Escape to Paradise: Your Dream Chalet in Obervellach, Austria!
Escape to Paradise? More Like a Rollercoaster of Bliss (and a Tiny Bit of Chaos!) - My Obervellach Chalet Review!
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because I've just returned from a week at the "Escape to Paradise: Your Dream Chalet" in Obervellach, Austria, and honey, it was a trip. I'm going to try to wrangle my thoughts into something coherent, partly because I promised the hotel a review, but mostly because I need to process what just happened. Prepare for ramblings. And maybe a few swear words. Just a warning.
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First off, let's be real. Paradise? Maybe. But paradise with a few… idiosyncrasies. And that, my friends, is what makes a trip memorable.
Getting There and Getting IN… or Trying To! (Accessibility & Check-In)
Alright, let's start with the nuts and bolts. Accessibility: They say they have facilities for disabled guests. And while I didn't need them personally (I can still mostly run and hobble, thank God!), I did see an elevator, which is always a plus for us lazy folk lugging our suitcases. The entrance seemed relatively flat, no crazy stairs to negotiate which is a sigh of relief.
Check-in… well, that's where things got mildly entertaining. The Contactless check-in/out was advertised, but the lady at the Front desk [24-hour] still seemed to prefer the old-fashioned way. Which, frankly, I'm fine with. I like a human face, especially after a long journey. Though the desk itself seemed a bit… busy and in a small space. I'll talk more about the staff later. The Check-in/out [express] option was there in theory, but I liked to talk!
Rooms and Sanity (Or Lack Thereof)
My room: Woah. Where to begin! This place was the epitome of cabin chic, alright. Air conditioning was thankfully effective. The Bed was comfy. And, oh God, the view from the window that opens chef's kiss! Snow-capped mountains, a river, the whole shebang. Pure Instagram bait. I was a sucker for the view. They do have non-smoking rooms, which is a good job as people like to smoke.
The Internet access – wireless was actually pretty reliable (thank you, wifi gods!). And, glory be, Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! My soul can finally breathe. They also had Internet access – LAN, but let’s be honest, who uses that anymore? I needed to do some work, and the Laptop workspace was helpful. They also had some meeting stationery. I always loved that.
Now, a few quirks. The Bathroom phone felt a bit antiquated. Who calls the bathroom? Also, the Mirror in the bathroom was a bit… unflattering. Maybe it’s just me getting old, but I swear I aged five years in that mirror. And the Slippers? Okay, they were provided, but they were scratchy.
The Good Stuff: Pampering and Pools! (Spa, Relaxation & Other Goodies)
Okay, let's get to the good stuff! They have a Spa area! And that, my friends, that’s where the magic happened. I had a Massage. A divine massage. The masseuse, bless her, worked out knots I didn’t even know I had. I'm pretty sure she could hear my bones cracking. Utter bliss.
There's a Pool with a view. So, picture this: crisp mountain air, the sun setting, and you, floating in warm water, contemplating your life choices. This is the life! They also have a Sauna and Steamroom. I spent at least an hour each day in the sauna, sweating out all the city toxins. I may have burnt quite a bit of calories!
Things To Do! (Or Not) - Adventures and Amusements
Activities: Hmm. This is where things get interesting. They mention Things to do, but it's a little vague. There's hiking (duh, it’s the mountains!), and… well, that’s about it that I could personally see. I did see a guy doing car charging station so that's a bonus.
Dining, Drinking, and a Whole Lot of Eating (Food!)
The food, oh, the food. Let's just say I came home a few kilos heavier. The Breakfast [buffet] was a feast! Western breakfast (eggs, bacon, the works), Asian breakfast, pastries, fruit – you name it, they had it.
I was a big fan of the Poolside bar. This is where I was getting my cocktail in, enjoying the view. They also did an A la carte in the restaurant. I was a big fan of the Salad in the restaurant. I did have a Bottle of water brought to me. But they do lack Alternative meal arrangement.
Cleanliness and Safety: A Mixed Bag (or Trying to Stay Alive in a Pandemic)
Okay, let's talk COVID. They tried. They had Hand sanitizer everywhere. They claimed to use Anti-viral cleaning products. Sanitized kitchen and tableware items. The whole shebang. I appreciated the effort. I mean, I saw staff members wearing masks. But… let's just say the rigorousness varied. A guy sneezed in the breakfast buffet once, and I almost ran screaming. The sterilizing equipment never seemed to be in use.
Services and a Few Quirks (The Extras)
They claim to have facilities for disabled guests (though I’m not sure how extensive they are), which is great. They offer luggage storage, dry cleaning, and laundry service. They even have a cash withdrawal service in case you forgot to take out money like I did.
One thing of major annoyance. They allow Pets allowed unavailablePets allowed which is no fun if you are looking for a relaxing time.
The Staff: A Case Study in Austrian Charm (and Occasional Confusion)
The staff were… well, they were trying. They generally were very nice. Their English could be a bit shaky. I needed a Cash withdrawal, but that took some time. The biggest difficulty? Communication. Simple things like ordering a coffee sometimes became an epic adventure in translation. I’m guessing the area doesn’t get many Americans.
For the Kids… (I Did Spot Some Miniature Humans)
They advertised as Family/child friendly. I saw evidence of Kids meal offerings. I also briefly spotted a Babysitting service… I’m not sure I’d trust it, but it was there.
The Verdict: Would I Go Back?
Honestly? Yes. Despite the quirks, the occasional communication breakdown, and the potential for a slight health scare, I had a fantastic time. The location is breathtaking, the spa is heavenly, and the food is delicious. The imperfections give it character. It's not a flawless, five-star experience, but it's honest, real, and full of charm. If you're looking for a genuinely relaxing getaway in a stunning location, Escape to Paradise in Obervellach is definitely worth considering. Just pack a phrasebook, a sense of humor, and maybe some hand sanitizer of your own. And prepare to get a little lost in the beauty of it all. You won't regret it. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go lie down. I think I over-sauna-ed.
Escape to Polish Paradise: Your Dream Dabki Countryside Apartment Awaits!
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your grandma's meticulously planned travelogue. This is me, Sarah, attempting to wrestle a week in a chalet in Obervellach, Carinthia, into something resembling order. Prepare for a glorious, messy, opinionated, and possibly slightly hysterical account of my Austrian adventure.
Day 1: Arrival and Altitude Sickness - My Hopes for a Chill Vacation Were Immediately Crushed
- Morning (or what felt like morning after a red-eye): Landed in Klagenfurt. Smiled at the rental car attendant, thinking, "I'm going to be a sensible driver in the Alps!" (Spoiler alert: I was not. I am, however, now intimately familiar with the sound of Austrian cowbells.) The drive to Obervellach was stunning. Really, breathtaking. But I was far too busy fighting off a pounding headache and contemplating the meaning of life to really appreciate the sheer beauty. Turns out, altitude sickness is a total buzzkill.
- Afternoon: Found the chalet. "Cozy" is an understatement. It was basically a grown-up's gingerbread house, complete with a ridiculously charming wood-burning stove and enough fluffy blankets to make a polar bear blush. Immediately crashed for like… three hours. Pretty sure I dreamt about schnitzel. I'm guessing it was the Austrian air and the altitude.
- Evening: Tried to venture out for dinner. Walked a staggering five blocks to the local Gasthof. Ordered something that looked like goulash, which tasted suspiciously like… well, I'm still not sure, but it wasn't bad. Met a local who insisted on telling me the entire history of Obervellach, complete with dramatic hand gestures and a level of enthusiasm that, while appreciated, was a lot to take in when I was trying not to throw up in front of the food. Walked back to the chalet with my head pounding again. Altitude sickness. I need help. Maybe a doctor is a good idea.
- Mood: Disoriented, vaguely nauseous, and secretly wondering if I'd made a terrible mistake. Why did I think a “relaxing” chalet vacation was a good idea?
Day 2: The Great Hike of Self-Discovery/Torture.
- Morning: Woke up feeling like I’d been hit by a truck. Altitude sickness was definitely still kicking. Drank approximately a gallon of water and stared at the mountains, feeling simultaneously awe-struck and like I might pass out at any moment.
- Afternoon: Convinced myself I could conquer a “gentle” hike. Found a trail that promised “breathtaking views.” Yeah, the views were breathtaking, alright. Breathtaking because I was struggling to breathe at all. My legs felt like lead. I swear, I saw a squirrel pass me. I started thinking about the meaning of life again. Made it about halfway up the mountain before admitting defeat. Sat on a rock for a good hour, listening to the cows and contemplating my life choices. The sun was amazing. The view was incredible.
- Evening: Found a local pub and ordered a beer. Or two. Felt a bit more alive with each sip. Some local guys kept staring at me and smiling, I felt like taking selfies with them.
- Mood: Exhausted, exhilarated (albeit slightly), and starting to feel a grudging respect for the Austrian Alps. Maybe I could hack it here, after all.
Day 3: The Art of Doing Nothing and the Problem with WiFi
- Morning: The thing about a chalet, especially in the mountains, is that you can do NOTHING. Which is a blessing and a curse, depending on your mood. I tried to work. I had a bad time doing that. The wifi cut out. I got mad.
- Afternoon: I tried to write my book. Still not great. I went for a walk and took a bunch of pictures.
- Evening: I felt very sad, and I just wanted to get drunk and eat a burger. No burgers in Austria. I ate some cheese, and had some wine. I decided to take a bath. It was too hot, the water was weird.
- Mood: Meh.
Day 4: The Weissensee Debacle and The Joy of Swimming
- Morning: Heard amazing things about Weissensee, the crystal-clear lake. Decided to take a bus, but took the wrong bus. Found myself in a place that looked sort of like a ghost town.
- Afternoon: Figured out the right bus. Jumped in the water. It was perfect! I swam, and swam, and swam. I was in heaven. I think I’ll spend all day swimming.
- Evening: Cooked pasta. That was a mistake. Ate some more cheese.
- Mood: Happy and relaxed.
Day 5: The "Oh, Look, I'm Actually Enjoying This" Moment
- Morning: Woke up, and the world seemed a little less terrifying. The altitude sickness was finally easing up (thank GOD). Stared at the mountains again, but this time, with genuine appreciation.
- Afternoon: Decided to take a cooking class at a local farmhouse. This was a stroke of genius. Learned how to make Kaiserschmarrn (shredded pancakes – basically heaven) and Apfelstrudel (apple strudel - also heaven). The farmer's wife was a hoot, regaling me with stories about her mischievous goats and her obsession with Elvis. The food was incredible. I even took off my sunglasses.
- Evening: Took a hike at sunset.
- Mood: Surprisingly… content. Maybe, just maybe, I was starting to "get" this whole chalet-in-the-Alps thing.
Day 6: The Day I Almost Killed Myself On A Bike
- Morning: "I'm going to bike, it's a good idea," I thought. "I'll see so much of the beauty!"
- Afternoon: I went on a bike. The bike was not the right size. The road was very dangerous. At one point, I almost slipped off a cliff. I got off my bike.
- Evening: Sat in the sun and swore.
- Mood: Pretty angry.
Day 7: Departure and a Promise to Return (Eventually)
- Morning: Had a final breakfast, a tear in my eye. Packed. Said goodbye to the chalet and promised to be back.
- Afternoon: Drive back to Klagenfurt.
- Evening: Back to the real world.
- Mood: Exhausted, but happy. Austria, you weird, beautiful, cowbell-filled country, you've got me. I'll be back… eventually. Though I might invest in some better shoes (and, you know, a pulse) next time.
And that, my friends, is the unvarnished truth of my Obervellach adventure. It wasn't perfect. It wasn't glamorous. It was, however, utterly and completely me. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
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Escape to Paradise: Obervellach Chalet FAQs (Because Let's Be Honest, You Have Questions!)
Okay, first things first: Is it REALLY as drop-dead gorgeous in Obervellach as the pictures suggest? Because, you know… Instagram filters are a thing.
Alright, let's be real. The photos? They're pretty. But the reality? Dude, it's potentially *more* stunning. Look, I’ve been fooled by Instagram. We all have. But walking out onto that balcony the first morning and seeing those mountains bathed in the morning sun? My jaw actually *dropped*. I'm a fairly cynical New Yorker, and I was just… speechless. It's kind of a problem, actually. You'll constantly find yourself just staring. Staring at the peaks, staring at the clouds, staring at… well, everything. My first thought? "Did I accidentally teleport to a postcard?" It's the air, too. Crisp, clean, smells faintly of pine and… *something* indescribably good. Seriously, pack a camera you actually know how to use. You'll need it. I took, like, 500 photos. Most of them were blurry because I was too busy gawking. And, let's just say the chalet itself is no slouch either, it is absolutely perfect, the perfect cozy spot.
The website talks about skiing and snowboarding. Is it actually good? I'm not particularly a 'sportsy' type.
Look, I *hate* the cold. I spent years actively avoiding it, like it was the plague. But Obervellach… it's different. The ski resorts nearby are fantastic. Molltaler Glacier is a short drive, but the views... they're insane. Even I, a complete and utter beginner (I once face-planted on a bunny hill), had a blast. See, the beauty of the area is it caters to all levels. So, if you're a hardcore powder hound, you're golden. If you're like me, a semi-coordinated individual who mostly wants to eat fondue and look pretty on the slopes? You're *also* golden. Seriously, even if all you do is sip Glühwein at the après-ski bar (which is a perfectly valid choice, by the way), you’ll enjoy yourself. Bonus points: the air is crisp and clean, making sore muscles less bad as long as you don't over do it.
I tried to ski once. Keyword: tried. Let's just say I ended up mostly on my butt. But hey, the scenery was lovely while I was falling!
What about getting around? Do I need a car? Are there public transportation options?
Okay, car situation. Yes, you *probably* want a car. Though, truth be told, I'm not the best driver, so my heart sank when I saw the winding mountain roads. But, it's essential for getting around. There is *some* public transport, but it's not super frequent, and you'll definitely be at the mercy of the schedule. A car gives you freedom. You can nip to the bakery first thing in the morning. You can drive to the grocery store, or head out to a different mountain and get that beautiful scenery. Plus, the drives themselves are stunning, so you’ll actually *want* to drive. I've seen so many pictures of the amazing views. You might want to check the roads at night, though, the drive home can be a little tricky.
The website mentions a fully equipped kitchen. Is it *actually* fully equipped? Because I've been burned before. I'm a chef.
Okay, chef, listen up. Yes, the kitchen is pretty darn good. I consider myself a decent cook (mostly, I can follow a recipe), and I found everything I needed. Pots, pans, utensils, plenty of counter space. It has plates, cutlery, glasses… everything. It even has a decent oven which is rare to come by! Seriously, if you’re a serious foodie, you won't feel like you're roughing it. I made, like, five different types of fondue, because, well, Alps, and a variety of meats, I’m a meat person. The only thing I would suggest bringing is any specific niche equipment you *absolutely* can't live without (like a specific type of whisk or something, but, it’s unlikely). But for the average home cook? You’re good. You’re really, really good. The closest grocery store is not too far away. Get ready to cook!
What's the Wi-Fi like? Because, you know, #worklife.
Okay, this is important. The Wi-Fi is… fine. It's not going to win any awards, and it won't be like blazing fast internet, but it's generally reliable. You can check emails, browse the web, even stream some stuff (though expect a little buffering). I managed to do some remote work, but I was mentally preparing myself for the worst. If you ABSOLUTELY need super speedy internet, I’d recommend tethering your phone. However, honestly? Try *not* to work. Embrace the escape. Put your phone away. Look at the mountains. Breathe the air. The world will survive without your spreadsheets for a week. You’ll be much happier for it. I’m speaking from experience. My first day, I spent, like, two hours just sitting on the deck, staring at the view, and just letting my head be free. It was the best "work" day I've had in years.
Are there any restaurants nearby? Because cooking every night would probably be a chore.
Yes, thankfully! Obervellach itself has a few good options, and the surrounding villages have even more. You'll find everything from traditional Austrian Gasthofs (cozy, hearty, and amazing strudel) to pizzerias, and even a few more upscale places. Do your research beforehand and make reservations, especially during peak season. I had a seriously amazing schnitzel one night, and a truly transcendent Apfelstrudel the next. The food in the area is generally outstanding, so take advantage! Just be prepared for the portions -- they're not messing around! You know how I said the kitchen was good? Well, the restaurants are great too, though, the choice really is yours.
What's the best time of year to visit?
Okay, this is tricky, because it depends on what you're after. Winter is obviously for skiing/snowboarding – and the Christmas markets are magical (though book well in advance!). Spring and fall offer stunning scenery (hiking!), fewer crowds, and gorgeous colors. Summer is perfect for hiking, biking, and enjoying the lakes. Honestly, there's no BAD time to visit. Each season offers something special. Personally? I’m leaning towards the shoulder seasons – spring or fall. The weather is usually lovely, the crowds are smaller, and the mountains are breathtaking in full color. But, really, you’re winning no matter when you go.
