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Okay, buckle up, buttercups. This isn't your grandmother's dry, corporate review. This is real. I'm about to plunge headfirst into a hotel, and the only thing I'm holding back is… well, I’m not holding back anything. Let's get messy with this review, shall we?
Hotel Review: The Over-the-Top Extravaganza (Let's Just Call It "The Extravaganza" for Now, Okay?)
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The Arrival (and the First Impression… that wasn't all sunshine and rainbows)
So, "The Extravaganza." The name alone makes you expect something… well, extravagant. My first impression? A little overwhelming, to be honest. The lobby was HUGE. Like, could-land-a-small-plane-in-it huge. Now, they had Facilities for disabled guests, which was a huge plus (see: Wheelchair accessible and a working Elevator), which made me happy. HOWEVER: Contactless check-in/out – supposedly. Didn’t really feel that contactless. I had to fumble awkwardly with the tablet anyway, and the staff, while polite, seemed a little… robotic? Maybe they were just exhausted after the first wave of guests. The 24-hour Front desk gave me hope for a midnight snack situation.
Accessibility: More Than Just Ramps, Folks!
Okay, let's talk accessibility. Because in this day and age, it’s not just a nice-to-have, it’s a must. The Wheelchair accessible part was good, and I saw ramps aplenty. BUT the devil's in the details. Did all the On-site accessible restaurants / lounges actually have accessible tables? Did the bathrooms have enough space? Did the doors open wide enough? I'm not a wheelchair user myself, but I'm always looking out for it because these things often translate to making it easier for EVERYONE to access the hotel; so, I did a bit of spying. The Facilities for disabled guests: listed, but implementation? Jury's still out. I didn't see any braille anywhere, which is a quick fix for some. The Air conditioning in public area was a godsend, especially during that bizarre heatwave we had.
Rooms: The Good, The Bad, and the Unexpected Sock Puppet
My room? Ah, yes, the room. Non-smoking – check (very important!). Air conditioning – blessedly, yes. Free Wi-Fi (thank the gods!) – yes, and it was Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! Thank you, because I'm a digital nomad at heart and my heart would have stopped otherwise. The Internet access – wireless was, as promised, there, and pretty darn reliable. I mean, I managed to upload a whole cat video, so… win. Internet access – LAN – well, I didn’t unearth the actual cables, but I saw the ports and the promises.
The bed? Glorious. Extra long bed – yes! I could actually sprawl without my feet hanging off the end. Blackout curtains – perfect for sleeping in (which, let's be honest, is the point of a hotel, isn't it?). Bathtub, Separate shower/bathtub, Toiletries – all the usual suspects. The Mini bar was stocked… but the price tags! Ouch. I’d advise stocking up at the convenience store (see below for details).
The room decorations? Let's just say… interesting. I’m not sure I needed a giant painting of a swan in the bathroom. Room decorations might be a bit much and a little outdated, but I'll take it.
The Quirky Part (and the Sock Puppet Incident)
One thing I didn't expect? A perfectly folded towel became a sock puppet when I opened the door to the bathroom. I'm not sure if it was a joke, accidental, or what the heck. The staff needs to know about this!
Dining: Food, Glorious Food (and a Few Minor Mishaps)
Okay, now we're getting to the really good stuff. Dining, drinking, and snacking – let's dive in.
- The Restaurants: I tried a few of the Restaurants. There was an A la carte in restaurant, a (very expensive) Asian cuisine in restaurant, and a Vegetarian restaurant (thank you, Extravaganza!). The food? Mostly good. The Asian place was a bit hit-or-miss, and the vegetarian options were a welcome respite from the meat overload.
- Breakfast: Breakfast [buffet], Breakfast service – I did the buffet. A little chaotic during peak hours. Food quality was OK.
- The Bar: Drinks were strong, and the Poolside bar was a lovely spot to spend the afternoon with a good book. Happy hour was a lifesaver on a particularly stressful day.
- Room Service [24-hour]: Yes! Bless you, Extravaganza. This comes in handy.
- Coffee/tea in restaurant: Always a good thing.
- Desserts in restaurant: Absolutely.
- Alternative meal arrangement: They were willing to swap things around, which was nice.
The COVID-19 Circus: Cleanliness and Safety, and Am I Being Paranoid?
Let's get real – we're still in a pandemic. So, how did "The Extravaganza" handle it?
- Anti-viral cleaning products: They claimed to use them. You know, the usual.
- Daily disinfection in common areas: I saw staff wiping down surfaces, which was reassuring.
- Hand sanitizer: Abundant? Yes, everywhere.
- Physical distancing of at least 1 meter: Attempted. In reality? Good luck during breakfast.
- Rooms sanitized between stays: I hope so. I didn’t see them come in and spray, but I also can’t say I SAW nothing.
- Safe dining setup: The tables were spaced out, but I still felt a little uneasy.
- Staff trained in safety protocol: They seemed to be trying, bless them.
The Spa: Bliss or Overhyped Hype?
Oh, the spa. The heart of the Extravaganza. Spa. Spa/sauna. Sauna. Steamroom. Massage. Foot bath. Body scrub. Body wrap. Seriously, it had everything. I treated myself to a massage – it was heavenly. Utter, utter heaven. I floated out feeling like a new woman. Worth the price tag? Maybe.
Fitness Center: Did I Actually Go?
Well, yes. They had a Fitness center, a Gym/fitness. I saw them. There was a Swimming pool and a Pool with view and a Swimming pool [outdoor]. I didn’t manage to get in it. Truthfully, I spent most of my time in the spa.
Services and Conveniences: The Good, The Bad, and the "Why?"
- Concierge: Helpful.
- Dry cleaning, Ironing service, Laundry service: Standard.
- Cash withdrawal: Yep.
- Currency exchange: Useful.
- Convenience store: The key to my sanity, and cheap snacks – thank you, Extravaganza.
- Cashless payment service: Another one for the times.
- Elevator: Yay!
- Food delivery: Well, I ordered in a pizza once.
- Gift/souvenir shop: Filled with overpriced trinkets.
- Luggage storage, Daily housekeeping: Efficient.
- Smoking area: There was one, way outside.
- Car park [free of charge]: Nice!
- Air conditioning in public area: Check!
- Doctor/nurse on call: Good to know.
- Security [24-hour], Smoke alarms, Fire extinguisher, Safe: I felt safe.
- Wake-up service: Useful, but the alarm clock was a bit hard to work.
- Bicycle parking: Sure.
- Car power charging station: The future, truly.
- Taxi service / Airport transfer: All organised.
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Lanzarote Paradise Found: Your Dream Belvilla Awaits!
Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because this ain't your pristine Pinterest itinerary. We're off to Ginestas, France, to chill in a cozy holiday home surrounded by vineyards. This is gonna be less "smooth sailing" and more "drunken sailor finding his sea legs" kind of trip. Here goes, the glorious mess that is…
Ginestas Getaway: A Wine-Soaked Ramble (and Mild Chaos)
Day 1: Arrival and Existential Crises in a Convertible (Maybe)
- Morning (or, you know, 'whenever we drag our luggage into the light of day'): Flight arrives in Montpellier (the airport, not the city of… well, Montpellier. Confused? Good. Me too, half the time). Arrived at hotel, checked out and get the rental car. This is where the potential for disaster begins. Picture this: me, slightly hungover from the pre-trip celebratory wine, attempting to navigate French traffic in a…wait for it… convertible. Yes, I thought the wind in my hair was a good idea. Narrator Voice: It was not.
- Afternoon: The drive to Ginestas. Expect GPS meltdowns, wrong turns, and me yelling at the map because apparently, French road signs are written in…French (who knew?).
- Late Afternoon/Early Evening: Arriving at the holiday home. Praying it's as idyllic as the photos. Checking out our haven, which is supposed to be cosy. The terrace, the vineyards, the…is that a swimming pool?! (Insert internal squeal of delight, followed by a frantic search for my swimsuit.) Then, the unpacking… oh, the unpacking. It’s a mountain. The mountain of clothes, stuff from the store and the things i bought at duty free.
- Evening: Wine. Lots and lots of wine. Straight from the local vineyard, of course. Maybe a cheese platter (because, France). Maybe a minor existential crisis brought on by the sheer beauty of the sunset over the vineyards. Are we LIVING or just… existing? These deep ruminations might be fueled by the wine. Don't judge.
Day 2: Market Mania, Culinary Catastrophes & The Persistent Smell of Garlic
- Morning: The local market! I envision myself charming vendors, haggling over the price of plump olives, and emerging with a basket overflowing with deliciousness. Reality? Probably me overwhelmed by the sheer amount of cheese options, accidentally buying an entire baguette, and tripping over a stray dog.
- Mid-morning: Attempting to cook lunch in our idyllic kitchen. This could go one of two ways: 1) A culinary masterpiece that would make Julia Child weep with joy or 2) smoke billowing from the oven, a pan of burnt something-or-other, and a strong urge to order pizza. My money's on option number two.
- Afternoon: Exploring Ginestas (if we haven’t gotten too lost). Potentially a visit to a local wine cave. Wine-tasting! More wine! The goal: to be able to (vaguely) articulate the nuances of a local vintage. The reality: gesticulating wildly, saying "Oh, yeah, that's…good!" and hoping for the best.
- Evening: The aforementioned pizza, probably. Followed by more wine and stargazing on the terrace. Wondering if someone will eventually tell us we need some fresh air and getting a little tipsy again.
Day 3: The Canal du Midi & a Bike Ride that Almost Killed Me (Literally)
- Morning: The Canal du Midi! Apparently, it's a UNESCO World Heritage site. Which, if I'm honest, means absolutely nothing to me. (I’m more of a “World’s Best Pizza” kind of gal.) But, we're going to cycle along its banks because it's "charming" and "scenic."
- Lunchtime (or, 'the moment I regret my life choices'): The bike ride. I will become a sweaty, red-faced, grunting monument to the perils of inadequate fitness. There will be hills. There will be (hopefully) no crashes. There will be moments where I seriously contemplate abandoning the bike and hitching a ride on a passing barge.
- Afternoon: Collapse on a bench by the canal, sipping ice-cold drinks, and reflecting on the fact that I am not a professional cyclist. Or a casual one, for that matter.
- Evening: A proper meal in a restaurant. This time, no cooking. Ordering the steak or the duck. Maybe some more wine (surprise!). Deciding that, despite the near-death experience, the Canal du Midi was, in fact, rather lovely. We actually survived.
Day 4: Carcassonne & Castle Dreams (Maybe… Probably Not)
- Morning: A day trip to Carcassonne! The medieval city! The ramparts! The history! (Okay, I'm trying to sound impressed.) The drive. Pray for no car trouble. I saw a castle on the way but didn’t stop.
- Afternoon: Wandering around Carcassonne, being amazed by the castle, the views, being amazed by the fact that I’m still driving and not having crashed yet.
- Evening: Dinner in Carcassonne. Maybe try the cassoulet, a local dish. Maybe have another minor existential crisis about the meaning of life.
- Late Night: I crash, exhausted.
Day 5: Serendipitous Discoveries and Farewell Feels (or, "Don't Cry Because It's Over, Smile Because It Happened … Then Cry Anyway")
- Morning: Sleep in! A late, leisurely breakfast on the terrace. Some more wine.
- Mid-morning: A random drive around the countryside. Maybe a small village with a cafe. A little exploration.
- Afternoon: The packing…again. More existential crises. Maybe a panic attack. The realization that it's all ending soon.
- Evening: One last magnificent sunset over the vineyards. One last bottle of wine. One last delicious meal, cooked (hopefully successfully) in our little kitchen. A goodbye feeling.
Day 6: Departure and the Lingering Taste of Wine (and Regret)
- Morning: The drive back to the airport. Last-minute souvenir shopping. The crushing realization that I'll have to go back to the real world.
- Afternoon: The flight. Reflecting on the trip. Did I have fun? Yes. Will I remember it fondly? Probably. Will I need a holiday to recover from this holiday? Absolutely.
- Evening: Arrive back home….where am i supposed to be going on holiday next?
Important Notes:
- Wine Consumption: Estimated at "significant."
- French Language Skills: Limited. Expect a lot of pointing, smiling, and "bonjours." And google translate!
- Fitness Level: Questionable.
- Emotional State: Likely to fluctuate wildly. Prepare for laughter, tears, and profound moments of reflection (fueled by alcohol).
- Expect the Unexpected: This itinerary is a suggestion. The best things always happen spontaneously.
So, there you have it. A messy, imperfect, and utterly human adventure. Wish me luck (and maybe a really, really good map). Cheers!
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Okay, So, *What* Exactly Is This... Thing? What Are We Even Talking About?
Alright, alright, settle down, Einstein. Even *I* don't have a pat answer. I get this question often: "What ARE we even *doing*?" And honestly? Sometimes I just shrug and say, "Existing in the glorious chaos!" Because life is a mess, and we're all fumbling around in it, right? But what I'm really trying to communicate to you, is this is all about trying to make sense of things. So, for all intents and purposes, it's a collection of...well, *questions* people have asked me, or questions *I* wish someone had asked, all related to a certain area, whatever that may be, and my, shall we say, *attempt* at answering them. Think of it as a therapy session, a drunken bar conversation, and a frantic Google search all rolled into one. It's about finding the truth, or at least, the entertaining version of it.
Wait, Is This *Serious* Serious, Or... Kinda Joke-y?
Oh, honey, that's the million-dollar question, isn't it? Is life serious? Are we serious? Probably not. Look, I try to be informative, ya know? I try to give good advice and offer good solutions. But, also, I'm only human, I'm not going to pretend to be perfect. I can be a smart ass and I am not afraid to admit it. I inject a bit of humor because, let's face it, if you're not laughing, you're crying. And I'm not in the mood for tears today, though, sometimes, I'm not afraid to share my vulnerabilities. Soooo, take what you read with a grain of salt. Or better yet, a whole damn shaker.
Okay, Fine. But Where Do You Get Your Information? Are You, Like, a PhD?
A PhD? Bless your heart. I WISH. Honestly? It's a patchwork quilt of sources, some of which are probably highly questionable. Think: credible websites ("probably good ones!"), books (the dustier the better, for that authentic feel), random blog posts that popped up after a late-night Google binge, and, you know, life experience. Mainly, it's based on a lot of me just, well, figuring it out. I'll own up to this: I'm not always right. Sometimes, I'm completely off-base. But I'm committed to honesty, even if it might involve some embarrassing admissions.
Speaking of Honesty... What If I Disagree? Should I Just Shut Up?
ARE YOU KIDDING? DISAGREE! PLEASE! Heck, demand to speak to the manager of this little operation. I *love* it when people disagree! It means someone is *thinking*. Call me out on my BS! Challenge my assumptions! Debate me until the cows come home! (Though, if the cows actually *do* come home, I'm running. Cows are massive.) Seriously, engage with this stuff. That's the whole point. Let's find out WHAT we actually think, and why.
Ugh, I'm Still Confused. Can You Give Me a Specific Example? Like, Something Real?
Oh, you betcha. Okay, let me embarrass myself and dredge up this tale. Once, I REALLY, *really* wanted to find a cure for a problem. I was convinced there was a simple solution I'd missed. I spent like, three days straight, fueled by coffee and sheer stubbornness. I was staring at a screen, my eyes were bloodshot, and feeling really, really miserable. I went down a rabbit hole of forums filled with dubious medical advice, and I almost, *almost* believed I could concoct my own cure! It was ridiculous! I started feeling like I was losing my mind! The whole idea of "simple solutions" felt like a cruel joke. In the end, I had to force myself to *stop*. I took a shower, ate something, and went outside. Sometimes, you need to recognize when you're in way over your head—and I was.
What if I have a really specific question? Like, *really*, really niche?
Hit me with it! I'm not saying I'll have the answer, but I'm *always* up for a challenge. Consider me your personal research assistant! Worst case scenario, we both learn something new. Best case? We stumble onto a hidden truth!
Okay, Okay, I Get It. But Seriously, What's the Point? Why Should I Even *Bother* Reading This?
That's the best question of all, actually. Look, no guarantees, okay? No promises of world-changing revelations. But if you're bored, curious, or just enjoy a good rant, then maybe, *maybe* you'll get something out of it. Maybe you'll find a new perspective. Maybe you'll just feel a little less alone in the glorious mess of being human. Or maybe you'll just think, "Wow, this person is a complete idiot." That's fine too. Just don't blame me if you lose an hour or two of your life. You've been warned.
