Escape to Paradise: Relais Des Alpes, Your Dream Italian Alpine Hotel Awaits!
Escape to Paradise? More Like a Beautiful, Slightly Clumsy, But Ultimately Enchanting Adventure at Relais Des Alpes! (A Review)
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because I'm about to spill the (mountain) beans on Relais Des Alpes. They call it "Your Dream Italian Alpine Hotel." And, well, it mostly delivers. Mostly. Let's dive in, shall we? Before I forget all the details, because honestly, a week in the Alps makes your brain feel like well… melted fondue. (And trust me, I ate a LOT of fondue).
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(Accessibility - A Big Win!)
Okay, first things first – Accessibility. HUGE thumbs up here. They really get it. They are genuinely welcoming to guests with disabilities. Ramps were everywhere – actually, I felt like I was rolling into paradise! The hotel boasts wheelchair accessibility (major points!). It's not just lip service; it’s thoughtfully designed. They even have facilities for disabled guests… and actually make them functional! And the elevator - a lifesaver! This wasn’t an afterthought; it was clearly integrated into the design. I even noticed they had some rooms with additional toilets. Seriously, brilliant. (I’m not gonna go into details, but trust me, after a week hiking in those mountains, you need a good bathroom setup).
(On-Site Accessible Restaurants & Lounges – Check! Again!)
The accessible design extends to the dining areas and lounges. No tight, impossible-to-navigate tables. Plenty of space. And that’s important when you’re hauling around a plate piled high with pasta! I also loved the terrace – stunning views, easy access, and perfect for a pre-dinner Aperol Spritz. And lets not forget the Poolside Bar - now that's a view.
(Internet - Gotta Stay Connected, Even in Paradise!)
We're talking Internet access – wireless (thank the heavens!). Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! (And the Wi-Fi in public areas was surprisingly reliable, even with all those Instagram-obsessed tourists – myself included, ahem). The Internet [LAN] situation? Yeah, I didn't touch that one. Who needs a cable when you've got wireless? But I do appreciate having the option. Just in case.
(Things to Do & Ways to Relax - A Mountain of Options!)
Okay, the fun stuff! This place is pure indulgence.
- Spa/Sauna/Steamroom: Divine. I may or may not have spent a solid afternoon rotating between the sauna, the steamroom, and the spa itself. The Body scrub? Amazing! The Body wrap? Made me feel like I was marinating in pure relaxation. Worth every penny!
- Swimming Pool: The Swimming pool [outdoor] with the Pool with view… Look, I’m not kidding; it’s probably the single most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Floating in the pool, staring at those snow-capped peaks… I actually shed a tear. A tiny, happy tear. The pool with view definitely lived up to the hype. It's pure Instagram gold.
- Fitness Center/Gym/Fitness: Now, I'm not a gym rat, by any stretch of the imagination. But even I was tempted to hit the Fitness Center. They had everything you could possibly need, and the view from the treadmill… well, let’s just say it made the exercise almost enjoyable. Almost.
- Massage: Oh. My. Goodness. The Massage was heavenly. I’m pretty sure I fell asleep. And woke up feeling like a new person. Worth it!
(Cleanliness & Safety – (Almost) Impeccable!)
The COVID precautions? Impressive. They’re taking it seriously, in a way that’s reassuring without being too suffocating. Anti-viral cleaning products seemed to be used everywhere. Daily disinfection in common areas was evident. Hand sanitizer stations were plentiful. The staff were definitely trained in safety protocol. I felt safe. I'm not going to lie, I always have a little bit of anxiety, but i didn't feel like anything was out of order. And I am a very picky traveler.
- Room sanitization opt-out available: I mean, you can't control everything!
- Rooms sanitized between stays: This is a must.
- Sanitized kitchen and tableware items: This is very important.
- Safe dining setup: It was very well adapted to the situation, but still felt luxurious.
(Dining, Drinking, & Snacking - A Gastronomic Adventure!)
Okay, here's where things get really interesting. Let's talk about food. Because, hello, Italy.
Restaurants: The food was delicious. They have several Restaurants, and the menus offered a fantastic mix. Loved the Italian cuisine in restaurant and the International cuisine in restaurant. I even sampled some Asian cuisine in restaurant.
Breakfast Buffet: The Breakfast [buffet] was a glorious sight. A veritable mountain of deliciousness. Buffet in restaurant can be overwhelming, but this one was well organized. The Western breakfast options were hearty. And the coffee? Glorious. Strong enough to kickstart your day, but somehow still creamy and delicious.
Asian Breakfast: I would normally not opt for this, but was pleasantly surprised.
Coffee/tea in restaurant: Always a plus!
Room service [24-hour]: Perfect for those late-night pizza cravings!
Poolside bar: Delicious drinks and snacks.
Desserts in restaurant: Need I say more?
Vegetarian restaurant: This helped my friend, who is vegetarian.
Anecdote time! One evening, I ordered room service – a mountain of pasta, naturally – and, well, let's just say I accidentally spilled a significant amount of red sauce on their pristine white sheets. Mortified, I called down to the front desk expecting the third degree. Instead, the lovely woman on the phone just chuckled and said, "Don't worry, signorina, it happens! We'll take care of it." They were so gracious about it! It was a lesson of how important a great attitude can be.
A la carte in restaurant: Very useful.
Alternative meal arrangement: Very helpful.
Bar: Great for a drink or two.
Bottle of water: A nice touch.
Coffee shop: I frequented this one!
Happy hour: Even better!
Salad in restaurant: Healthy and good.
Snack bar: Very convenient.
Soup in restaurant: Essential in the Alps!
(Services and Conveniences - They've Thought of Everything!)
Honestly, the level of service at Relais Des Alpes is impressive.
- Concierge: Super helpful with making reservations, giving directions, and generally making you feel pampered.
- Cash withdrawal: Very important if you prefer cash.
- Currency exchange: Helpful as well.
- Daily housekeeping: Rooms were always spotless.
- Doorman: Always smiling and helpful.
- Dry cleaning and Laundry service: For the messy ones!
- Elevator: Always a plus!
- Facilities for disabled guests: Always a plus.
- Food delivery: Useful for grabbing meals.
- Gift/souvenir shop: Good for picking up those last-minute gifts.
- Luggage storage: Very helpful.
- Meeting/banquet facilities: For the business crowd.
- Safety deposit boxes: Peace of mind is priceless.
- Terrace: Always good!
(For the Kids - A Family-Friendly Escape!)
The hotel is Family/child friendly, offering things like Babysitting service and Kids facilities. It’s not overly geared towards children, which I appreciate. It still feels like a luxury hotel, not a daycare.
(Available in All Rooms - Details, Details, Details!)
The rooms themselves were beautifully appointed.
- Air conditioning: Essential!
- Alarm clock: Helped me wake up for breakfast!
- Bathrobes: Luxury!
- Bathroom phone: I didn't use it.
- **Blackout
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this ain't your grandma's meticulously planned itinerary. We're diving headfirst into a week at Hotel Relais Des Alpes in Sauze d'Oulx, Italy, and I'm pretty sure my sanity’s already on its way to the slopes…
Pre-Trip Panic & Packing Chaos (AKA: Why Did I Wait Until the Last Minute?)
- Day -3: The Great Luggage Crisis. So, I swear I'm not a hoarder, but my closet begs to differ. Packing for the mountains is a nightmare. Do I need three different levels of thermal underwear? Probably. Did I only remember this after spending 45 minutes wrestling with a suitcase that's clearly been on a diet of pure air? Absolutely. Panic-bought hand warmers and a slightly-too-bright neon ski jacket that I’m pretty sure screams "Tourist!" Fingers crossed it matches my inherent clumsiness.
- Day -1: Ciao, Laundry! Okay, maybe a teeny bit of hoarding. The laundry pile is… well, it's a monument to my procrastination. Finally wrestled with it. Found a rogue sock from last winter. Wondering if I should just wear the same socks the whole trip.
Day 1: Arrival, Jet Leg & a Questionable Pizza
- The Flight (and a Little Bit of Existential Angst): Woke up at 3 AM, convinced I'd missed the flight. Survived security (barely). The plane food tasted suspiciously like cardboard, but hey, free food, right? The endless expanse of clouds out the window always makes me feel like a tiny speck, and even though I was excited, this plane ride was enough to make me wonder if I was doing the right thing. I mean, what if I was destined to be a cat herder? It’s a legitimate career choice, people!
- Arrival at Relais Des Alpes: The Promise of Mountains & a Slightly Odd Smell: The drive from Turin airport was beautiful. Seriously, breathtaking. That whole postcard thing? REAL. Finally arrive at the hotel. It's charming. Like, aggressively charming. And there is a faint, almost intriguing, smell of… pine and old cheese? We'll call it "rustic."
- Dinner: Pizza of Questionable Origins. Jet lag had officially hit. Collapsing into the hotel restaurant. Ordered pizza, because… Italy. It arrived. Looked… interesting. Tasted… surprisingly tasty, despite looking a little bit like a culinary crime scene. Probably wasn't the best pizza ever, but every bite brought me peace from the long journey.
- Night: Falling asleep over a game of backgammon. The hotel has a small bar, so I tried to relax and drink local wine, then I found myself nodding off over a game of backgammon. I swear, I was winning…
Day 2: Slopes, Scrapes & A Near-Disaster with a Snowboard
- Morning: Gear Up (or Fail to Gear Up): Rental shop. The struggle is real. Boots felt like torture devices. Spent what felt like an hour trying to click into the snowboard. The guy helping was either incredibly patient, or secretly laughing at me. Probably both.
- The Slopes: More Falling Than Skiing (or Snowboarding, in My Case): First run. Took a tumble. Second run. Another tumble, but this time did it with a dramatic flair. Third run… well, let's just say my backside is now intimately acquainted with the Italian snow. I tried. I really did. But gravity seemed to have it in for me.
- Afternoon: The Accidental Off-Piste Adventure: Somehow, I ended up slightly off-piste. (Okay, maybe a lot off-piste). Near-death experience involving a tree and a snowdrift. Managed to pull myself out, covered in snow and dignity. Still, not good.
- Evening: Apres-Ski (and the Sweet Relief of a Hot Bath): Managed to survive long enough to experience apres-ski. Glühwein, a roaring fire, and the camaraderie of fellow snow-battered souls. Bliss. Followed by a hot bath so scalding that I'm pretty sure my skin is now permanently red.
Day 3: Embracing the Mess, and More Pizza.
- Morning: Ski Lessons (Take 2). Swallowed my pride and signed up for a lesson. My instructor, a charming Italian with piercing blue eyes, looked at me with a mixture of pity and amusement. He helped me, and I'm not saying I’m now good, but I can now slowly navigate down a green slope without completely wiping out. Progress! (Maybe).
- Afternoon: The View from the Top (and a Tiny Bit of Fear): Took the lift to the top of the mountain. The view was absolutely stunning. Breathtaking. But also… terrifying. The sheer drop! The wind! I lasted about five minutes before retreating back down to the relative safety of the green runs.
- Evening: Pizza Round 2 (With Lessons Learned): Tried a different pizzeria. This time, the pizza was heavenly. Thin crust, fresh ingredients, and a perfect balance of flavors. Proof that second chances are sometimes the best. I learned my lesson the first night. This was delicious, best meal of the trip so far, and now I know where to eat.
- Night: Hotel Bar Again: So many drinks, again, and so much conversation
Day 4: The Great Hike & The Case of the Missing Glove
- Morning: Hike! (And Questionable Footwear Choices)… Decided to take a hike. Thought I was prepared… until I realized I had forgotten my proper hiking boots. Did I wear sneakers? Yes. Was this the best decision? Probably not. Did it stop me from enjoying the crisp mountain air and the stunning views? Absolutely not!
- Afternoon: The Mystery of the Missing Glove: Somewhere on that hike, I lost a glove. A good glove. A warm glove. A glove that was probably judging me for wearing sneakers on a hike. Where did it go? Did it fall into a crevice and get snatched by a rogue marmot? Will I ever see it again? The world may never know.
- Evening: Italian Cooking Class (and the Accidental Burrata Explosion): Participated in the cooking class, and oh boy oh boy, was it hilarious. The chef (a short, energetic woman with a booming laugh) was a godsend. Made pasta from scratch. Almost set the kitchen on fire. Attempted a caprese salad with burrata cheese. It exploded. Mess everywhere. But the final result was delicious. And, let's be honest, the messy part was the most fun.
- Night: Hotel Lounge Again, With A Guitar. Who knew the hotel had a guitar? I gave it a shot, but it was bad. I ended up singing around the hotel bar.
- The Next Day: The Aftermath: Woke up with a cough, and the feeling of never wanting to drink again.
Day 5: Spa Day (and the Unexpected Comfort of Eucalyptus)
- Morning: Recovery. A day of sleep and relaxation.
- Afternoon: Spa Day: Melted into a cloud of warm water and exotic aromas. Tried the sauna. (Seriously hot!). Followed it with a cold plunge. (Seriously cold!). Got a massage that involved eucalyptus-scented oil. (Now my personal perfume). My muscles finally thanked me.
- Evening: Dinner in Town (and a Sudden Craving for French Fries): Ventured into the town of Sauze d’Oulx for dinner. Found a charming little trattoria. Ate delicious pasta. But also, suddenly, desperately wanted french fries. Don't ask me why. Sometimes, a girl just needs a big plate of fried potatoes.
- Night: Late-Night Revelations: Sitting in the bar with a bottle of wine. The conversation became deeper (or maybe more wine-fueled) with my new friends. Suddenly realized how much I love being alone, and away, but also how much I love my friends. Got emotional.
- Next Day: The Aftermath: Woke up with a pounding headache.
Day 6: The Unexpected Charm of Souvenirs & the Reality of Leaving
- Morning: Souvenir Shopping (The Art of the Bargain): Dedicated the morning to souvenir shopping. Found a ridiculously ugly ski hat. Bought it anyway. It's now my most prized possession. Haggled with a vendor over a wooden carving. (Victory!). Realized I’m a sucker for tourist traps.
"Escape to Paradise: Relais Des Alpes" - You Seriously Asked Me About This?! (FAQ...ish)
Okay, so, *why* Relais Des Alpes? What's the big deal, even? Aren’t there, like, a million alpine hotels?
Alright, settle down, tourist. Yes, a *million* is a slight exaggeration, but you get the point. There *are* a lot of places to put your weary head in the Alps. But Relais Des Alpes? It's different. It's not just some cookie-cutter, sterile place. Honestly, it almost felt...alive. And I'll tell ya, I've seen my share of hotel lobbies.
Look, the obvious stuff: the views are insane. Like, heart-stoppingly, "whoa, did I just accidentally wander into a postcard?" insane. The air? Crisp. The food? Forget about it. Specifically, the risotto one night? I think I actually *moaned* internally. (Okay, maybe externally, a little.) But beyond that... there's a certain *something*. It's the feeling of being utterly, completely... pampered. Like, they anticipate your needs before *you* even know what you need. I swear, I was thinking, "Hmm, I could really go for a hot chocolate..." and BAM! Suddenly, a steaming mug appears. Magic, I tell you, pure magic.
And the *staff*! Honestly, they're not just employees. They're like, friendly, helpful… people. Like, they remember your name, your coffee order, the fact that you lost your phone in the lobby (ahem). That alone makes it worth it. Definitely worth it after the hike I took that one day. The hike was a little too "extreme" for my taste. I almost fell... a few times.
Is it... expensive? Because, let's be honest...
Right, the elephant in the room, the big, fat, money-sucking question. Yes. It's not cheap. Let’s just be honest with ourselves. You’re not going to stumble upon Relais Des Alpes accidentally and think "Oh, what a charming little budget hotel!". This is a splurge. A major, "save-up-for-months-and-then-justify-it-to-your-significant-other" splurge.
However... (and this is a big "however")… you actually get what you pay for. I mean it, I was there and it was a splurge. They don’t skimp on *anything*. The sheets? Blissful. The toiletries? I spent a fortune trying to find them after I got home. The *service*? Impeccable. So, yeah, it's a chunk of change. But I’d almost argue, from the sheer joy of it, that it's *worth* it. Just start saving now. You’ll need to. Or, consider selling a kidney. No judgement.
What's the food like? Because you mentioned that risotto...
Oh, the food. The food is almost… criminal. In the best possible way! I'm not even kidding. I think I gained five pounds in three days. And I regretted *nothing*. The breakfast buffet? Seriously next level. Fresh pastries, homemade jams, mountains of cheese… I practically had to be rolled out of there every morning.
And yes, the risotto. The risotto was a religious experience. I'm not even a huge risotto person, usually. Too much work, too much stirring. But this… this was something else. Creamy, perfectly cooked, bursting with flavor… I actually went back to the kitchen (sheepishly, I admit) and begged the chef for the recipe. He just smiled. Probably because I looked like a slobbering, food-obsessed maniac. I didn’t blame him. He wouldn’t give me the recipe, obviously. Which, now that I think about it, is probably for the best. My attempts would just be a disaster.
And the wine! Oh, the wine list. I’m wincing just thinking about the bill, but man, it was worth every single Euro. Every single one. Especially the Pinot Noir that went down way too easy, one night. Ah, the memories…
What's the vibe? Is it all stuffy, or actually fun?
Okay, this is key. Because I *hate* stuffy. HAAAAAATE it. And thankfully, Relais Des Alpes is NOT stuffy. It's elegant, yes. Refined, absolutely. But it’s also...relaxed. It’s the kind of place where you can wander around in your pajamas, if you're so inclined. (I may or may not have done this, once or twice… don't judge me).
The staff is warm and welcoming. They're genuinely happy to see you. You can tell they love what they do, which makes all the difference. There are cozy nooks with roaring fireplaces, perfect for curling up with a book (and a glass of wine, naturally). The atmosphere is sophisticated, but not intimidating. Think… cozy, but chic. Luxurious, but approachable. Relaxing, but still... *interesting*. I spent half my time trying to figure out how they managed to get that perfect balance. It's a true art form.
Tell me about the spa. Because, let's be honest, that's a big selling point.
Alright, let's talk spa. Because honestly, the spa is probably where I achieved peak relaxation. I got a massage there, and the memory still makes my shoulders unclench. The place is huge, and it kind of makes you feel like you’re floating. There’s a pool, saunas… all the good stuff.
But the real kicker? The outdoor jacuzzi. Picture this: Snow falling softly, the crisp mountain air on your face, and you're submerged in steaming hot water, gazing at the snow-capped peaks. Pure. Bliss. I think I stayed in there for about three hours, occasionally emerging to top up my glass of prosecco. The only downside? It was so relaxing that, when I finally crawled out, I could barely walk. My legs had turned into jelly. It took me a solid half-hour to get back to my room, during which I narrowly avoided face-planting on several occasions. Worth it? Oh, hell yes. Absolutely worth it. Even if I did look like a slightly tipsy, semi-paralyzed fool for a while. No regrets.
Are there activities? Or am I just supposed to sit around and be pampered? (Not a bad thing, just, you know…)
You absolutely *can* just sit around and be pampered. And honestly, you might be tempted to do just that. Because, hey, relaxing is a valid activity. But yes, there are activities! They have all sorts of things. Hiking, skiing (obviously, it's the Alps!), snowshoeing, even guided tours.
I did a hiking tour. It was *harder* than I expected. I, a person who considers walking to the fridge exercise, ended up huffing and puffing and questioning all my life choices. But the views...Staynado
