Escape to Paradise: Your Dream Italian Villa Awaits in Montebello!
Okay, buckle up, because we're diving deep into this hotel review. Forget your perfectly-formatted travel guides; this is the raw, unvarnished truth, served with a side of my own personal neuroses. Let's do this.
Hotel Review: The Good, The Bad, and the "Did I Really Just See That?"
Alright, so I just spent a week – yes, a whole week – at this place. And honestly? It's a bit of a mixed bag. Prepare yourselves, because this review is going to be less "objective analysis" and more "emotional rollercoaster with a healthy dose of sarcasm."
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First Impressions (and the Dreaded Lobby):
The lobby… well, let's just say it looked impressive in the online photos. In reality, it felt like a slightly stuffy museum, perpetually cooled to a temperature that induced immediate shivers. The "doorman" was more of a "doorman-esque figure," mostly occupied staring into the middle distance. I swear, I saw him blink, like, twice the entire time I was there.
Accessibility: (Because Everyone Deserves a Decent Holiday, Dammit!)
Okay, major kudos here. They actually seemed to care about accessibility. The website promised, and they (mostly) delivered.
- Wheelchair Accessible: Ramps were plentiful, elevators worked (a minor miracle in itself!), and the accessible room I peeked at (more on that later) looked genuinely well-thought-out.
- Facilities for Disabled Guests: Tick. They have some.
- CCTV in common areas: Made me feel slightly less paranoid about the whole "staring at the middle distance" doorman situation.
- Exterior corridor: Good for accessibility and privacy, I guess.
Accessibility - The Real Deal:
I was talking to a guest in the restaurant one morning, and they told me they had to wait over an hour for an accessible elevator. That's just not good enough! This needs constant oversight and a more assertive approach to maintenance.
Rooms (My Personal Oasis, Until It Wasn't):
- Available in All Rooms: Air conditioning (thank God), alarm clock (redundant, I'm early-riser), desk (yay productivity!), hair dryer (essential), internet access-wireless (amazing how much that comforts me), in-room safe box, mini bar (tempting), satellite/cable channels (useless, who watches those?), shower (thank you!), slippers (heavenly), towels (expected), and the all-important Wi-Fi [free].
- The "Extra Long Bed" and "Bathtub": My room had an "extra long bed" - the dream! I'm tall, and it's always appreciated. But the bathtub? Forget about it. I wanted to have a relaxing bath, soaking in foamy bubbles. Instead, I had a cramped, sad little tub that barely accommodated my knees. Let down.
- The "Soundproofing" Test: My room was… mostly soundproof. Until the late-night karaoke sessions from the hallway. Then, it was a free concert.
- The "Window That Opens": The window did open! A breath of fresh air. And a fantastic view… of the air conditioning unit of the building next door.
- Room Decorations: The room decorations were… fine. Minimal. Bland. Basically, nothing memorable. Except, there was this weird, abstract painting that looked suspiciously like a toddler had gotten loose with a paint bucket. I stared at it for like half an hour one afternoon.
Cleanliness and Safety (Or, The Germophobe's Checklist):
- Anti-viral cleaning products: Hopefully!
- Breakfast in room: YES.
- Daily disinfection in common areas: Good start.
- Hand sanitizer: Everywhere, thankfully.
- Room sanitization opt-out available: Smart.
- Rooms sanitized between stays: Phew.
- Staff trained in safety protocol: I saw them cleaning, so… maybe?
- Smoke alarms: Check.
- Fire extinguisher: Check.
- Doctor/nurse on call: Good to know!
The Dark Side of Breakfast in Room:
So, I was enjoying my breakfast in my room one morning, (a very nice spread, by the way), when I noticed… a cockroach. Yes. A cockroach. I screamed. Then, I called room service, and they were appropriately mortified. They quickly (and thoroughly) cleaned and re-sanitized the room. But you know what? The breakfast tasted a little less delicious afterward.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking (Where Things Get… Complicated):
Alright, this is where the hotel really lost me. Or maybe, where I just lost myself to a sea of overpriced cocktails and questionable culinary choices.
- Restaurants: Multiple restaurants, boasting "International Cuisine" and "Asian Cuisine." In reality, the international cuisine tasted suspiciously like re-heated airline food, and the Asian cuisine… Well, it was probably trying its best.
- Breakfast [buffet]: The breakfast buffet was… extensive. A dizzying array of options. But there was so much plastic. Plastic-wrapped pastries, plastic-covered fruit, plastic everything! It felt like I was eating in a landfill.
- Coffee/tea in restaurant, Coffee shop: Decent coffee, thankfully. The coffee shop staff, though, were perpetually in slow-motion. Order your latte, go for a stroll, maybe take a nap, and then return. Your coffee might be ready.
- Poolside bar: Overpriced cocktails and questionable daiquiris. The bartender was a cool guy, though.
- Happy hour: Salvation!
The "Things to Do" and "Ways to Relax" (Or, Can We Escape the Hotel's Clutches?):
- Swimming pool: Okay, the pool was decent. A decent pool!
- Swimming pool [outdoor]: Plenty of space for frolicking.
- Pool with view: The pool did have a nice view.
- Spa: THE SPA. Ah, the spa. I booked a massage, and it was heavenly. Pure, unadulterated bliss. Until, halfway through, the masseuse started humming along to the terrible elevator music. Ruined.
- Sauna: I'm a sauna-lover, and I've got to say, the sauna was good. Solid.
- Steamroom: The steam room, I’m less keen on.
- Fitness center: The fitness center was well-equipped. But all the mirrored surfaces just made me hyper-aware of how out of shape I was.
- Body scrub, Body wrap, Foot bath: I didn’t take advantage of these.
Services and Conveniences (The Good, The Bad, and the "Seriously?"):
- Internet: The Wi-Fi was free (thank you, gods of connectivity!), but the signal dropped out at the worst possible moments.
- Business facilities: I don't have time for work.
- Concierge: The concierge was… helpful-ish. They booked a taxi for me that never showed up.
- Daily housekeeping: They changed the towels every day, so that's a win.
- Elevator: See above - somewhat unreliable at times.
For the Kids (Because, Well, Life):
- Family/child friendly: Tick.
- Babysitting service: Available.
- Kids meal: Offered.
Getting Around (The Great Escape):
- Car park [free of charge], Car park [on-site]: Plenty of parking.
The Verdict (Drumroll, Please):
Would I stay here again? Maybe. It depends on the deal. The hotel has its flaws, but it had enough positives to make me consider it. Just remember to keep a can of bug spray handy and brace yourself for the occasional disappointment. And for the love of all that is holy, tip the bartender generously. You’ll need the cocktails.
Final Thoughts (and Random Ramblings):
- I’d love to see some improvements in the restaurant (less plastic, more flavour!).
- The staff – for the most part – were genuinely nice.
- Despite the minor setbacks, I still enjoyed the vacation.
There you have it. My brutally honest, emotionally charged review. It's a messy world, full of messy hotels, and messy reviews. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
Escape to Paradise: Beachfront Bliss in Vlissingen! (Luxury Lodge, 2 Baths)
Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because we're about to dive headfirst into the glorious, chaotic mess that was my trip to Belvilla by OYO Montebello Mono C Bolano, Italy. Officially, the itinerary looked something like this:
The (Attempted) Itinerary - Before Reality Kicked In
- Day 1: Arrive at Milan Malpensa Airport (MXP). Transfer to Montebello Mono C Bolano via rental car. Check into Belvilla. Explore the local area. Dinner at a traditional trattoria.
- Day 2: Visit the Cinque Terre. Hike and explore the villages. Enjoy seafood lunch. Return to Montebello Mono C Bolano.
- Day 3: Day trip to Parma. Visit Parma’s cathedral and baptistery. Sample local prosciutto and parmesan. Enjoy a cooking class (tentative).
- Day 4: Relax and enjoy the villa. Pool time. Explore the surrounding countryside. Prepare a meal at the villa.
- Day 5: Wine tasting tour in the Liguria region. Visit local vineyards. Sample regional wines. Dinner at a vineyard restaurant.
- Day 6: Depart from Milan Malpensa Airport (MXP).
The Actual Itinerary - AKA, The Diary of a Slightly Unhinged Traveler
Day 0: The Anxiety Before the Adventure
Okay, so technically, this isn't part of the itinerary per se, but can we talk about pre-trip anxiety for a hot second? I packed like I was evacuating a burning building. Three different types of sunscreen (because obviously one won't cut it), enough adaptors to power a small city, and a phrasebook thicker than Tolstoy. The rental car thing? Terrifying. Navigating Italian roads? My inner monologue was practically screaming. And don't even get me started on the potential for language barrier miscommunications. (Pro-tip: Learn "per favore" and "grazie" – you'll be fine. Maybe.)
Day 1: Arrival and the Villa's Welcome Embrace (and the Spaghetti Incident)
Milan. Malpensa. The airport. Shudders. I swear, I spent more time navigating the labyrinthine airport walkways than I did in the car! Finally, finally, I got the rental car. It's an Italian masterpiece, but my brain is still adjusting to how to drive it.
The drive to Montebello Mono C Bolano was… an adventure. Let's just say Italian drivers have a different definition of "personal space." But, good news - it gets better!
Then, the villa. Holy. Moly. Belvilla by OYO Montebello Mono C Bolano? It's everything the pictures promised and more. Stone walls, a pool that twinkled in the afternoon sun, the smell of lemons and a sense of calm. The first few hours were a blur of unpacking and a general feeling of ahhhhhhh. A slice of pure, unadulterated, Italian bliss.
And then there was dinner. I decided to be ambitious and attempt spaghetti. The water boiled, the sauce simmered… and then I dropped the entire pot of pasta on the floor. Yep. Spaghetti art, Italian style. Lesson learned: stick to takeout on night one. At least the wine was excellent. (And if you're wondering, yes, I cleaned it up. Eventually.)
Day 2: Cinque Terre – The Hike That Almost Broke Me (in the best way possible)
Okay, let's talk Cinque Terre. The photos. They lie. They're drop-dead gorgeous, of course, but what they don't convey is the sheer verticality of the place. I'm talking staircases that are steeper than my motivation to go to the gym. The hike was brutal. We started in Monterosso, the northernmost of the five villages. The sun blazed, the path was rocky, and my legs were screaming. I considered a sit-down protest. But… then you reached the viewpoints, and you just stood there, speechless. The pastel colors of the houses clinging to the cliffs, the turquoise water, the sound of the waves crashing below… it's a visual poem.
We ate focaccia in Vernazza, a tiny little village with a harbor. The focaccia – perfection. Flaky, salty, and utterly satisfying. Then, we got on the train back. My legs were jelly, my face was sunburnt, and I was utterly, completely, and ridiculously happy.
Day 3: Parma and the Quest for Parmesan Perfection (and a Bittersweet Cooking Class)
Parmesan and prosciutto. Need I say more? Parma was a delight. The cathedral? Stunning, with its intricate carvings and quiet atmosphere. The baptistery was breathtaking, of course. Then, the food. Oh. My. Goodness. We went on the ultimate parmesan hunt! We went to a cheese place. It was an experience. It was a sensory overload, in the best way possible.
Now, the cooking class. This was supposed to be the highlight, the pièce de résistance of the trip. It didn't go quite as planned. Let's just say… I have a new appreciation for how much goes into making pasta from scratch. Let's just be real, my pasta wasn't the prettiest (or the best tasting), but it was mine! The instructor was kind, though, and after two or three glasses of wine, everything was hilarious (and the food was delicious).
Day 4: Villa Day – The Glory of Doing Absolutely Nothing (and a Near Disaster with the Pool)
Pure. Bliss. This was the day I needed. Pool time, reading, writing, and generally being a useless lump. The pool was my best friend. That being said, I almost drowned myself. But everything worked out.
Later in the day I ventured out to explore the countryside. It was so quiet and peaceful. We went to a vineyard, where they bottled their wine at the same place. The grapes are everywhere and the color of the sunset made me want to stay forever.
One minor crisis: I decided to make a pizza. I've made pizzas before. How hard could it be? Turns out, very hard when you're using an Italian wood-fired oven for the first time. The pizza was… well, let's say it had character. (As in, a charred, slightly inedible character.)
Day 5: Wine Tasting in Liguria (And the Discovery of "Pesto Genovese" – My Soulmate)
This was the day I'd been waiting for. Wine tasting! In the Liguria region, aka the land of pesto and sunshine. The vineyards were stunning, with rows of verdant vines cascading down hillsides. The wine was, of course, delicious.
I think I tasted like 10 different types of wine. I can't tell you which wines I like, because I can't remember. Everything tasted good!
Then, the pesto. Oh. My. God. This pesto. This creamy, basil-y, garlicky, pine-nut-y, soul-stirring pesto. It was the best thing I have ever eaten. I'm still dreaming about it.
Day 6: Departure – Saying Ciao to Chaos (and Planning My Return)
The last day. The feeling of melancholy was settling in. I spent the morning drinking coffee on the patio, soaking up the last rays of sunshine.
The drive back to Milan was bittersweet. I was exhausted, my luggage was a mess, and my bank account was weeping, but my heart was full. This trip? It was perfect. (Even despite the spaghetti incident, the near drowning, and the slightly disastrous cooking class).
Saying goodbye to Montebello Mono C Bolano was a punch to the gut. But as I headed to the airport, I was already plotting my return. Italy, you beautiful, crazy, chaotic masterpiece. I'll be back.
Final Thoughts: A Messy, Wonderful Reminder
This trip wasn't perfect – there were spills, burns, bad navigation, and moments of sheer panic. But that's the beauty of it, isn't it? The imperfections, the mistakes, the unexpected moments – those are the things that make a trip memorable. It’s the real, messy, honest human experience that makes it worthwhile. So, go forth. Get lost. Get messy. And embrace the chaos. You won't regret it. Ciao!
Escape to Paradise: Your Dream Home Awaits in Riez, France!
So, What *Exactly* is This FAQ *About*? Seriously?
Ha! Good question. Even I'm not entirely sure. Think of it as my brain's digital dumping ground. There's gonna be stuff I've pondered while staring at the ceiling at 3 AM, existential crises fueled by questionable cheese, and maybe, *maybe*, some actual helpful tidbits. Basically, prepare for a glorious, probably chaotic, rollercoaster of my scattered thoughts. It's about… everything and also nothing. Mostly, it's about *me* trying to figure things out. Don't judge. You're probably doing the same thing right now, aren't you?
Why are you writing this in HTML? Nobody does that anymore, old timer.
Look, I just found out about this whole
Have you ever had a truly *epic* fail? Spill.
Oh, honey. Where do I even *start*? Let's see… there was the time I tried to make a soufflé for a first date. I'd watched, like, one YouTube video (big mistake). The resulting concoction rose… and then dramatically cratered. Literally. The *date* cratered too, to be fair. I'm pretty sure the smoke alarm went off *during dessert*, and the whole thing looked like a miniature volcanic eruption. He politely excused himself… never to be seen again. I’m still traumatized by that experience, even if I'm laughing about it now. The worst thing is I'm not sure I learned my lesson. I still can't cook for the life of me, but I'm still watching cooking shows during the downtime.
What's your biggest fear in life? (Don't be a wimp!)
Okay, okay, deep breath. Here it goes… I guess my biggest fear is... becoming boring. Not the "boring" that comes with a routine, which is good when you get older, but the kind where you stop *feeling* things. Where the world loses its sparkle. I don't want to become that person, the one you see on the train, staring blankly ahead, just... existing. Ugh. Even thinking about it makes me want to go climb a tree--or at least impulsively dye my hair pink...
What’s your favorite kind of cheese? And why? This is important.
This is *absolutely* essential. Okay… it's a tie between Gruyere and Taleggio. Gruyere, because… it's Gruyere! Rich, nutty, melts like a dream. You can be depressed, hungry, or just need something in life, and Gruyere can help with whatever you are going through. And Taleggio, because it smells like a dirty sock but tastes like heaven. It's an exercise in embracing imperfections, a metaphor for life, right? Plus, the smell is, oddly, comforting… in a weird, I'm-not-sure-I-should-say-this kind of way.
What's the worst advice you've ever received?
Ugh, where do I begin? So much terrible advice floating about. But I think the absolute worst was, 'Just be yourself!' Sounds great, sure. Until you realize that "yourself" is a work-in-progress, a mess of contradictions, and sometimes, frankly, a bit of a disaster. That advice is just… *lazy*. It's like a recipe for a career in chaos. Unless you're already perfect, which I am not, by the way. And look, be yourself is actually just okay advice. But not like, the solution to everything. Sometimes, you *need* to adjust yourself a little, you know?
Do you believe in aliens?
Honestly? I *want* to. I *want* to believe there's someone or something else, out there, just as perplexed as I am about this whole existence thing. It's the ultimate cosmic comfort food: We (humans) can't be the only ones! But… I'm also a realist, or try to be. But the lack of clear evidence is… disheartening. And, if they *are* out there, are they judging us? Are they thinking "Oh, those humans, always trying to make a soufflé?" I'm already judging *myself*, thanks.
What’s the best book you’ve ever read? (And don’t say the bible!)
Okay, alright. The *best*? That's tough. I can't pick just one! It kind of changes with my age. But, if I had to pick one that actually meant something… maybe "One Hundred Years of Solitude" by Gabriel García Márquez. It’s the most beautiful, mind-bending, tragic, hilarious, and utterly immersive story. It made me *feel* the magic of life, and the inevitability of loss, all while making me hungry for arepas. And, it's a book where you can get lost too, much like my own brain, you know? Now that I think of it, I should re-read it again. Maybe right now? Where's my book? I need to go get my book. It is, truly, a masterpiece. Maybe, just maybe, it is the best book ever!
Okay, so… what's the point of all this?
Honestly, I have no idea. Some days, it's to feel like I'm doing *something* other than staring at the ceiling. Some days, it's to make *maybe* someone else feel less alone. Some days, it's just because I need to get the noise out of my head.Uptown Lodging
