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Unbelievable Belvilla Deal: Pizzamiglio Due, Moneglia, Italy - Or, My Italian Dream… With a Sprinkle of Chaos
Okay, listen up, because I just got back from Pizzamiglio Due in Moneglia, Italy, booked through Belvilla, and I have to tell you about it. Forget the polished brochures, the airbrushed photos – this is the real deal, and I'm still mentally unpacking. So, buckle up, grab a (hopefully not lukewarm) coffee, and let’s dive into this… well, let’s call it an experience.
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First off, that "Unbelievable Deal" in the name? Yeah, I was skeptical too. But hey, the pictures looked gorgeous, the location – Moneglia, on the Ligurian coast – practically screamed "Instagram gold," and the price was… well, let's just say it didn't bankrupt me.
Arrival & First Impressions (And a Slight Panic)
Getting there was an adventure. The airport transfer… let's say the driver was enthusiastic about Italian opera, and I'm pretty sure he took a detour through a scenic goat farm. But hey, we arrived! And the exterior? Pizzamiglio Due is charming! Think sun-drenched terracotta, rambling vines, and those classic Italian shutters. This is where I tripped on the entrance stairs. I swear, the cobblestones are designed to humble you. Not exactly accessible, but hey, beauty has its price, right? (Or should I say, price has its beauty?)
Accessibility - Mostly… Okay. Could be Better. Maybe.
Alright, let’s get to the nitty-gritty. This is where things get a little… complicated. The website did mention facilities for disabled guests. Technically, yes. But practically? The main entrance is a no-go for a wheelchair (those stairs!). Access to some areas, like the pool (beautiful pool with a view, by the way!) requires negotiating some uneven stone pathways. Inside, the elevator was… well, let's just say I wouldn't want to be claustrophobic. But the rooms themselves? Spacious enough, and the bathroom was… mostly manageable. So, it's a mixed bag. They try, bless their hearts, but this isn’t the Four Seasons. It's rustic charm, and sometimes that charm trips you up.
Rooms: My Little Italian Sanctuary (Kinda)
My room? Ah, yes. The "Available in all rooms" list is long and impressive. Air conditioning (a lifesaver in August), alarm clock, bathrobes (nice touch!), mini-bar (expensive, but hey, convenience!), hairdryer, in-room safe (always a good idea), Wi-Fi (free!) – all present and accounted for. The bed? Comfortable, with an extra-long option (thank god, because I’m tall). The blackout curtains were fantastic – vital for avoiding the early Italian sun. I loved having a window I could open; it was great to hear the chatter of life outside. But… there was this slight aroma of… well, let’s call it "old Italian plumbing." Nothing a bit of air freshener couldn’t handle, though!
Internet – Keeping Me Connected (Sort Of)
Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! Huzzah! And it mostly worked. Think… sporadic. Perfect for posting envy-inducing photos on Instagram, less perfect for a video conference call with the boss. Internet [LAN]? I didn't even attempt that. We’re here to relax, remember?!
Food, Glorious Food (And the Occasional Hiccup)
Okay, let's talk food. This is where Pizzamiglio Due shines. The in-house restaurant is a must. I started every day with the Western breakfast - fresh croissants, fruit, amazing coffee and the occasional plate of scrambled eggs. It was… idyllic. There was also an Asian breakfast, but I wasn't feeling that adventurous at 7 am.
The restaurant itself offers various things: a la carte, a buffet, and a chance to sample some of the best Ligurian cuisine I've ever tasted. I tried everything from the freshly caught seafood to the pesto (duh, it's Liguria!). I went to the salad bar and could not get enough. The pasta, made fresh daily, was divine. There's a bar poolside, which, let's be honest, is critical. You can also order room service 24 hours a day to have food brought to you. Desserts? Oh, the desserts! I’m still dreaming of that tiramisu. Vegetarian options seemed plentiful, but I was having too much fun with the meat dishes. I’m pretty sure I gained five pounds from just existing in the vicinity of the restaurant.
But… (there’s always a “but,” isn’t there?)… Service could be a bit… leisurely. And I experienced an alternative meal arrangement when they ran out of my first choice… which ended with me eating a surprise plate of something I think was rabbit. The restaurant was also equipped with sterilizing equipment. They really focus on their cleanliness and safety.
Relaxation, Rejuvenation, and the Pursuit of Bliss
Okay, let's talk "ways to relax." The pool with a view speaks for itself, it was just gorgeous! The spa had the usual suspects: sauna, steamroom, spa/sauna. They even offered body scrubs and body wraps if you were feeling particularly decadent. I opted for the massage, which was pure bliss. The masseuse used some fragrant oils, and I think I drifted off to sleep for a good portion of it. After that, I felt like a new human. I highly recommend it! The gym and fitness center… well, let's just say I stuck to the walking around Moneglia and the occasional dip in the pool. (I'm on vacation, people!). But I did see someone in there, so it's there, if you want it.
Cleanliness, Safety, and the Feeling of Being Cared For
I have to give a nod to the cleanliness. They were on it. They obviously had a hygiene certification. The staff wore masks, sanitizer was everywhere, and they even used anti-viral cleaning products. Rooms were sanitized between stays. They offered room sanitization opt-out available, but I didn't even consider it. It felt safe. I knew I was dining in a safe dining setup. I appreciated knowing the staff was trained in safety protocol. Shared stationery removed. I loved that.
More Than Just a Place to Sleep
The list of "Services and conveniences" is extensive. There’s a concierge, daily housekeeping, laundry service, and even a convenience store. I loved the terrace; it was great for people-watching. They have a small gift shop. The meeting/banquet facilities looked impressive, although I wasn’t there for a convention. Cash withdrawal was a nice perk. They even have a doorman and a security team.
For the Kids, and the Hopeful Romantics
Family-friendly? Yes. They have babysitting services, kids facilities, and kids meals. Perfect for making the most of your vacation! They have a proposal spot. I hope they have a happy ending!
Getting Around – Italian Style
Airport transfer? Check. Car park [free of charge]? Double-check. Valet parking? Yes. Getting around Moneglia is easy enough on foot, but if you want to explore further afield, you’ll need a car or a taxi. I tried using the taxi service, and it worked. In Italy, they really want you to get where you need to be.
The Quirks, the Imperfections, the Things That Made it Real
Okay, here’s the thing. Pizzamiglio Due isn’t perfect. The Wi-Fi can be temperamental. Sometimes service is slow. The stairs and cobblestones… well, they’re not exactly conducive to effortless mobility. But it’s those imperfections that make it so… charming.
One day, I was wandering around, and I saw a small shrine in the corner. I thought, "How Italian!" It's those little details, the lived-in feel, the genuine warmth of the staff, that make Pizzamiglio Due special. It's not a sterile, cookie-cutter hotel. It’s a place with a soul.
My Verdict:
Would I go back to Pizzamiglio Due? Absolutely. Despite the slightly haphazard accessibility, the occasionally slow service, and the minor plumbing issues, the location, the food, the views, and the general atmosphere stole my heart. It was, dare I say, unforgettable. It's the kind of place that leaves you with a head full of happy memories and a yearning to return. Just… maybe take some good walking shoes. And perhaps, a phrasebook for Italian plumbing emergencies.
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Okay, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your sanitized, Instagram-perfect travel itinerary. This is the real deal. We're going to Moneglia, Italy, and we're going to experience it like actual, glorious humans. Specifically, we're talking about Belvilla by OYO Pizzamiglio Due (fingers crossed it's not a complete disaster, amirite?). Here's what I think we’re doing, interspersed with my inner monologue, because let's be honest, that's the best part:
Day 1: Arrival and the Great Italian Grocery Store Panic
- Time: Whenever the heck the flight lands. (Praying it's not a 3 AM arrival… I'm past that.)
- Action: Get through customs (hopefully without looking like a complete mess, which is always my goal). Find the rental car. Curse the rental car company (it's practically a tradition at this point).
- Internal Monologue: Okay, okay, deep breaths. Italy. Pasta. Gelato (the ultimate currency). But first… the car. Pray for a stick shift that isn't held together with spit and prayers. And do NOT, under any circumstances, lose your passport. I swear I'll cry.
- Imperfection: Knowing me, I'll probably forget something crucial, like my toothbrush or, even worse, the adapter for my hair straightener. (Priorities, people!) I am also likely to forget which side of the road everyone drives on and accidentally almost cause a crash within five minutes of getting behind the wheel.
- The Grand Grocery Store Gamble: Finding the grocery store. Praying it has gluten-free pasta and a decent selection of wine. Buying enough food to feed a small army, because, let's face it, I always overestimate. Will I remember where the olive oil is? The cheese? Oh god, the cheese. I hope they have pecorino. I love pecorino. Okay, I think I need a snack, just to calm myself down from the grocery store stress.
Day 2: Moneglia, Beach Bliss (and Sunburn Panic)
- Time: 8:00 AM (or whenever the sun decides to grace us with its presence, because #vacation).
- Action: Explore the local beaches. Find a spot, set up camp. Scream with joy at the sight of the turquoise water. (It's what I do.)
- Internal Monologue: Ugh, sunblock! Do I have enough? Did I pack enough? Hopefully. I'm probably forgetting some.
- Imperfection: I'm absolutely going to get burnt to a crisp. I never learn. I will probably end up with a ridiculous sunburn pattern that makes me look like a lobster on a bender. I'll also inevitably forget to bring something vital – maybe a towel, maybe a hat. Or maybe my brain.
- Quirky Observation: The Italians. They're so effortlessly stylish, even at the beach. I'll be there, looking like a beached whale in my ill-fitting swimwear, while they're sipping Aperol Spritzes and looking fabulous. Life is unfair.
- The Beach Bar Revelation: Finding a beach bar. Ordering something ridiculously expensive but delicious. Watching the waves. Realizing that this is, in fact, paradise.
Day 3: Camogli or Not to Camogli, That is the Question (And Hiking That's Probably Not For Me)
- Time: Morning… or potentially the entire day, if I get lost.
- Action: Decide between a day trip to Camogli (cute fishing village, apparently) or a hike… or let's be serious, I'm probably going to just nap.
- Internal Monologue: Camogli? Sounds charming. But… hiking? My legs are already screaming at me from the beach. Maybe just Camogli. Maybe just gelato. Definitely gelato.
- Emotional Reaction: Pure, unadulterated excitement for gelato. Fear of heights. Panic about getting lost in a foreign country. The usual.
- Messy Structure: Alright… Let's say the hike - even the thought of it makes me want to lie down. But if I do go to Camogli, I probably should just get it over with. The best part is the food, right?
- The Gelato Double Down: If I do make it to Camogli, I'm committing to a gelato overload. Multiple flavors. Two scoops. Maybe three. Don't judge me. This is my vacation. I'm going to eat gelato until I explode. And then I'll eat more gelato.
Day 4: Pesto-Making Adventure (and Potential Disaster)
- Time: Mid-morning. (Because, again, vacation.)
- Action: Attempt to make pesto. This could go horribly, hilariously wrong. Buy the ingredients. Get instructions. Cope.
- Internal Monologue: Pesto! Authentic Ligurian pesto! I am SO going to mess this up. I bet I put too much garlic. Or not enough. Or I somehow accidentally make… I don’t know… green sludge?
- Opinionated Language: I'm calling it right now: the pesto will be either an absolute culinary triumph or a complete disaster. There is no in-between.
- The Culinary Catastrophe (or Triumph): Chopping the basil. Crushing the garlic. Grating the cheese (will I remember whether to use a coarse or fine grater? Probably not). Blending everything together. Praying for the best, bracing myself for the worst.
- Rambles: I'm already picturing all the things I'm going to put the pesto on, even if it's a disaster. Pasta, of course. Maybe even on toast, as a snack. No, no, no, too much. That pesto is going to be all mine. And maybe, just maybe, I'll remember to save some to bring home. Let's be honest, probably not.
Day 5: Coastal Exploration and Wine Tasting (and Praying for No Traffic)
- Time: Whenever the jet lag allows.
- Action: Drive along the coast. Visit some charming villages (or at least attempt to). Find a winery. Do some wine tasting (responsibly…ish).
- Internal Monologue: Okay, driving in Italy. Focus, focus. Don't get distracted by the scenery. Which is going to be impossible. Wine tasting. I love wine. I better not drink too much.
- Stronger Emotional Reaction: Anticipation bordering on euphoria for the wine tasting. Dread regarding the Italian drivers.
- The Perfect Moment: Wine tasting in a vineyard, preferably with a stunning view and a gentle breeze. That's the dream. It seems so perfect, and the perfect thing in an imperfect world.
- The Traffic Nightmare: Getting stranded. Honking horns. Lost in a maze of tiny roads. This is going to happen, and I have already accepted this.
Day 6: Departure… and the Post-Vacation Blues
- Time: Whenever the hell the flight departs.
- Action: Pack. Cry a little. Say goodbye to Moneglia. Promise to come back. Forever.
- Internal Monologue: It's not over yet. But maybe… just maybe… it's been the best vacation I've had in a very, very long time.
- Messier Structure: Before the flight… one more gelato. And one last look at the sea. I should buy some souvenirs – but which ones? The perfect ones? Do the perfect ones even exist?
- The Emotional Breakdown: The post-vacation blues are real. The memories. The pictures. The things I'm going to tell everyone back home.
- Final Thought: This has been crazy, and crazy good! Fingers crossed, Belvilla doesn't suck! Now, let's get my ass to Italy!
So there you have it. My completely honest, slightly rambling, and probably very imperfect travel itinerary for Moneglia. Wish me luck, because I'm going to need it. And if you see a slightly sunburned, gelato-covered woman wandering around looking utterly lost, it's probably me. Ciao!
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Unbelievable Belvilla Deal: Pizzamiglio Due, Moneglia, Italy - You HAVE to Know Before You Go! (Seriously... Read This. I'm Begging You.)
Okay, so you're thinking about Pizzamiglio Due in Moneglia, Italy. Good choice! (Or, at least, potentially a good choice... let's see). This isn't your typical brochure-speak FAQ. This is me, a regular human who's *been there, done that, and probably spilled olive oil on the t-shirt* version. Prepare yourselves (and your patience)!
1. What even *is* Pizzamiglio Due, anyway? Is it... good?
Look, "good" is relative, people. It's a Belvilla rental, so think: apartment or small villa, potentially with a pool (cross your fingers!). Pizzamiglio Due is nestled in Moneglia, which is a *gorgeous* little coastal town. Picture this: colorful buildings clinging to the cliffs, the smell of fresh pesto wafting from the trattorias... It’s the kind of place that makes you want to buy a Vespa and learn Italian (which I *strongly* recommend, even though my Italian barely stretches to "un bicchiere di vino, per favore").
**My experience(The good and the ugly):** My buddy Dave and I booked a villa, a bit of a gamble as the pictures were suspiciously perfect. We arrived late, *exhausted* from the train, and the keys... were in a lockbox. Easy peasy, right? Wrong. The lockbox was hidden under a pile of, what appeared to be, bird poop. Lovely. After 20 minutes of fumbling and mild panic (fueled by a lack of coffee and the fear of being homeless in Italy), we got in. The villa? Stunning. Panoramic views. Pool. Bliss... until the mosquitos discovered us. Oh, the mosquitos! Pack repellent. Seriously. Pack it *now*.
2. Okay, location-wise... is Moneglia actually *convenient*? Or am I going to be hiking up a mountain every day?
Moneglia is *pretty* convenient, relatively speaking. It's on the train line, so getting there is fairly straightforward. The town itself is walkable, which is a *huge* plus. You can wander to the beach, the shops, the restaurants easily. HOWEVER... and this is a big "however"... the terrain is hilly. Like, seriously hilly. Expect to climb stairs. A lot of stairs. Consider it your daily workout, and embrace the glutes of steel you'll develop.
**My experience:** We ended up finding our own private beach (rocky, but the sea was crystal clear). The only downside was the trek down the cliff was harrowing. Every day! I nearly lost my grip on my beach towel a few times. But the pasta at the beachside trattoria? Worth it. Absolutely. Worth. It.
3. What about the practical stuff? Wi-fi? Kitchen? Parking? My sanity depends on this.
Belvilla, right? So, it's a gamble. Wi-fi *might* be included. Read the fine print. If it's there, it's likely slow, patchy, and prone to disappearing entirely at peak pasta-cooking times. The kiss of death to that Instagram post. The kitchen? Usually functional, but the equipment varies wildly. Sometimes you get a state-of-the-art setup; sometimes you get a single, sad frying pan and a knife that looks like it was carved from a potato. *Pack a corkscrew.* Seriously. Please. Don't be that person, wandering around Moneglia at 9 pm, desperate for a bottle of wine and a means to opening it.
Parking? Pray there's parking. Spaces are tight, scarce, and often involve strategic maneuvers that would make a Formula 1 driver sweat. Some places have designated parking, which is gold. Other places? You’re on your own. Be prepared to circle the block, become intimately familiar with the local residents, and potentially develop a few new gray hairs.
**My experience: Wi-Fi was practically non-existent.** And the kitchen? Forget about fancy cooking. The biggest trauma? The broken coffee machine. My fault, I panicked, and, in an attempt to clean the machine that I could not understand, I broke it. We ended up *begging* the kindly barista across the street for our daily caffeine fix. They probably thought we were insane. I wouldn't have trusted me if I'd seen me!
4. What can I *do* in Moneglia and the surrounding area? Besides eat pizza and drink wine (although...)?
Moneglia is a great base for exploring the Cinque Terre (though don't expect a *quick* trip – it's not that close, despite what Google Maps might suggest). Hiking trails abound - some are easy, but many are... intense. There are boat trips, beaches, and of course, endless opportunities for gelato consumption. And the markets! Oh, the markets! They're a sensory overload of fresh produce, local cheeses, and enough cured meats to give you a food coma for a week.
**My Experience:** The most wonderful part of our trip was that we rented a little boat one day. We sailed along the coast, got to see the Cinque Terre from the sea, and had a picnic of Italian sandwiches. The views were amazing; the water was clear. I'd go back for that day alone.
5. Is it good for families? Or is it more of a romantic getaway kind of vibe?
Moneglia is pretty family-friendly. There's a nice beach, and plenty of gentle walks. But seriously, the stair climbing gets old. Kids do make that walk to the beach, that hike to the shops, *more* challenging. Moneglia is also romantic! Just, be prepared for the "romantic" parts of "romantic getaway" to be interrupted by children.
**My Ancecdote:** We saw a family with a small child. The child started crying because he wanted to go in the sea, but the water was too cold. We had to abandon our boat trip because of that. It was still a great family trip, though!
6. Is this deal *actually* as unbelievable as the ad says? (I'm skeptical, and rightfully so.)
"Unbelievable" is a strong word. Bargain? Possibly. Good value? Potentially. Is it going to be perfect? Almost certainly not. BUT, if you go in with realistic expectations, a sense of adventure, and a healthy dose of patience, you could have an amazing time.
7. Would you go back?
Absolutely! Even with the mosquito bites, the shaky Wi-Fi, and the broken coffee machine. Moneglia, with all its quirks, has a charm that's hard to resist. Just don't tell *everyone* about it, okay? I want to keep some of that charm all to myself!
