Escape to Tuscany: Your Dream Belvilla Awaits in Todi, Italy!
Escape to Tuscany: My Dream Belvilla in Todi? (Spoiler Alert: It's Complicated!) - A Messy, Honest Review
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because I'm about to spill the Tuscan beans on this "Escape to Tuscany: Your Dream Belvilla Awaits in Todi, Italy!" experience. I booked this thing hoping for sun-drenched bliss, rolling hills, and pasta that would make me weep. Did I get it? Well, that's what this rambling, slightly neurotic, and totally honest review is for. Let's get messy, shall we?
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The whole "Escape to Tuscany" promise? Yeah, that's a potent one. I'm talking visions of myself, sipping Aperol Spritzes on a sun-drenched terrace, feeling the stress melt away with every sip. The Belvilla in Todi seemed perfect on paper.
Accessibility: Okay, so let's start with a practical reality check. Accessibility is listed, which is a HUGE plus. However, I'm not in a wheelchair, so I can't give a super granular review. But knowing it's listed and they have Facilities for disabled guests suggests they're at least trying, which is a massive improvement over some other places. Always double-check your specific needs beforehand.
Cleanliness and Safety: The Anxiety Factor is Real!
Let's face it, after the last few years, "clean" is on EVERYONE’S mind. The Belvilla, thankfully, took it seriously. They listed Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, and a whole host of other reassuring things. Rooms sanitized between stays, Room sanitization opt-out available (which I appreciate!), and Staff trained in safety protocol. I even saw them using the Sterilizing equipment! Honestly, I felt safer there than in my local supermarket back home (where the guy behind me was coughing like he was auditioning for a pirate movie). They also had Hand sanitizer everywhere and Cashless payment service which made me feel a bit more at ease. Seeing that Hygiene certification was a definite bonus. The only slight ding? Shared stationery was, indeed, removed, but I kinda missed having a pen and paper for jotting down my gelato preferences. First world problems, I know.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: Food, Glorious Food! (And a Few Hangry Moments…)
This is where things get interesting. The promise of Restaurants and access to Western cuisine in restaurant, Vegetarian restaurant tickled my taste buds. They also had an A la carte in restaurant option. Breakfast was, of course, a must-have and they offered a Breakfast [buffet]. I opted for the Breakfast takeaway service one morning, a godsend after a late night sampling cocktails. I do have to say the Poolside bar was a highlight, especially at Happy hour. The cocktails weren't cheap, but the view? Priceless.
Now, here's where I get a little ranty. There was an Asian cuisine in restaurant on the menu, which I found odd in the middle of Tuscany, but hey, I'm open-minded! I ordered it and it wasn't great (I think the chef was experimenting). The Snack bar was handy. HOWEVER, the Coffee shop, while promising, had some seriously slow service. I swear, they were using a medieval coffee maker that involved a pulley system. One morning, I actually saw a squirrel trying to get a cup before me. I eventually gave up one morning and went to the local village, a bit hangry, but happier. They also had a Bottle of water which, in the Tuscan heat, was a lifesaver.
**A note on the *Alternative meal arrangement*. I didn't need it, but it was nice to know they had it. And, despite my Asian cuisine rant, the *Buffet in restaurant* was great and the Desserts in restaurant were particularly dangerous to my waistline.
Things to Do and Ways to Relax: The Pursuit of Bliss
This is where the Belvilla, on paper, REALLY shines. The promise of Spa, Spa/sauna, Sauna, and a Swimming pool [outdoor] made me giddy. They even boasted a Pool with view! And it was… breathtaking. Absolutely stunning. I spent hours just floating there, gazing at the rolling hills. Pure, unadulterated bliss.
They offer Body scrub, Body wrap, and Massage, plus gym/fitness, which I happily skipped. Why bother? It's Tuscany! Relax! I did indulge in a massage, which was… okay. Nothing to write home about, but it relaxed my knots from carrying my bags (or maybe those gelato-induced sugar rushes). The Steamroom was a bit dodgy - felt more like a damp cupboard. Overall, the relaxation factor was high, especially with the stunning views.
Services and Conveniences: The Little Things Matter
They offered a ton of these, which is great. Air conditioning in public area (thank GOD!), Concierge, Daily housekeeping, Doorman, Elevator (essential!), Facilities for disabled guests, Food delivery, Luggage storage, Laundry service (thank you, laundry Gods!), Safety deposit boxes, and a Terrace. They were also very good with the Invoice provided.
I used the Car park [free of charge] which was a huge plus. I didn't use the Bicycle parking, because, you know, hills. And the Wi-Fi for special events, because I wasn't hosting any. Cash withdrawal was handy.
Getting Around: The Italian Dance of Driving
This is where I nearly lost it. Airport transfer? Yes, thankfully. I'd have never found the place otherwise. Car park [on-site] was helpful. Navigating Tuscany? The locals seem to have a different relationship with road rules than I do. It was a constant test of my sanity. I almost ended up in a ditch. Twice. Valet parking was a luxury I probably should have indulged in more.
Available in All Rooms: The Comfort Zone
This is where it gets down to the nitty-gritty. Air conditioning (a lifesaver), Alarm clock, Bathtub, Blackout curtains (crucial for sleeping off the wine), Coffee/tea maker, Complimentary tea, Daily housekeeping, Desk, Free bottled water, Hair dryer, In-room safe box, Ironing facilities, Mini bar, Private bathroom, Refrigerator, Satellite/cable channels, Seating area, Shower (though I'm a bathtub kind of gal!), Slippers, Telephone, Toiletries, Towels, Wake-up service, and Wi-Fi [free].
The rooms were well-appointed, clean, and comfortable. I will say I loved the Additional toilet and the Extra long bed, and the Window that opens, which I did every morning to breathe in that Tuscan air. The Safety/security feature was also nice.
For the Kids: Family Friendly?
They listed Babysitting service, Family/child friendly, and Kids meal. I was traveling solo, but I noticed a few families and they seemed to be well catered for.
Rooms: The Details
The rooms, as mentioned before, were good. I had a room with Soundproofing, which was fantastic because some of the other guests sounded like they were auditioning for a production of "Cats" at midnight. There were Smoke alarms and the Fire extinguisher.
The Quirks and the Imperfections… Because Life Isn't Perfect, Is It?
Okay, here's the real tea. The Belvilla, while mostly amazing, had its quirks.
- The Wi-Fi, despite being free, would occasionally drop. Annoying when you’re trying to upload your Instagram-worthy photos.
- The staff were lovely, but communication was occasionally a challenge. My Italian is… rudimentary, and their English, while good, sometimes missed the nuances.
- The gym looked… underused. I didn't see anyone in there all week. Maybe everyone else was enjoying the pasta (which I completely understand).
- The "dream Belvilla" description? A little over the top. Don't go expecting a fairy tale. It's still a fantastic place, but manage your expectations.
The Verdict: Worth the Trip? YES! With Caveats.
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Escape to Paradise: Your Dream Chalet Awaits in Asten, Tittmoning!
Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because we're about to dive HEADFIRST into my disastrous, yet hopefully delightful, Italian adventure at the Casolare Due Todi – a Belvilla by OYO place, which frankly, sounded about as charming as a hobbit hole when I booked it. Little did I know, it’d be a rollercoaster fueled by questionable gelato and the unwavering belief that I could actually speak Italian. Here we go:
Day 1: Arrival & "Lost in Translation" – or, How I Almost Became a Pizza Ingredient
- Morning (Roughly 10:00 AM): The flight. Oh, the flight. I envisioned myself arriving, all chic and effortlessly European. Reality? I’m pretty sure I snored the entire flight, woke up with a crick in my neck, and smelled faintly of airplane peanuts. But hey, at least I landed (mostly) upright.
- Mid-day (Approximately 1:00 PM): Hertz rental car pickup in Rome. Disaster number one: navigating Italian traffic. I swear, it's a ballet of chaos. Everyone honks. Everyone gestures. I almost took out a Vespa and, in my panic, may or may not have yelled at the GPS like it was a naughty child. "Why are you sending me down a dirt road, you digital nincompoop?!"
- Afternoon (Roughly 4:00 PM): Finally, the Casolare. Picture this: rolling hills, olive groves, and a building that looked suspiciously like a converted farmhouse. The description said "rustic charm." My tired brain interpreted that as "might involve spiders."
- Evening (Around 7:00 PM): The Pizza Predicament. "Dinner time!" I thought, full of confidence. I stumble down to the nearest village, armed with my phrasebook and the unwavering belief that I could order a pizza with, you know, ingredients. Turns out, "parlare italiano" and "ordering a pizza" are two very different skills. I pointed, I stammered, I possibly used a pigeon-sounding gesticulation to indicate tomatoes. My pizza arrived, not with tomatoes, but with… something. I still don't know. But it tasted like, well, an experience. I ate it. I survived. I now suspect the pizza maker saw me coming from a mile away, and the pizza was their revenge for all these tourists.
Day 2: Todi and the Quest for Coffee That Doesn't Taste Like Mud
- Morning (Around 9:00 AM): Coffee, a daily ritual. This is where I learned to not trust the "espresso machines." I was told that the best coffee can be found at the local bar. So I started every morning with an espresso that tasted like it was brewed in the depths of the earth. Not good, but the ritual of standing at the bar with the locals, listening to their animated conversations (mostly incomprehensible to me) was priceless.
- Mid-day (Around 1:00 PM): Todi. Oh, Todi. A perfectly perched hilltop town. The views were breathtaking, the cobblestone streets were charming, and my legs were screaming after I climbed up a million stairs to reach the Piazza del Popolo. The Duomo was impressive, but the real winner was the gelato shop. I had pistachio, hazelnut, and a flavor I think was "pure joy."
- Afternoon (Around 4:00 PM): The Art of Doing Nothing. I decided to sit on a bench in the piazza and just observe. Watching people. Listening to snippets of conversation. The world slowed down. It was glorious. The "perfect moment" was shattered when a pigeon took an interest in my gelato. I may or may not have shrieked.
- Evening (Around 8:00 PM): Attempt Number Two at Italian Cuisine. I found a restaurant with menus in English. Progress! Ordered pasta. It was delicious. I actually understood almost everything. Then, I thought, I should try the local wine. Don't ask me the name; I've blocked it from memory. In short, let's just say the evening turned into a blur of laughter, questionable karaoke (sung by the waiter), and a very long walk back to the Casolare to sleep off the effects of the wine.
Day 3: Assisi, Sainthood and My Terrible Sense of Direction
- Morning (Around 9:00 AM): Another attempt at coffee. This time with a slightly better result.
- Mid-day (Around 1:00 PM): Assisi, the birthplace of Saint Francis. Beautiful, ethereal, and another place where getting lost was an art form. I wandered through the Basilica of Saint Francis, overwhelmed by the frescoes and the history. I tried to follow the signs. I failed. I ended up wandering near the olive groves.
- Afternoon (Around 3:00 PM): I found a little trattoria and had lunch. The food was incredible, the staff was great, and I was just the right distance from the crowds to enjoy the atmosphere.
- Evening (Around 8:00 PM): Back at the Casolare. I decided to try to cook. The kitchen was fully equipped, which in my case meant, I was equipped, with a basic grasp of what a potato is. I attempted a simple dish. It was… edible. Let’s leave it at that.
Day 4: A Deep Dive into the Ordinary and the Unforgettable
- Morning (Around 9:00 AM): A long walk in the hills. It was beautiful at first, but my feet were killing me. I started daydreaming. What if I was a shepherd? What if I never had to answer emails again?
- Mid-day (Around 1:00 PM): The local market. I love markets. The hustle and bustle, the smells, the sights. I bought some fresh tomatoes (this time I made sure they were tomatoes) and some local cheese that the shopkeeper let me sample. I don't know what it was, but it tasted like pure sunshine.
- Afternoon (Around 4:00 PM): I just sat on the porch of the Casolare. I drank some local wine (not the mystery variety). I read a book. I felt… peaceful.
- Evening (Around 8:00 PM): I revisited that little trattoria from the day before. The food was great, the waiter sang again.
Day 5: Departure & The Lingering Taste of Adventure (and Regret)
- Morning (Around 9:00 AM): One last attempt at coffee. Slightly better yet again.
- Mid-day (Around 12:00 PM): Packing. The inevitable moment of truth. Suitcase, memories, and a vague sense of "what did I even buy?"
- Afternoon (Around 2:00 PM): The drive back towards Rome. This time, I did a little better. Fewer meltdowns, fewer questionable hand gestures.
- Evening (Around 7:00 PM): The flight. Back to "reality." But something was different. I was tired, sun-kissed, and I was already planning my return.
The Verdict on the Casolare Due Todi:
It wasn't perfect. There may have been a spider or two. The GPS was a lying piece of technology. My Italian is probably still a disaster. But… it was real. It was messy. It was funny. It was an adventure. And I wouldn’t trade it for all the perfectly Instagrammed vacations in the world. Belvilla by OYO? Maybe not the most glamorous option. Italy? Absolutely worth every single, deliciously chaotic, moment.
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Escape to Tuscany: Your Dream Belvilla Awaits (in Todi, Italy!) - FAQs...and My Thoughts!
Okay, Okay...So, What's This "Belvilla" Thing? And Why Tuscany?
Alright, let's get this straight from the start. Belvilla is basically a vacation rental company. Think Airbnb, but with a bit more...structure? They manage a whole bunch of properties, particularly in Europe. And Tuscany? Oh, Tuscany. Look, I've always been a sucker for the Italian countryside. Rolling hills, cypress trees standing proud, the smell of sun-baked earth... it's pure magic. I envisioned myself, finally, escaping the soul-crushing routine of my day job and just...being. Eating good food, drinking good wine, maybe even learning to say "Buongiorno" correctly (still haven't mastered that!).
My first Belvilla experience was… a mixed bag, to put it mildly. The photos online? Pristine. The reality? Well, let's just say the "rustic charm" had a *very* strong presence of dust bunnies and an ancient, slightly grumpy washing machine. But the view! The view from the terrace was worth every single minor inconvenience. And that’s the thing about Tuscany, right? It forgives your grumbles for a view like that.
Todi? Where *IS* That, Exactly? I'm Geography-Challenged.
Good question! I also had to Google it, let's be honest. Todi is in Umbria, which is basically Tuscany's slightly-less-famous, equally-gorgeous cousin. It's a hilltop town, which means, yes, *lots* of walking uphill. But the views...again, the views! Think medieval architecture, cobblestone streets, and a serious lack of chain restaurants. It's the antidote to modern life, and that's exactly what I needed.
The location choice was more about convenience than anything. Belvilla had some amazing places in Todi, and the photos were promising. I'd been dreaming of escaping to Italy for ages, and Todi seemed like a good starting point. It's close to other amazing places, like Orvieto and Assisi, so day trips are a breeze (if you can pry yourself away from the gelato!).
Is it *Really* Like the Pictures? Because, You Know, Photoshop.
Okay, let's be real. No, not *exactly*. The photos are usually *slightly* airbrushed, the angles are *carefully* chosen, and the lighting is *perfect*. I'm not saying they're lying, but they're definitely…optimistic. The truth is, my Belvilla rental in Todi had its quirks. Like, the promised “fully equipped kitchen” included a rusty can opener that seemed to be actively resisting my efforts to open a can of tomatoes. I swear it almost bit my finger!
However, the basic beauty of the place was there. That, I can guarantee you. The stone walls, the terracotta floors, the sheer *atmosphere* of being in an ancient building… it was pretty magical. And you know what? A rusty can opener is a small price to pay for sitting on a balcony with a glass of local wine, watching the sunset paint the sky in flaming oranges and pinks. It’s how you *feel*, not the perfectness of the kitchen, right?
What are the typical Belvilla amenities? (And are they actually "amenities"?)
Generally, expect the basics: a kitchen (though, see above about the quality), a living area, bedrooms, and bathrooms. Most places have a terrace or garden, which is where the *real* magic happens. Some have pools, which is a major bonus, especially in the summer heat. But don't go expecting a hotel-level experience. Think more "charming, slightly worn-around-the-edges home."
At the Belvilla I stayed at, there was a laundry hamper that was older than my grandmother, and I’m pretty sure it had previously held actual farm animals. However, there was an outdoor pizza oven! And, honestly, making a pizza in a wood-fired oven under the Tuscan sun? That’s a memory that’s worth more than any sparkling new appliance. Amenities are... secondary to the feeling you get, the experience you have.
How's the food? (Because, Italy!)
Oh. My. God. The food. It's why I went, let's be honest. Forget everything you think you know about Italian food. This is the real deal. Simple, fresh ingredients, cooked with love. Pasta, olive oil, tomatoes, basil...it's a symphony of flavor. Eating al fresco, under the stars, with a plate of handmade pasta and a glass of local wine? Pure bliss. I honestly thought I'd died and gone to foodie heaven.
The trick is to explore! Hunt down those tiny trattorias off the beaten path. Ask the locals for recommendations (even if your Italian is, like mine, atrocious). And for the love of all that is holy, try the truffle pasta. Trust me. Just…trust me. I still dream about it.
Are There Any Hidden Costs or Surprises?
Always check the fine print! There may be a cleaning fee (surprise!), a security deposit (returned…hopefully!), and sometimes extra charges for things like linen or heating/air conditioning. Seriously, read everything. I almost missed the fee for the "mandatory pool heating" – which, by the way, was barely lukewarm. I felt a bit ripped off. But still… the view!
Also, be aware that utilities can be a bit, shall we say, unpredictable. The electricity in my Tuscan villa seemed to have a mind of its own. The lights would flicker on and off, like a disco party for fruit flies. I figured out the issue: the old-fashioned circuit breaker box was probably the size of my apartment. That said, I paid for all that, the view, the amazing food! It's a trip, a full sensory experience. And honestly worth all the annoying bits, a hundred times over.
What's the deal with the Italian "pace"?
Embrace it! Things move slower in Italy. Restaurants take their time. Service can be…relaxed. It’s not rudeness; it’s the way things are done. Trying to rush things will just make you frustrated. Just breathe, order another glass of wine, and enjoy the moment. You *are* on vacation, after all!
I had a near-meltdown when I ordered an espresso and it took fifteen minutes to arrive. I was *starving* and feeling the pang of wanting to go back to the farm, where the view makes up for absolutely everything. But then I remembered the sun setting, the aroma of the fresh air, the taste of that first bite of pasta from that little trattoria in the hills… and exhaled. The leisurely pace is part of the charm. Just plan your trip to include extra time for things, particularly meals. The food's worth the wait. Trust me.
