you to buy things. (Sometimes.) It’s a constant battle of trying to maintain some semblance of work-life balance, which, let’s be honest, is pretty much unattainable. But hey, at least it (usually) keeps me from ending up curled up in a fetal position in a pile of unfolded laundry. (Although, that’s always an option, right?)
Okay, let's get lighter... Hobbies! Do you, like, *have* any? Is it sad if the answer is "Netflix"?
*Deep breath*. Hobbies! Yes, I have hobbies. At least, I *think* I do. Does “binge-watching obscure documentaries while eating an entire bag of chips” count? Because if so, then yes! I'm a regular Renaissance woman. Realistically, I *try* to have hobbies. I bought a ukulele. It’s gathering dust in the corner. I even watched a bunch of YouTube videos on how to play, learned a few chords, then got distracted by… well, you know. A shiny object. The internet. Anything other than playing the ukulele. I *used* to paint, but the clean-up was too messy and I would use the excuse that there was no time. Also, I’ve considered learning pottery. Think of the possibilities! Magnificent mugs! Elegant vases! (More clutter!) But then I remember the whole "getting dirty" thing, and… yeah. Netflix is my fallback. And I'm not ashamed! There is *art* in Netflix. There are world cultures to experience. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm re-watching, what's not to love? If that's not a hobby. I don't know what is.
Is there anything… good? Like, something that actually makes it all… worthwhile?
Oh, *absolutely*. Despite the laundry mountains and the existentialHospitality Trails
