French Riviera Paradise: Stunning Private Pool Villa in Salles-de-Belves!
Okay, buckle up, buttercup, because this review of [Hotel Name - Placeholder - You need to fill this in!] is gonna be less travel brochure and more, well, me. Let's get messy!
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Now, the Rambling Begins…
Alright, so, [Hotel Name - Placeholder]. Where to even begin? The website promised paradise, but let's be honest, isn't that always the case? I got here… after a whole saga with the airport transfer – more on that later. But hey, first impressions, right? So, let’s dive headfirst into this… experience.
Accessibility: Can a Wheelchair Actually Navigate This Place? (And My Emotions Along With It)
Okay, so here's the deal. I came with my Aunt Carol, who uses a wheelchair. Accessibility is huge for us. The website claimed wheelchair accessibility, and honestly? They weren’t lying. Mostly.
- Wheelchair Accessible: Plenty of ramps, elevators (thank GOD), and they even had a decently accessible room. Now, I say "decently" because there were a few… hiccups. See, the bathroom door was wide enough, but turning around in there? Let’s just say Aunt Carol’s seen more spacious dance floors. The staff were really good, though! I called and they made adjustments, which, considering what I've seen, is already a win. We had an accessible path to the restaurants. Kudos.
- Accessible Restaurants/Lounges on-site: And yes, there were ramps, and tables with space. They did try! No complaints.
Getting Connected (Or Trying To… Especially When Grandma's Calling)
- Internet, the bane of my existence:
- Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! Yessss!…allegedly. God, the Wi-Fi here was a rollercoaster. Sometimes blazing, sometimes crawling like a snail through molasses. And don’t even get me started on trying to video call Grandma. The internet would cut out randomly, leaving Aunt Carol and I yelling in frustration.
- Internet [LAN]: Didn’t even bother.
- Internet services: Okay, so they offered it, but the practicality? Less than stellar.
- Wi-Fi in public areas: Slightly better, but still spotty. The worst.
The Pampering! (Or, How I Tried to Become a Human Pretzel)
Listen, I’m all about a good spa day. And [Hotel Name - Placeholder]? They tried.
- Spa/sauna: The spa itself was gorgeous. Seriously. The lighting, the scent, the feeling of 'rich people in a movie.'
- Body scrub: Ah, the body scrub! This was… interesting. I swear the masseuse had the strength of a thousand suns. I felt like I'd been pummeled by a sandstorm, but hey, my skin did feel amazing afterward.
- Body wrap: This was the real winner! Felt like a warm, cozy cocoon, and I almost drifted off to sleep. Bliss.
- Foot bath: Nice…
- Gym/fitness: Didn't go. I'm on vacation.
- Massage: See above.
- Pool with view: The pool…oh, the pool! The view was breathtaking, and I spent approximately 6 hours in the water just…existing.
- Sauna: I dipped into the sauna, it was hot.
- Steamroom: See Sauna
- Swimming pool: I mean, it was the most beautiful thing, so I spent most of my time there.
- Swimming pool [outdoor]: See above.
Keeping It Clean…Or, The Great Hand Sanitizer Wars of 2023
Let's talk COVID-19. Real talk. I was super anxious about it, because I’m traveling with my Aunt Carol who is high risk. So, safety was a HUGE deal.
- Cleanliness and safety: Overall, they tried. You could tell they’d tried.
- Anti-viral cleaning products: Good!
- Breakfast in room: We skipped it. Ordered room service
- Cashless payment service: Yes! Thank God.
- Daily disinfection in common areas: Checked.
- Doctor/nurse on call: Always good to know!
- First aid kit: Handy-dandy!
- Hand sanitizer: Everywhere. I swear, I used so much hand sanitizer I think my hands might be sterile.
- Hot water linen and laundry washing: Essential!
- Hygiene certification: Claimed to have it…
- Individually-wrapped food options: Good.
- Physical distancing of at least 1 meter: Mostly adhered to.
- Professional-grade sanitizing services: Sounds good, I’m just taking their word for it.
- Room sanitization opt-out available: Cool, but I didn’t opt out because I was paranoid!
- Rooms sanitized between stays: Good!
- Safe dining setup: Yes.
- Sanitized kitchen and tableware items: Yep.
- Shared stationery removed: Excellent. I'm not touching pens!
- Staff trained in safety protocol: Seemed like it!
- Sterilizing equipment: I didn’t see it, but I have to trust it was there!
Food, Glorious Food (And My Inner Carb-Loading Beast)
So, the eats. This is where things get a little… complicated. I'm a foodie, so I was looking forward to this!
- Dining, drinking, and snacking:
- A la carte in restaurant: I mean, it’s there!
- Alternative meal arrangement: Great for Aunt Carol’s diet.
- Asian breakfast: Didn't try it, but I saw some!
- Asian cuisine in restaurant: Okay, so this was hit or miss. Some dishes were amazing, others… not so much. We tried chicken, it wasn’t great.
- Bar: Fine. Standard.
- Bottle of water: Included. Which is essential.
- Breakfast [buffet]: Fine, standard.
- Breakfast service: Fair.
- Buffet in restaurant: Fine, standard.
- Coffee/tea in restaurant: Okay.
- Coffee shop: Good.
- Desserts in restaurant: Heaven!
- Happy hour: Yes! Woo!
- International cuisine in restaurant: See Above.
- Poolside bar: Essential.
- Restaurants: Several. I did like one!
- Room service [24-hour]: A lifesaver after those endless poolside mojitos.
- Salad in restaurant: Good.
- Snack bar: Standard.
- Soup in restaurant: Fine.
- Vegetarian restaurant: I saw one.
- Western breakfast: Good.
- Western cuisine in restaurant: See Above.
Services and Conveniences: The Good, The Bad, and The Slightly Confusing
- Air conditioning in public area: Thank God!!
- Audio-visual equipment for special events: I didn’t see any special events!
- Business facilities: Didn’t use them, so can’t say.
- Cash withdrawal: Yes.
- Concierge: Hit or Miss. One day the concierge knew everything, next day… crickets.
- Contactless check-in/out: Yes!
- Convenience store: Small, overpriced, but useful.
- Currency exchange: Yes.
- Daily housekeeping: Very good!
- Doorman: Friendly.
- Dry cleaning: Didn’t use.
- Elevator: Good.
- Essential condiments: Yes!
- Facilities for disabled guests: Yes!
- Food delivery: Didn’t use.
- **Gift
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because this ain't gonna be your perfectly curated Instagram holiday. This is real travel, the kind that leaves you with a laundry list of hilarious screw-ups and a warm, fuzzy feeling in your soul (eventually, maybe). We're going to a holiday home, in Salles-de-Belves, France, with a private pool. Sounds idyllic? Oh, honey, just you wait.
The Grande Debacle: Salles-de-Belves, France - A Messy Itinerary (and Probably a Few Lost Socks)
Day 1: Arrival - The Champagne of Regret
- Morning (ish): Travel. Ugh. The worst. Remember that glorious feeling of "vacay vibes" you had at the airport? Yeah, it's already evaporated. I’m pretty sure my left sock has deserted me already.
- (Personal Anecdote): Flying is a constant low-grade anxiety attack for me. I swear, I could write a dissertation on the psychology of airport security. The sheer volume of sweaty palms and questionable liquids… it's a marvel.
- Afternoon: Arrive in Salles-de-Belves. Finally! Except… the GPS has a vendetta against me. Took a detour through a surprisingly charming village. Saw a baker with more flour on his apron than bread in the oven. Immediately regretted not stopping.
- Mid-afternoon: The Holiday Home - "Spacious" translated to "probably haunted" when the key wouldn't work. The pool? Looked amazing in the photos, less so after a drive that made me feel like a shriveled old prune.
- Evening: Grocery run! Which is a thrilling adventure when you don't speak fluent French. I managed to acquire cheese, wine (duh), and a baguette roughly the size of my arm. Celebratory champagne to toast the arrival, because, why not? It tasted like regret.
- (Quirky Observation): French supermarkets are a minefield of deliciousness. EVERYTHING smells amazing. And I'm pretty sure the cheese selection alone could bankrupt me. I just… I want it all!
- Night: Attempted to light the BBQ. Failed spectacularly. Dinner was bread, cheese, and a philosophical discussion with myself about the purpose of life and the proper technique for lighting charcoal.
Day 2: Belvés Bliss (and a Near-Drowning Experience)
- Morning: Belvés! The medieval village! Picturesque, charming, and ridiculously steep. My calves are already screaming for mercy. Explored the town, got lost in its winding streets, and nearly bought every single antique in a tiny shop specializing in embroidered tablecloths.
- (Emotional Reaction): The views from Belvés were breathtaking. Seriously. I actually teared up. The Dordogne valley stretched out before me, and for a fleeting moment, the world felt beautiful. Then, I remembered I left my phone in the car.
- Afternoon: Pool time! Finally! Except… the water was FREEZING. I'm talking Arctic Ocean vibes. Had a brief existential crisis about my ability to swim and the overwhelming likelihood of getting eaten by the pool pump.
- (Messy Structure): Okay, let's be honest: the pool situation deserves a deeper dive. The initial thrill quickly faded into a shivering, teeth-chattering struggle. I tried a graceful swan dive. I failed. Spectacularly. Faceplanted, in fact.
- Doubling Down on the Pool Experience: Okay, so I spent the better part of an hour trying to warm up. I did… things. Sunbathed for a solid hour. Tried to float, which was less relaxing and more a balancing act between shivering and drowning. Consider it a near-death experience. I'm going to blame the shock on the cold water. Then I got out. Took a hot shower. And the moral of the story? If you visit a pool in France in early June, be prepared to work out a game plan.
- Evening: Dinner at a local restaurant. Found a place that served duck confit. Ordered everything with reckless abandon. Possibly ordered a second bottle of wine. Walked home with a stupid grin on my face.
- Night: The best sleep of my life!
Day 3: Caves, Castles, and Culinary Disasters
- Morning: Attempted to visit the Caves of Font-de-Gaume. Apparently, you need to book months in advance. A total fail. Ended up at a tiny, abandoned church instead. Found a gorgeous view; the perfect spot to recharge.
- Afternoon: Drove to Chateau de Beynac. It’s imposing. And the crowds are thick. I had a moment of frustration and wanted to flee. But the views… sigh. Worth the (minor) squish of the place.
- (Opinionated Language): Castles are great. Really. But, honestly, sometimes I just want to sit on a rock and read a book. The hordes of tourists, the selfie sticks… sometimes, it's enough to make you want to hide in a cave (ironically).
- Late Afternoon: Cooking "dinner." Let’s just say, I love cooking, and cooking does not love me (especially on holiday). Attempted to make a French omelet. Burned one side, the other was raw. Wound up eating cheese and bread again.
- (Stream-of-Consciousness): Okay, the omelet fiasco. Where to start? Too much butter. Too little finesse. The whole kitchen smelled like burnt eggs, and I was pretty sure I'd set off every smoke alarm in the house. Maybe cooking isn't my forte? Maybe cheese and bread are my destiny!
- Night: Watched a movie. Fell asleep halfway through.
Day 4: Market Mayhem and a Day of Rest
- Morning: Went to the Sarlat market! A sensory overload of fruits, vegetables, cheeses, and cured meats. I bought too much food, bargained (badly) over some garlic, and nearly tripped over a very unimpressed dog.
- (Anecdote): Bargaining is a skill I clearly haven't mastered. I'm pretty sure I paid double for that garlic. But the vendor had a charming smile!
- Afternoon: Rest! Finally. Lounge by the pool (despite the still-chilly temperature). Read a book. Napped. Officially called it "self-care day."
- Evening: Another delicious meal and a toast to getting through the holiday.
- Night: More peaceful sleep.
Day 5: Departure - The Sad But Sweet Squeeze
Morning (ugh): Packing. The worst. Found the lost sock. It's still in the car.
- (Emotional Reaction): Leaving is always bittersweet. Part of me is ready to go back to real life. Part of me wants to stay in this beautiful, slightly chaotic world forever.
Afternoon: Travel back. Sigh.
Evening: Back home. So the journey is over, and the bag is full of the souvenirs, food and memories.
(Final Thoughts): Did everything go perfectly? Absolutely not. Did I make mistakes? Oh, yes. Did I have a glorious, messy, unforgettable time? Hell yes.
Okay, so... what *is* this thing, anyway? Like, really?
Alright, fine. Let's get the basics out of the way. This whole thing... it's... well, about... [Insert vaguely defined topic here]. Think of it like... trying to explain pizza to an alien. You *know* pizza. They... might not. Essentially, it's about [broad description of a topic]. But honestly? The “what” is less important than the “why” and the “how I felt about it.” Because let’s be real, sometimes you just gotta *feel* something. You feel me?
Is it... hard? (Like, actually hard, not just "mildly inconvenient")
Hard? Oh, honey, sometimes it felt like wrestling a greased pig in a hurricane. I remember this one time… *shudders*… where [relate to the vaguely defined topic]. I was *convinced* I was going to fail. Publicly. In the most embarrassing way possible. And the worst part? I was so stressed I forgot to...you know...[a relatable minor detail]. Yeah, it was a mess. But, eventually...[a vague resolution]. So yeah, it can be tough. But also… rewarding? Maybe. Sometimes. Don't bank on it.
What's the *point*? Like, what's the BIG picture here?
The *point*? Hah! You want the point? Look, I'm no philosopher. I'm just trying to get through the day, like everyone else. But if I *had* to put a finger on it... it’s probably about… Hmm. Let me overthink this for a sec… maybe it's about [a vague, oversimplified idea]. Maybe it’s about figuring out [another vague idea]. Honestly? Sometimes the point is just… surviving. And maybe, just maybe, finding a little bit of joy along the way. Or at least, a slightly less overwhelming level of despair. You know?
What parts of it were actually... *good*? Seriously, I'm skeptical.
Okay, okay. Fine. I’ll admit it. There were... *moments*. Like, remember that time when [positive anecdote relating to the topic]? Pure gold. Seriously, I think I almost cried. Happy tears, of course! Also, I got to [some other positive result]! Which, let's be real, was awesome. But also, maybe the best part was [another positive detail, with a hint of self-deprecation]. So, yeah. Some good stuff. Don't tell anyone I said that.
And the parts that were... not so good? Let's get *real* real.
Oh, boy. Where do I even START? Okay, picture this: [negative anecdote 1]. I HATED it. Despised every single second. And you know what? That wasn't even the worst of it! Later, I tried to [negative anecdote 2] then it went terribly wrong! I felt like a complete idiot. And then came the [another negative anecdote]! Honestly, typing this is making me relive it, and I just want to crawl under a rock. The worst part? [a specific, relatable, and potentially petty complaint]. It. Was. Awful.
Was there a *specific* moment where you thought, "I'm done"?
YES. Oh, GOD, YES. There were a few. But one in particular sticks out. It was when [repeat a negative experience]. And I just… I *broke*. Tears. Profanity. The whole shebang. I almost walked away. I seriously considered burning the whole thing to the ground. I was so frustrated I couldn’t think straight. But then… well, you know. Life. And maybe a little bit of stubbornness. And also [a reason for continuing, maybe a little bit of pride].
What did you *learn*? (Ugh, I hate this question.)
Ugh, fine. Fine. Learned… stuff. Mostly that I’m more resilient than I thought (and maybe also a little bit of a masochist). I learned that [relate to vague topic]. I learned to [a specific skill, with a hint of self-doubt]. I learned that sometimes, you just gotta [a simple, universal truth]. And maybe, just maybe, I learned to… [a slightly hopeful, maybe cheesy conclusion]. But honestly? I’m still figuring it out. Aren't we all?
So, would you do it again? (Be honest!)
Umm… good question. Right now? Ask me tomorrow. Let me process this emotional rollercoaster for a bit. But, probably. Yeah, probably. Because, despite all the mess, the tears, the near-mental breakdowns… there was something... *there*. Something that made it worth it. (Again, not saying it was easy). Would absolutely do it again, I learned a lot and it made me realize that I can trust myself more than I thought, the best part? [a specific detail about doing it again]
Any advice for someone even *thinking* about this? (Run while you still can?)
Run. Run far, run fast, as fast as your legs can carry you. Kidding! (mostly). Okay, here's the real deal: [Vague topic] is a beast. Prepare to be tested. Prepare to doubt yourself. Prepare to eat a pint of ice cream in one sitting while questioning all your life choices. But! Also, breathe. And remember why you started. Focus on [a practical tip]. And don't be afraid to ask for help, even if it's just to scream into a pillow. Also, bring snacks. You'll need them. Lots and lots of snacks. And maybe a therapist on speed dial.
Is there anything else?
I think... I think that covers it. My brain is fried. My heart is full. And I'mUptown Lodging
