Escape to Paradise: Belvilla's Rio Uno Sesta Godano Gem!
Escape to Paradise: Belvilla's Rio Uno Sesta Godano Gem! - A Review That's Actually Real (And Maybe a Little Rambly)
Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because I'm about to spill the beans (and maybe a little prosecco) on Belvilla's Rio Uno in Sesta Godano. This isn't your perfectly-polished, PR-approved review. This is real. We're talking warts and all, folks. Prepare yourselves.
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(Okay, back to the chaos!)
So, we booked this place, right? Rio Uno. Sounded idyllic. Rolling hills of Italy? Yes, please! Promise of relaxation? Double yes! But let's be real, any vacation with small children is less "rolling hills" and more "rolling tantrums."
Accessibility: (Let's get this out of the way, since it's important) They say "facilities for disabled guests." Okay, I'm not exactly disabled myself (yet!), but my mother-in-law uses a cane. Navigating the property was…well, let's just say it involved some strategically placed handrails and a lot of patience. The elevator was a godsend, though! (Grudgingly, 4/5 stars for effort.) Not perfect, but not a complete disaster either.
Internet Access/Wi-Fi: Free Wi-Fi in all rooms? YES! Glorious, beautiful, essential Wi-Fi. I'm a digital nomad at heart, so this was critical. And it actually worked! Praise the wifi-gods! The speed was decent, allowing me to do some zoom calls, and not feel like I was in the stone age. (5/5 stars - because, seriously, Wi-Fi.) Internet ([LAN]) was also available for when I wanted to work, but I will admit I didn't make use of it.
The Things We Did (And the Times I Wanted to Scream into a Pillow):
- Things to do: There were walks available. Beautiful walks! We went on one. It involved a near-death experience with a rogue sheep and a toddler who decided to mimic a mudslide. Let's just say the "relaxing" part wasn't quite what was advertised.
- Ways to Relax: Allegedly, there was a spa. Did I get to use it? Nope. Kids, remember? The idea of a Sauna, a Spa, some Massage, a Steamroom, the Spa/Sauna combination. It all sounds fantastic. But the reality? More like "Where's the diaper bag?" and "Is that someone else's kid screaming?" Still, the thought was nice.
- Swimming Pool [outdoor]: Ah, the pool. The shimmering blue promise of serenity. It was gorgeous! The Pool with a view was as advertised. Sadly, my attempts at a graceful entrance were marred by a near-miss with a rogue inflatable flamingo. The kids loved it. I got sunburned. Worth it.
- Fitness Center/Gym/Fitness: Found it. Used it…once. Because, see above: kids. Maybe I could have escaped for a quick sweat session if I'd hidden in the closet.
- Let's talk Body Stuff! Okay, there were options for some Body Scrubs and Body Wraps. The brochures and posters looked amazing…again with the kids problem. I couldn't escape to experience these.
Cleanliness and Safety:
- Cleanliness and Safety Looked good. The usual stuff during these COVID-times: Daily disinfection in common areas, Hand sanitizer everywhere. I appreciated the Hygiene certification. Felt safe, which is important at the end of the day. Anti-viral cleaning products are my jam now. I would have like a Room sanitization opt-out available, you know, just in case.
- Staff trained in safety protocols? Seemed so. Staff were wearing their masks and distancing. I am not sure if they had Sterilizing equipment or not, but it was likely, since the place seemed very clean.
- Safe dining setup? Yes. Sanitized kitchen and tableware items. Yes. Safe dining setup, also yes.
- The COVID stuff was there: Physical distancing of at least 1 meter.
- Rooms sanitized between stays? I would assume so. It made us feel comfortable. I felt safe, and that's important.
- Individually-wrapped food options at the breakfast.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking…Oh, My Gosh, the Food!
This is where Rio Uno really shines. I am a foodie, no doubt. The food saved the vacation, honestly.
- Restaurants: There were restaurants! Plural!
- Breakfast [Buffet]: The breakfast was amazing. Buffet in restaurant; Western breakfast, perfect for the pickiest eaters. Fresh pastries, incredible coffee. I almost forgot about the small people screaming around me. They also had Asian breakfast, but I am not that daring.
- Restaurants!! They had an A la carte in restaurant menu! What did I have? The most amazing plate of pasta I've ever tasted. Okay, maybe not ever, but certainly in the top five. The flavors! The textures!! My tastebuds sang. They also had…
- Coffee/tea in restaurant : Excellent coffee. I had coffee, tea in the morning with breakfast. The best cup of coffee in my life!
- Desserts in restaurant: I am a dessert person. They had this amazing tiramisu that I could have easily eaten five of.
- Desserts in restaurant I would definitely order Desserts in Restaurant
- Happy hour: There was a happy hour! More prosecco, please!
- Poolside bar The poolside bar was magical!
- Vegetarian restaurant I didn't try the vegetarian restaurant, but the options looked appealing
- Western cuisine in restaurant As you know, I am Western cuisine person
- Asian cuisine in restaurant I am not that daring
- Salad in restaurant I had salad in the restaurant. It as a great salad.
- Snack bar The snack bar had great snacks.
- Soup in restaurant I had soup. Good stuff.
- Coffee shop I always go to the coffee shop.
- Bar: The Bar had great drinks and great bartenders.
- Bottle of water Did they have a bottle of water? Yes!
- Room service [24-hour] I ordered room service. It was good.
- Alternative meal arrangement I think the menu has options for everyone.
(Rambling Moment: The Pasta!)
Seriously, that pasta… It was so good, that I almost snuck into the kitchen to find out the secret. I would have done it if the toddlers hadn't been clinging to my legs, demanding more juice. I think I might have dreamt about it the next night. That's how good it was. I'm still craving it. I am going to recreate that recipe.
(Back to the review!)
Services and Conveniences:
- Concierge: There was a concierge! They were helpful, but I never quite figured out what they actually did beyond point me towards the nearest coffee machine.
- Daily housekeeping: They cleaned the room daily, which was fantastic, because, well, kids.
- Elevator: Essential. See "Accessibility" above.
- Laundry service: I used the laundry service. It was a godsend.
- Luggage storage: They let us leave our luggage there.
- Cash withdrawal: They had cash withdrawal.
- Gift/souvenir shop: The gift shop was pricey.
- Meeting/banquet facilities: There were meeting rooms in the lobby.
- Outdoor venue for special events: There was also an outdoor venue.
(Side note: CCTV in common areas was a bit Big Brother-ish for my taste, but hey, I can't complain. Security [24-hour] is a plus, I guess.)
For the Kids:
- Babysitting Service: There was a babysitting service. Note to self: Use it next time!
- Family/Child Friendly: Yes! They actually expected kids. This is a rare and beautiful thing.
- Kids facilities: They had kids facilities!
- Kids Meal: They
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because this isn't your grandma's meticulously planned travel itinerary. This is a journey… a glorious, messy, Italian adventure powered by caffeine, questionable life choices, and a healthy dose of "winging it." We're going to Belvilla by OYO Rio Uno in Sesta Godano, Italy, and trust me, it's gonna be interesting.
The "Pre-Departure Anxiety & Realization That I Pack Like a Squirrel" Phase
- Day 0 (The Day Before Disaster): The swirling vortex of packing begins. I’m positive I own more mismatched socks than actual pairs. My checklist looks less like a plan and more like a panicked plea to the universe. Sunscreen? Check? Passport? Praying to the gods of bureaucracy that it hasn't expired. Realizing I'm bringing seven books (I’m clearly deluded in thinking I’ll have time to read them all) is the first sign of trouble.
- Day 0 (Night): The "pre-vacation celebratory pasta binge." This is crucial. It’s the fuel for the chaos. Spaghetti carbonara – because, Italy. And then, the classic: last-minute panic googling of "Italian phrases I (probably) won't be able to pronounce." "Prego" and "Grazie" are my weapons of choice for now. This is where the first wave of "OMG, what if I forget something?!" hits. Did I remember the adapter? Deep breaths…
Arrival and Initial Impressions: Expectation vs. Reality (Spoiler: Reality Wins)
- Day 1 (Touchdown and Tumble): Flight. Finally, the airport. The overwhelming excitement, mixed with sheer exhaustion from the flight. Then the car rental debacle. "Yes, I have a valid international driver's license. No, I don't understand why this tiny Fiat is the only car available." The drive to Sesta Godano is… scenic. Winding roads, breathtaking views (when I’m not clinging to the wheel for dear life), and a growing realization that GPS is a cruel, sarcastic liar. The Belvilla place? Rio Uno? It’s… charming. Rustic. Let's go with "charmingly rustic." There's a faint smell of woodsmoke, a chorus of cicadas, and the immediate need for a very strong espresso.
- Day 1 (Afternoon): The first encounter with the local grocery store. The sheer volume of pasta types is overwhelming. I end up buying three different kinds, convinced each is the key to unlocking culinary nirvana. Also, the cheese. Oh, the cheese. The guy at the counter doesn’t speak much English, but we somehow communicate through hand gestures, smiles, and me pointing frantically at… well, everything. Success! I have cheese. Victory.
- Day 1 (Evening): Dinner. I attempt my first Italian meal. The pasta, bless its heart, is slightly overcooked. The sauce, though… absolute heaven. I somehow manage to burn the garlic bread. Sigh. But the view from the balcony as the sun sets? Unforgettable. The emotional reaction? Pure contentment. This is what it's all about.
- Day 1 (Night): Trying to decipher the washing machine instructions. They are in Italian, of course. Feeling utterly defeated. I'll just hand wash my clothes, like a time traveler from the 18th century.
The "Exploring, Eating, and Possibly Embarrassing Myself" Phase
Day 2 (The Cinque Terre Dream): The Cinque Terre! The colorful villages clinging to the cliffs. The promise of pesto. The reality? Crowds. Intense crowds. But the views? Worth it. The train ride is packed, akin to being a sardine in a can. But the beauty of Manarola, Vernazza, and Monterosso (the ones I managed to see) is worth it. The pesto? Truly divine. Dipping the Focaccia bread into it… chef's kiss.
Day 2 (Afternoon): Gelato time! I order “pistacchio.” The vendor gives me a look that could curdle milk. Turns out, I probably mispronounced it. But the gelato? Phenomenal. I purchase a second one, just to make sure. Research, you know? The emotional high is real.
Day 2 (Evening): Back at the villa. Attempting a traditional Italian fish recipe. The fish is… interesting. Let’s just say I’m pretty certain I set off the smoke alarm. The neighbors are probably convinced a pyromaniac has moved in. Oh well, time to drink some wine and enjoy the view.
Day 3 (The Godano Gamble and Hidden Gems): Deciding to actually explore Sesta Godano. Turns out, it's more interesting than I initially thought. We wander through the narrow, winding streets, completely lost, but in the best way. I stumble upon a tiny, family-run trattoria. The food is simple, honest, and the best meal so far. The owner, a sweet old woman, doesn't speak English but keeps refilling my glass of wine. This is the Italy I dreamed about. This is the memory I need.
Day 3 (Afternoon): Doubling down on the experience! A long walk in the hills surrounding the vila with my camera to the top of a small hill. I take pictures of the landscape and watch the sunset from my new viewpoint. It is beautiful.
Day 3 (Night): Another attempt at cooking. This time, a much simpler dish. The result? Edible! Progress! The feeling of satisfaction paired with a glass of wine is pure bliss.
The "Almost But Not Quite Ready to Leave" Phase… or The "I Miss My Dog But Also, This Is Amazing" Stage
- Day 4 (Relaxation and Reflection): An attempt at doing nothing. Just sitting on the balcony, reading one of the seven books I brought. Actually succeeding in doing so, even if only for an hour, is a monumental achievement. The emotional reaction? Blissful peace. Wondering how I'm going to go back to the real world.
- Day 4 (Afternoon): A day trip to Portofino. Because, why not? The yachts are obscene. The people are beautiful and well-dressed. I feel like a clumsy tourist. But the harbor? Absolutely stunning. I secretly want to be a yacht owner.
- Day 4 (Evening): The final Italian dinner. This time, I’m leaving it to the professionals. A wonderful restaurant in a nearby town. The pasta is perfect, the wine is flowing, and I’m attempting to use the few Italian phrases I’ve actually managed to learn. Feeling a bittersweet mix of contentment and sadness. The thought of leaving this magical place is heartbreaking.
Day 5 (Departure - The bittersweet farewell)
- Day 5 (Morning): The dreaded packing returns, and I managed to fit everything in. Leaving the villa is hard. I’ve fallen in love with the pace of life, the food and the beautiful scenery. The drive back to the airport is quiet. I replay the memories, the laughs, the near-disasters.
- Day 5 (Afternoon): The flight home. I am exhausted, sun-kissed, and slightly pasta-shaped. As I look out the plane window, I promise myself to come back. And I promise to learn more Italian next time, and I promise that I'll read all the books. And next time I'm going to try and be more prepared.
Final Thoughts (Because I Can't Help Myself):
This trip wasn't perfect. I burned the garlic bread. I got lost. I probably butchered the local language. But it was real. Flawed. Unforgettable. And that, my friends, is the true magic of travel. I'll be back, Italia. Just you wait. And maybe, maybe, I'll learn to pack less like a squirrel next time. Maybe.
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Escape to Paradise: Rio Uno Sesta Godano Gem! - The Messy Truth (and My Honest Opinion)
Okay, spill the beans. Is this Belvilla Rio Uno place REALLY as amazing as those pictures make it out to be?
Alright, buckle up, because the truth is... it's complicated. The pictures? Yeah, they're pretty. Picture-postcard perfect. The reality? Well, it's real life, darling. And real life has... character. Let's just say the initial "WOW!" factor of the view was, like, *mind-blowing*. Seriously. The first time I saw it, my jaw legitimately dropped. But then… I dropped my phone right after, trying to take a photo. Classic. So, yes, the view is stunning. The place *can* be amazing. But it's not always sunshine and rainbows. (And sometimes there are actual rainbows, which is pretty damn cool, I have to admit.)
What's the actual *villa* like? Is it luxurious? Do the plumbing and electricity actually work? Because let's be honest, that's a concern.
Luxury? Hmm. "Rustic charm" is probably the kinder description. Think: beautifully aged, which is a polite way of saying a little... worn around the edges. And yes, the plumbing. Okay, so here's a story. The first morning, I went to take a shower. Glorious, right? Nope. The water pressure was like a dying drizzle. I felt like I was being *gently* sprinkled by a garden hose. I ended up having to, like, *strategically* position myself to get even vaguely wet. It was an adventure. But you know, that's the vibe, right? An adventure! The electricity? Mostly reliable. Except for that one time the entire place went dark in the middle of my late-night gelato binge. Apparently, too many appliances on at once. Live and learn, I guess. I mean, at least they *had* gelato! That's the important thing. And yeah, I had to eat it *in the dark* using the flashlight on my phone. Still delicious.
What are the amenities like? Is there Wi-Fi? Do I need to pack my own toilet paper? (Seriously, I need to know!)
Okay, let's tackle the essentials. Wi-Fi? YES. Praise the internet gods! Although, and this is crucial, it's not always blazing fast. Fine for emails, Instagram… but forget streaming HD movies. I tried. Miserably. I ended up reading a *book*. Imagine that. I actually *read* a book. Apparently, you're supposed to do that on vacation. Toilet paper? You might want to bring a roll or two. Better safe than sorry, kids. I *did* bring some, and thank goodness, because… let's just say the initial supply was “adequate” at best. Beyond that? The kitchen is equipped (more or less). There are pots and pans, a (slightly temperamental) oven. Just don't expect a top-of-the-line chef's setup. You're here for the experience, not Michelin-starred cooking, right? (Though I *did* fantasize about a Michelin-starred chef showing up and taking over the kitchen for a day…)
The location – Sesta Godano. Is it convenient? Is there anything to *do* nearby? Because I don’t want to be stranded in the middle of nowhere.
Convenient? That depends on your definition of "convenient." It's definitely not in the middle of a bustling metropolis. Sesta Godano itself is a charming, sleepy little town. Think cobblestone streets, a couple of cafes, and the distinct feeling of being *truly* away from it all. Which, honestly, is part of the appeal. But yeah, you'll need a car. A car is *essential*. Getting around by public transport… well, good luck. I’m picturing hours of waiting at a bus stop. Shudder. However, the location is a *great* base for exploring Liguria. Cinque Terre is absolutely within reach – a day trip is *definitely* doable. (Do it! It's magnificent!) There are beautiful beaches, hiking trails, and… well, food. Glorious, amazing, life-changing food. I spent half my time eating. The pesto! The seafood! Oh, the memories… The only slight issue? Parking can be a nightmare. And the roads? Well, they're… Italian roads. Let's just say they’re narrow, winding and drivers have their own ideas about lane etiquette.
Let's talk *food*. Is the local cuisine worth the trip? What are MUST-EAT dishes and where did you get them? Details, please!
ARE. YOU. KIDDING. ME? The food? The food is practically a religion in Liguria. Forget paradise, the *food* is the actual reason to go. I'm serious. I'm still dreaming about it. Okay, first things first: PESTO. You have to get pesto. And not just any pesto. You need the real deal, made with fresh basil, pine nuts, Parmesan, and olive oil. I got the best pesto, the *absolute best*, at a tiny little trattoria in… let me think… ah yes, Levanto. It was called "Trattoria… something," I can barely remember because I was so busy devouring my pasta. The pasta itself? Handmade, of course. Then, the seafood! Oh, the seafood. Freshly caught, grilled to perfection, and served with a squeeze of lemon. I had the most incredible grilled octopus in Monterosso. The ocean breeze, the view, the taste... It was pure bliss. And don't even get me started on the focaccia. I ate so much focaccia, I practically *became* focaccia. Oh, and the gelato! I may or may not have had gelato *every single day*. Okay, I did. And it was glorious.
What was the BEST thing about staying at Rio Uno? And what would you NEVER do again?
The absolute BEST thing? The view. Hands down. Waking up to that view every morning was… well, it was just magic. It was so peaceful. So incredibly beautiful. It made all the little imperfections – the temperamental shower, the occasional power outage – fade away. It's the kind of view you could stare at for hours, completely lost in your thoughts. The view, and the food. Definitely tied. I would *never* again… try to navigate those Italian roads on a Sunday afternoon. It was a chaotic, terrifying experience. I mean, I'm a pretty good driver, but the combination of narrow roads, blind corners, and what seemed like a general disregard for traffic laws almost gave me a nervous breakdown. I'd also never – and I mean *never* – try to cook a complicated meal in that kitchen. Stick to simple, delicious Italian dishes. That’s what you’re there for! Oh, and one more thing… I would probably triple-check the insect repellent situation *before* I arrived. Let's just say I made a few new mosquito friends.
So, overall… would you recommend it? Be brutally honest!
