Escape to Paradise: Your Besse (Aquitaine) Holiday Home Awaits!
The [Hotel Name] Review: A Whirlwind of Opinions, Wi-Fi Woes, and Worthy Whispers
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your average, polished hotel review. This is the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the slightly-sticky-from-a-questionable-lobby-cocktail truth. I just got back from a few days at the [Hotel Name], and let me tell you, it was…an experience. Prepare for a rollercoaster of opinions, from the sublime to the slightly-less-than-sublime.
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Alright, let's dive in, shall we?
Accessibility (Because, You Know, Everyone Deserves a Good Time):
First things first: accessibility. This is crucial. I'm glad to see they make efforts. Wheelchair accessible is a big plus, but I always check, right? The elevator was easy to find and use. A big thumbs up for the facilities for disabled guests, good news! Also a Doorman made the experience a bit better, helped with the luggage.
On-site accessible restaurants / lounges: Checked! So much easier!
Cleanliness and Safety (Because We're Living in the Apocalypse, Apparently):
Okay, so clearly, the world ended and then started again during my stay. The good news? The [Hotel Name] took cleanliness and safety seriously. Kudos to them. They really stepped up their game! I saw Anti-viral cleaning products being used, and I appreciated the constant vigilance. Daily disinfection in common areas was visible. The hand sanitizer dispensers were plentiful, maybe a bit too much, I was worried I would get drunk by the end of the day. My room was sanitized between stays, which is a relief in these times. I was impressed. Professional-grade sanitizing services was a thing! They had that for sure. Even the shared stationery removed which felt a bit awkward. Staff trained in safety protocol seemed to be a real thing. So, on the whole? I felt… relatively safe.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking (The Holy Trinity):
Now, the food. Ah, the food. This is where things get, shall we say, interesting.
- Breakfast [buffet]: The breakfast. The breakfast. Let's just say it was an experience. A Buffet in restaurant is a good start at least. Asian breakfast, Western breakfast, they had it all…mostly. Let me tell you about the "eggs." I think they were trying to be omelets, but they were more like…wet yellow pancakes. Not the best way to start a day. Also, let's talk about the coffee. It was a brownish, watery liquid that vaguely resembled coffee. I had to use a half dozen sugars to make it palatable.
- Restaurants: They have Restaurants. They had a bunch!
- A la carte in restaurant: Oh, yes! I did that! I got a great salad. So fresh and yummy.
- Bar: Cool!
- Poolside bar: They have one! Bonus points!
Services and Conveniences (The Little Things):
They had Air conditioning in public area. YES! I did not use Audio-visual equipment for special events so I can't tell you about it. Cash withdrawal, awesome. Concierge, a godsend. Daily housekeeping, a must-have. Elevator, yes! Facilities for disabled guests, check. Food delivery, never used it. Gift/souvenir shop, I'm not a souvenir person, so… Invoice provided, yes. Ironing service, I survived without. Laundry service, I did not try. Luggage storage, never needed it. Safety deposit boxes, used it. Smoking area. Sure. Terrace. Nice! Xerox/fax in business center. Good, I guess?
For the Kids (Family-Friendly Fun?):
Okay, this is where I can't fully comment because I left the kids home. But they have Babysitting service. Also Kids facilities. So they seem to have it covered!
Available in all rooms (The Essentials):
This is the meat and potatoes, isn't it?
- Air conditioning: Praise the AC gods. It worked, and it worked well.
- Alarm clock: Fine. I don't use it.
- Bathrobes: Did not use.
- Bathroom phone: No thanks.
- Bathtub: I'm a shower person.
- Blackout curtains: Lifesavers, absolute lifesavers.
- Closet: Plenty of space to hang my slightly wrinkled clothes.
- Coffee/tea maker: Ah, the caffeine addiction. It was there.
- Complimentary tea: Alright!
- Daily housekeeping: Excellent. My room always looked perfect!
- Desk: Fine.
- Extra long bed: I'm tall, so this was great.
- Free bottled water: Always, always, always appreciated.
- Hair dryer: Worked.
- In-room safe box: Always a good idea.
- Internet access – wireless: Let's get to that!
- Ironing facilities: No.
- Laptop workspace: Check.
- Linens: Clean, soft, and fluffy.
- Mini bar: A bit overpriced, but hey, convenience!
- Non-smoking: Thank you, hotels, thank you.
- Private bathroom: Essential.
- Reading light: Check.
- Refrigerator: Perfect for stashing breakfast leftovers.
- Satellite/cable channels: A decent selection.
- Seating area: Comfortable.
- Separate shower/bathtub: Luxury!
- Shower: Plenty of hot water.
- Smoke detector: Comforting.
- Sofa: A nice touch.
- Soundproofing: Mostly effective.
- Telephone: Did not use.
- Toiletries: The hotel shampoo was good.
- Towels: Fluffy and white.
- Umbrella: Always handy.
- Wake-up service: I prefer my own alarm.
- Wi-Fi [free]: AND HERE WE GO!
Wi-Fi: The Achilles' Heel (Or, My Personal Hell)
Okay, let's just talk about the Wi-Fi, because, oh boy, did it cause me some grief. The Free Wi-Fi in all rooms was the biggest selling point. "Fantastic!" I thought. "I can work, I can stream, I can be connected!" The reality involved more tears than connection.
- Internet access – wireless: Intermittent at best.
- Internet: Erratic and unreliable.
- Internet [LAN]: Nonexistent, at least to me.
- Wi-Fi in public areas: Slightly better, but still spotty.
I spent more time trying to connect than actually working. It was a constant cycle of logging in, losing connection, restarting my devices, cursing under my breath, and then finally, begrudgingly, tethering to my phone. Every day I spent approximately 30 minutes resetting the damn thing. I couldn't even load a simple web page! I heard a lot of people complaining about it at the Coffee shop, and even one guy raging at the Concierge over a completely failed video conference call. If you need reliable internet, brace yourself. Bring your own hotspot. Or embrace the digital detox, I guess.
Things to Do, Ways to Relax (Or, The Good Stuff!):
This is where the [Hotel Name] really shines.
- Spa: ABSOLUTELY WORTH IT. Seriously, book a treatment. I got a Body scrub and a Massage, and it was pure bliss. The spa area was beautiful, and the staff was incredibly professional and soothing. The Sauna and Steamroom were the perfect way to unwind. I left feeling like a new person. They also had a Pool with view, which was fantastic!
- Fitness center: Well-equipped and clean.
- Swimming pool [outdoor]: Beautiful, perfect for lounging.
In Conclusion (My Overall Vibe):
Look, the [Hotel Name] has its flaws. The Wi-Fi situation is a crime against productivity, and the breakfast buffet is a gamble. But the staff are friendly,
Escape to Paradise: Stunning Beachfront Wohlenberg Klutz Apartment!
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because we're about to dive headfirst into my potential vacation itinerary for a holiday home in Besse, Aquitaine, France. Let's be honest, I'm already picturing myself with a glass of rosé, sun-kissed skin, and… well, probably a slightly sunburned nose. This is going to be glorious, and probably a little chaotic.
Itinerary: Besse or Bust (and Probably a Breakdown or Two Along the Way)
Day 1: Arrival & The Great Pool Revelation (or, the French Are Definitely Keeping Secrets)
Morning: Touchdown in Bordeaux. Ugh, airports. Always a sweaty dance of navigating terminals and trying not to judge everyone else's luggage choices (seriously, did you really need that suitcase?). Grab the rental car – pray it's not a tiny, death-trap Smart Car. I'm visualising a luxurious, slightly sporty SUV. Don't actually care at all, can't imagine that happening.
Afternoon: Scenic drive to Besse. Scenic. That's the key word here. I'm anticipating rolling hills, vineyards, and maybe, just maybe, a glimpse of a Chateau. The guidebooks say it's about 2 hours journey, it will be a 3 hour journey with my innate instinct to stop in villages for coffee. This is crucial. Coffee is fuel. And maybe some ridiculously overpriced pastries.
Late Afternoon/Early Evening: FINALLY arrive at the holiday home. Unpack, collapse, and then… the pool. Oh, the pool! This is where the magic should happen, but knowing my luck, it'll be freezing, full of frogs, or both. I genuinely hope the pool is clean, or this holiday is a disaster. I love a clean pool! I'd probably do half an hour of cleaning it myself out of sheer frustration if it wasn't immaculate.
Evening: Explore the local village for dinner. Probably something hearty, lots of bread, and definitely wine. I'm already dreaming of the food, but knowing me, I will have a slight mental breakdown when I can't understand anything on the menu. The French are masters of obfuscation, it's a fact.
Day 2: The Dordogne River (and A Very Real Near-Drowning Experience – Maybe)
Morning: Drive to the Dordogne river, the majestic. Picture the scene: me in a kayak, gracefully gliding down the waters. Yeah, that's the lie. More likely, I'll be fighting for my life against the current, screaming incoherently, and contemplating the existential dread of being devoured by river weeds. Either way, it'll be an experience!
Afternoon: Explore the town of Sarlat. Medieval history, cobblestone streets, and hopefully some decent ice cream to calm my nerves after the kayak debacle. If the ice cream isn't up to standard, I'm walking out. This is non-negotiable.
Evening: Attempt to recreate the perfect French dinner at the holiday home. I'm sure I'll be fine. (Narrator: She was not fine.) Expect culinary chaos. Burnt garlic, undercooked chicken, and probably a kitchen fire – all part of the fun, right?
Day 3: Market Day Mayhem (and the Quest for the Perfect Souvenir)
Morning: Visit the local market. Bright colors, strong smells (will the cheese be too strong?), and the potential to buy everything I don’t need. This is going to be a sensory overload. I'm already envisioning myself haggling in broken French and ending up with a suspiciously used teapot, or worse a fake Gucci bag.
Afternoon: Wine tasting at a local vineyard. Because, France. Fingers crossed they have somewhere for me to crash if it all goes wrong. I will be making notes (or scribbles) on the wine. Pretending to be an expert is key here. “Notes of…” What’s that? “Notes of… sadness?”
Evening: Relax by the pool with a good book (when I'm not busy cleaning it). This is the relaxation part. If I can actually get myself to switch off and enjoy the peace, it’ll be a miracle. Probably followed by more of the perfect dinner, just with less chaos this time.
Day 4: The Cave of Wonders (and the Fear of Heights)
Morning: Explore the Lascaux Caves. Or what’s left of them. I remember seeing them on that David Attenborough show! Prehistoric cave paintings! This is a must-do. My fear of enclosed spaces may come into play, but I’m determined to see them. I'm already planning my escape route, just in case.
Afternoon: Visit a castle. Because if you're in France, you pretty much HAVE to visit a castle. Hopefully, it has a good view, because I’m not up for climbing stairs – again. If the views are bad and the castle isn't up to scratch, I'm leaving.
Evening: Trying out my French cooking skills from the previous night, this time with more success. If all goes well, I’ll post some photos on Instagram. If it doesn’t (odds are, it won’t) – I’ll pretend the camera broke.
Day 5: Farewell France, Hello Regret (or, The Day the Dream Dies a Slow Death)
Morning: One last dip in the pool (if the water is warm, and the frogs have moved elsewhere). One last lingering look at that glorious view. Squeeze in some extra reading time.
Afternoon: Scenic drive back to Bordeaux. This time, the scenic route will probably be faster since I'll want to get home.
Evening: Flight home. Commence the post-holiday blues. I’ll spend the entire flight planning my return trip, already thinking about all the things I didn't do, and the perfect vacation-photos that I missed. Will need to book another trip as soon as I get home.
Notes & Imperfections:
- The Language Barrier: My French is, shall we say, rusty. Expect lots of frantic gesturing and misunderstandings. I will probably accidentally insult someone.
- The Food: I have high expectations. If the food doesn't meet them, there will be drama. This will be a culinary adventure, for sure.
- The Pool: Pray for a clean, frog-free pool. And for the sun to shine. And for me to actually relax.
- The Unexpected: This itinerary is a guideline. I'm sure it will be thrown out of the window in the first 2 hours. Spontaneity is key. And also, I'm terrible at sticking to plans.
So there you have it. My potential French adventure. It's ambitious, it's optimistic, and it's going to be a complete and utter mess. But a fun one! Now, where's that rosé?
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Why tiny ceramic cats? Seriously, what's the deal?
Ugh, okay, so the *real* reason? It started innocently. My grandma had a whole bunch of them on her windowsill. They were just... there. Cute, little, judgmental-looking things. And when she, you know, *went* somewhere, and I had to sort through her stuff... I saw them. I, of course, inherited some of her's, as well as some other's. I wasn't looking for a collection, I swear! Then, at a flea market, I saw *the* one. A tiny, Siamese cat with a chipped ear. He looked heartbroken. I had to have him. And from there... well, it was a slippery slope. I blame the cats. They're manipulative, you know?
Okay, but what *kind* of tiny ceramic cats are we talking about? Are there categories? Are you, like, OCD about it?
Categories? Oh, honey, *of course* there are categories! Don't you have a *thing* with tiny ceramic cats as well? I have *a lot* of them! Oh, and yes, I am slightly OCD about it. Here's the messy breakdown.
First, there's the *breed* category. You've got your Siamese (my loves!), your Persians, your tabbies, some of them even are "calico" and they are a bit of a mess! Then there's the *pose*: sitting, sleeping, stretching, and, the worst, the ones that are just standing there staring, their soulless eyes following you around the room. (Creepy, yet...compelling.)
And the *color* of course; I try to stick to the old ones, with the faded coats. Those are the best. And even better if you're lucky to find them in the original packaging!
The brand, and origin? Don't even get me started! I have one that's supposedly from the Victorian era, the thing is worth more than my car. I'm terrified of actually touching it. What if I drop it? I'd cry!
Where do you *find* these tiny ceramic feline overlords? Flea markets? Garage sales? Are you secretly breaking into old ladies' houses?
Okay, first of all, I *never* break into old ladies' houses! (Unless they, like, *offer*.) But yeah, flea markets, antique shops... the holy trinity. Garage sales are hit or miss. You have to get there *early*, which is brutal. I hate mornings, but the thrill of the hunt is real! Though, I'm sure I've made some questionable choices in my sleep-deprived frenzy. One time, at a tag sale, I bought a cat that was 90% glue because I saw the little Siamese head sticking out. It was a mess. A sticky, gluey, cat-shaped mess. But I still loved it!
What's the most you've ever spent on a tiny ceramic cat? Don't be shy.
Ugh, don't remind me. Okay, fine. There was this incredibly delicate, incredibly rare, tiny porcelain Persian. It was pristine. Almost. (It's like, if the artist who made it saw it, they'd be absolutely disgusted!) The seller was a real piece of work, playing up the "antique value" and the "investment potential." I caved. I paid far too much. I won't tell you *how* much. Let's just say I contemplated eating ramen for a month to compensate. The regret was real. But then, I looked at the little guy, sitting there on my shelf, all fluffy and perfect... and, well, I don't regret it *completely*. Okay, maybe I do a little. But I'm not selling. Never!
Have you ever, like, *lost* a tiny ceramic cat? This haunts my dreams already.
Oh, GOD, yes. The sheer terror of a missing cat! The worst one? It was a tiny, grinning Cheshire Cat, from an old Alice in Wonderland set. He was my everything! My talisman of happiness. I carried him in my pocket. One day... gone. Vanished. I turned the house upside down! Searched under the couch cushions, in the breadbox, in the *oven*. I even blamed the dog (he *did* have a mischievous look in his eye). No Cheshire Cat. I was DEVASTATED. I spent days just... miserable. Seriously, it was like a piece of me was missing. I still don't know what happened to him. Could be the cat-gods took him for their own, could be that I was just a bad owner.
What are your thoughts on people who *don't* understand your obsession?
Look, I get it. Tiny ceramic cats aren't for everyone. Some people are all "Why?" and "It's just more *stuff*!" and "Do you *really* need another one?" To those people, I say... maybe you're right. Maybe I *am* a little crazy. But when I look at my little collection, I see history, art, a bit of whimsy, and, honestly, a whole lot of comfort. So, if you don't get it, that's cool. Just don't judge my feline friends. They're judging you anyway. They're always judging.
So, what's the *future* of your tiny ceramic cat collection?
The future? That is a *very* interesting question. I guess I'll keep hunting. Until I literally run out of shelf space. Maybe I'll open a museum! "The Museum of Tiny Ceramic Cats, Mostly Siamese." Or maybe, when the time comes and I pass... well, my best friend will inherit it. She'll be thrilled. She'll probably sell them all. But at least she'll know I was happy.
