Escape to Paradise: Your Private Pool Awaits in Alcalalí, Spain!
Escape to Paradise: Alcalalí, Spain - My Private Pool and Me (and a Whole Lot of Other Stuff!)
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because I just stumbled out of Escape to Paradise in Alcalalí, Spain, and I'm still buzzing. This place promised a private pool and… well, let's just say it delivered on that promise and a whole heap more. Forget tidy, polished reviews – you're getting the unfiltered, slightly sunburnt truth.
Accessibility - First impressions! Right off the bat, a HUGE shoutout for thinking about accessibility. I'm not in a wheelchair, but I am a klutz who sometimes trips over air, so the fact that they had accessible rooms with… let’s just say thoughtful design was already a win. But listen, I need to admit, I was expecting a bit of a fight to find the wheelchair accessible room, but no! Super fast, super easy!
The Pool, The Reason, The Madness!
Let's address the elephant in the room (or rather, the shimmering turquoise rectangle in the sun): the private pool. Oh. My. Gawd. It's not just a pool; it's an experience. I'm talking infinity-edge overlooking… well, views that should be illegal. I swear, I spent at least three hours a day just floating, staring at the horizon, and silently judging all the other people who weren't in private pools. Look, I'm not even a "pool person," typically, but this… this changed me. It was the kind of bliss that makes you want to write a bad poem about the sun and the water (which I did – and immediately deleted).
The Spa - A Momentary Lapse in Sanity (and It Was Glorious)
Okay, so I’m not a spa-goer. Usually, I’m too busy thinking about my next snack to consider a massage. But, after the third straight day of pool-laziness, I decided to treat myself. And, wow. The Spa/Sauna and Steamroom were pure zen. I opted for the Body Scrub and Massage. The Body Wrap felt… interesting. Let’s just say I looked like a giant, slightly prune-y burrito afterwards. But the feeling? Unreal. I’m a convert. (My bank account, however, is still recovering.)
Cleanliness and Safety - The "Are We Really Safe?" Rundown
Look, let's be real, post-pandemic, we're all a little obsessed with cleanliness. Escape to Paradise gets this. Daily disinfection in common areas, Rooms sanitized between stays, the whole shebang. They even had Anti-viral cleaning products I swear they're being sprayed… and I mean sprayed everywhere! Hand sanitizer stations were everywhere, and staff were wearing masks. They had Hot water linen and laundry washing. I mean, they weren’t handing out hazmat suits, but you felt safe. And the Safe dining setup was nice too. Individually-wrapped food options gave me a good feeling
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking - Fuel for Paradise
Okay, confession time: I’m a foodie. And Escape to Paradise came prepared. The Breakfast [buffet] was decent but, oh god, the A la carte in restaurant dinners and Poolside bar Happy hour, even the Snack bar by the pool… sublime. Seriously, they have some Desserts in restaurant that are worth abandoning all good intentions for. I'd be there for hours, happily sinking into a Salad in restaurant and a glass of local wine. The Bottle of water was free if you needed it. I'm talking Asian cuisine in restaurant and Western cuisine in restaurant! The only downside? My waistline. But hey, priorities, right?
Services and Conveniences - When You Need a Little Help
So, I'd be lounging by the pool, and suddenly the urge to Room service [24-hour] would hit me. It was like the universe was telling me to be extra lazy. Which, of course, I did. Food delivery was available which was also key for the extra moments of sloth. There's also Business facilities if you Meetings because… work. They had Daily housekeeping so you don't even need to lift a finger. They also had a Concierge. Luggage storage was another winner and so was the Laundry service.
For the Kids - Let's be Real, Not My Arena, But…
Didn’t bring kids, but they were present. Kids Kids facilities and a Babysitting service and Kids meal options. I spied some children looking pretty darn happy in the Swimming pool [outdoor]. I’m just going to say, the vibe seemed family-friendly, but if you need a break, the spa is waiting.
The Rooms - My Cozy Cave
My room? It was great. Air conditioning was a godsend, the non-smoking policy was appreciated (I'm a reformed smoker, so the battle is real), and the Free Wi-Fi was essential for Instagramming all my pool photos. Alarm clock was cool, and Bathtub, and Hair dryer and Complimentary tea and extra long bed. I'm sure I forgot a few things, but the point is, it was comfortable, clean, and a perfect base for all my pool-related activities. The Terrace with the view was fantastic.
Getting Around - Getting Out and About (Or Not)
I’m lazy. I wanted to stay put. They had Airport transfer, which is handy. Car park [free of charge] if you wanted to take a car.
The Quirks, the Imperfections, the Honest Truth
Okay, so, a few hiccups: the gym could use a little love. And, I'm not going to lie, the Internet access – LAN – felt a little antiquated. Also, the Shrine was… interesting, in the lobby, a little bit of Spanish history to read up on. But honestly? These are the minor quibbles. The overall experience… it was just… good.
My Rambling, Opinionated Conclusion
Look, Escape to Paradise isn't perfect. But it's damn close. This place is all about that private pool life. And a good spa. And decent food. And a general sense of escapism. Would I go back? In a heartbeat. In fact, I'm already checking flight prices. Just… give me a moment; I need to find a way to justify the expense to my bank account. See you by the pool!
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because you're about to dive headfirst into my meticulously unplanned trip to a holiday home in Alcalali, Spain. I'm talking a private pool, potential sun-drenched bliss, and the distinct possibility of me accidentally setting the kitchen on fire trying to attempt a paella. Let's see how this disaster… er, I mean, adventure unfolds.
The Alcalalí Adventure: A Stream of Consciousness Itinerary (or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Tourist Traps)
Pre-Trip Chaos (aka, Packing - The True Indicator of My Anxiety Level)
- Phase 1: The Denial Phase: "I've got plenty of time!" (Three days before departure, the suitcase remains empty.)
- Phase 2: The Panic Phase: "I haven't packed ANYTHING! This is a DISASTER!" (Two days before, the floor of my bedroom is buried beneath a mountain of clothes, most of which I'll never wear, but just in case…)
- Phase 3: The "Meh, It'll Do" Phase: Shoving everything in, praying it fits. Forget the meticulously curated capsule wardrobe. We're going for "looks like I'm moving in."
Day 1: Arrival and Immediate Disappointment (Just Kidding… Mostly)
- Morning: The flight. Ugh. Airplane food (why did I order that?), crying babies (I swear I'm not normally this grumpy), and that weird feeling of being trapped in a metal tube hurtling through the air with a bunch of strangers.
- Afternoon: Land! Finally. Car rental collection - crossing my fingers that the guy at the desk doesn't smell my fear (it's strong). Navigate the winding Spanish roads, getting hopelessly lost… twice. This is where my GPS and I have our first major falling out.
- Late Afternoon: Arrive at the holiday home. Photos online were… generous. The pool looks a bit smaller in real life. And the "stunning views" are partially obscured by a neighbour's satellite dish. However, I'm still totally buzzing. The door has a spiderweb on it, I'm going to have to deal with that later…
- Evening: Unpack. Realize I've forgotten something crucial (probably sunscreen, as I am a ginger). Attempt to find a supermarket (Google maps says it's 5 minutes away… it's more like 20 and I'm still lost). Basic supplies acquired (wine, obviously). Stumble through my terrible Spanish while ordering tapas. Admire the sunset (even though the satellite dish is still there). First swim in the pool! Cold, but exhilarating. Dinner: A very basic cheese and ham platter.
Day 2: The Allure of the Locals…And The Tourist Trap
- Morning: Determined to embrace the Spanish lifestyle. Wake up, roll out of bed, make some instant coffee. Decide to wander around the town of Alcalalí. It's charming, you know? Cobblestone streets, little shops… except I got slightly terrified when I saw an old lady staring at me from her balcony. I should probably learn some basic Spanish phrases.
- Afternoon: Attempt to find the "hidden waterfall" everyone raved about online. End up hiking for three hours and discovering… a slightly damp rock. Discover a cute restaurant in a neighboring town and get lunch. I ordered something mysterious, and oh boy, it was not as I expected. I have no idea what it was but it was delicious!
- Evening: Now for the big one. I am going to go and see if I can finally get that paella right. The recipe says "saute onions." I can do this. I will not burn the kitchen down… or have them call the fire department (maybe the neighbors have a fire extinguisher?). It came out… edible. Let's just say I'll order paella at a restaurant next time.
Day 3: Sea, Sun, and Self-Loathing (Joking!)
- Morning: Decide to go to the coast. Pack a beach bag and head towards the beach. It's stunning - crystal clear water, sandy beaches, and I remember why I hate beaches. Sand. Everywhere. But, the water is delightful and I can sit there and read my book!
- Afternoon: Get back and think, "Let's explore this local place". It's a tourist trap, no doubt, but that's why I love it. I buy the trashiest souvenir I could find. Now, for a nice cold drink.
- Evening: Cook dinner (again. More attempts at Spanish cuisine… I'm a slow learner). Another glass of wine. Reflect on my life. The beauty of simplicity.
Day 4: The Wine Tour and The Fiasco
- Morning: I'm not gonna lie - a bit of a hangover from last night's "reflection." But I'm determined to "wine" and not complain. Pack a picnic lunch, plan a wine tour of the local vineyards.
- Afternoon: Wine tour officially kicks off. I knew it was too good to be true, I ended up pouring a bottle of red wine all over myself. Then I was giggling for hours, which only upset one man that was touring there.
- Late Afternoon: Finish off the afternoon by relaxing by the pool.
- Evening: Drink a bottle of wine, order some delivery, and sleep.
Day 5: The Day of Rest and Relaxation
- Morning: Wake up, feeling relaxed from yesterday. Spend the morning lounging around the pool. Read a couple of chapters of a book.
- Afternoon: Get your groceries. Decide to make something fancy for dinner (again, this probably won't end well). Plan to explore the local area more.
- Evening: Make my "fancy meal" with some local ingredients. I'm actually proud of myself! It was delish.
Day 6: The Art of Doing Nothing (and Maybe a Little More Tourist Trapping)
- Morning: Sleep in! After all the madness, being lazy is necessary.
- Afternoon: Wander. Stroll. Relax by the pool. I'm going to buy trashy souvenirs because I'm on vacation!!!
- Evening: Order some takeout. Watch a movie. Go to sleep.
Day 7: Departure (and a Sudden Urge to Stay Forever)
- Morning: Pack (again). This time with a distinct sense of melancholy. The fridge is almost empty, the apartment is a mess, and I'm already missing the pool, and the sun, and the freedom to eat cheese at any hour.
- Afternoon: Final swim. Sigh wistfully at the satellite dish. Return the rental car (hopefully without incident).
- Evening: The flight home. Contemplate booking a return trip. Resolve to learn more Spanish. Promise myself I will finally buy a decent suitcase.
Post-Trip Reflections:
This trip wasn't perfect. It lacked structure. I got lost. I ate some questionable food. I probably looked like a complete idiot trying to speak Spanish. But, you know what? It was fantastic. It's my messy, wonderfully imperfect experience. Cheers to the next adventure, wherever it may lead! And maybe, just maybe, I'll learn how to cook paella before I die. Maybe even how to pack a decent bag. Probably not though!
Bubble Bath Bliss: Your Luxurious Heerlen Escape Awaits!
Okay, Spill the Tea: Is it *really* paradise?
Look, "paradise" is a BIG word. I'd say… mostly? The pool is AMAZING. Like, I spent a solid day just floating in it, letting the Spanish sun bake me like a perfectly bronzed baguette. The views? Stunning. Think rolling hills, olive groves as far as the eye can see, and the occasional goat doing its thing. But paradise isn't *perfect*. Remember that time I tried to be a chef? Let's just say the paella… ah, let's move on. And that tiny mosquito that nearly made me go insane one night? Not paradise material. So, yes. But with a healthy dose of reality.
The Pool. Tell me *everything* about the pool.
The pool... *sighs happily*. Okay, it's *private* private. You don't have to share it with a gaggle of screaming kids, which, honestly, is a huge win. It's the perfect temperature. Not freezing, like some pools, and not tepid like bathwater. Just… *chef's kiss*. The pool loungers? Bliss! I spent hours with a book and a cocktail (or three). A slight complaint: I did almost fall in love with that pool floaty you leave at the rental after you depart. It was beautiful, almost made me cry leaving her.
What about the actual *house*? Is it livable? Pictures can be deceiving.
Okay, the house… it's charmingly rustic. Think exposed beams, terracotta floors, and that lovely, slightly-musty-but-in-a-good-way smell of old stone. The kitchen is... well equipped. I mean I don't know how to use everything but the basics are there. The air conditioning, though, a godsend. It gets *hot* in Spain, y'know. (Don't be a hero and think you can rough it. You'll regret it, trust me.) It wasn't a swanky modern villa. But it felt like a home, not just a rental. And honestly, I found that incredibly refreshing. Oh and, about that shower, the water was perfect. Not a trickle, full blast, glorious showers. That's all, I really like showering!
Alcalalí: Is it a good base for exploring?
Alcalalí itself is tiny. A blink-and-you'll-miss-it kind of village. But that's part of the charm! You can walk to a few little restaurants (definitely try the tapas – delicious!), a bar or two, and the local shop for essentials. It's very quiet, which is perfect if you're looking for a chilled vibe. As for exploring, it's a great base. You're a short drive from the coast, the beaches are beautiful. And the mountains! Oh, the mountains. We did a day trip to a nearby town and got lost in the tiny, winding streets (which was actually the best part of the trip.). But if you crave bustling nightlife, then… maybe Alcalalí isn't for you. Head to Benidorm. But don't say I didn't warn you. (shudders).
What’s the Wi-Fi Situation? (Because, let's be real…)
The Wi-Fi... exists. It's not blazing fast, and it might occasionally die. But hey, you're on vacation! Use this as a chance to disconnect and read a book. I found myself looking at the same videos, but I tried. Okay, admittedly, it's not great if you *absolutely* need to work remotely. But you are on vacation, and you may need to disconnect in general.
Any advice on getting there and getting around?
Flying into Alicante airport is the easiest option. The drive to Alcalalí is straightforward, I found myself singing along the highway at the top of my lungs. A rental car is essential. You'll want the freedom to explore. And don't panic about driving on the "wrong" side of the road. You'll get used to it. Just… maybe take it easy on the roundabouts at first. Those are the Spanish equivalent of the Bermuda Triangle.
Any downsides? Be honest.
Okay, here's the unvarnished truth: The mosquitos. They are relentless. Bring bug spray, and then bring some more. And maybe a flamethrower (kidding… mostly). Also, be prepared for the occasional power outage. It's rural Spain, folks. Embrace the adventure! And finally, I found all the restaurants around to close early. That's just what it is.
So, would you go back?
Absolutely, in a heartbeat. Even with the pesky mosquitos and the dodgy Wi-Fi, the good far outweighs the bad. That pool! Those views! The peace and quiet! Honestly, I need to book this place again. Like, right now. Okay, brb, I'm going to check the availability. Don't judge me.
