Tuscan Dream: Garden Apartment in Greve in Chianti Awaits!
My Chaotic, Glorious, and Slightly Overwhelmed Review: [Hotel Name Withheld for Now - Let's Just Call it 'The Grand Whimsy']
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because I've just emerged from the whirlwind that is “The Grand Whimsy” – and I'm still unpacking my brain. This place… whew. Where do I even begin? It was a hotel, sure. But more than that, it was an experience. And, like any good (or disastrous) experience, it left me a bit of a mess.
First Impressions (and a Near-Disaster with the Elevator):
Right off the bat, accessibility. They say wheelchair accessible. And, bless their cotton socks, they tried. The lobby was wide and welcoming, and I, navigating with a slightly wonky knee (hey, don't judge, I spent a day too long on that roller coaster!), noticed the elevator… which, bless its heart, seemed to have a mind of its own. One minute I was calling it, the next I was trapped in a bizarre game of "Guess When the Doors Will Open." Seriously, I thought I was going to be stuck with a full afternoon tea service on the elevator because they had the audacity to serve tea in the lobby! Eventually, and with a healthy dose of "Are you kidding me?" under my breath, I made it. So, yeah, accessible, eventually. (And the staff were super apologetic which is brownie points in my book.)
(Accessibility: 3.5/5, because elevators, am I right?)
The Rooms: A Mix of Perfection and… Questionable Choices:
My room? Ah, the room. Let's start with the good: FREE WI-FI IN ALL ROOMS!. Hallelujah! Plus, proper INTERNET access! (I needed to get some work done, and while I COULD use the WI-FI, I opted for the LAN because something about plugging in just makes me feel like a wizard). The room was spotless, which, considering the current climate, felt reassuring. Daily housekeeping? Yes, please! The bed – an extra-long bed! – was like sinking into a cloud. Blackout curtains? Thank heavens! Because let's face it, I need all the beauty sleep I can get.
The questionable choices? Well, the decor. Let's just say, whoever designed my room had very strong opinions about, uh, statement pieces. There was a mirror shaped like a giant sun (I swear, I thought I was in a disco), and a rug that looked suspiciously like a very hairy, sun-baked dog. Seriously. I stared at that thing for, like, a solid five minutes. Oh, and a mini-bar that could only be accessed by a key! (I'm not sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing… because, mini-bar). The room also had a reading light, which was helpful.
(Room Aesthetics: 3/5: Great bed, questionable rug.)
(Available in All Rooms: 4.5/5)
- Additional toilet: Yes!
- Air conditioning: Absolutely, thank goodness
- Alarm clock: Yes
- Bathrobes: yes
- Bathroom phone: Yes
- Bathtub: Yes
- Blackout curtains: Glorious, wonderful, blackout curtains.
- Carpeting: Yes
- Closet: yes
- Coffee/tea maker: yes
- Complimentary tea: yes
- Daily housekeeping: yes
- Desk: yes
- Extra long bed: YES
- Free bottled water: yes
- Hair dryer: yes
- High floor: Yes
- In-room safe box: yes
- Interconnecting room(s) available: unknown
- Internet access – LAN: yes/ yes
- Internet access – wireless: yes
- Ironing facilities: yes
- Laptop workspace: yes
- Linens: yes
- Mini bar: Yes
- Mirror: Yes (OMG, THE MIRROR)
- Non-smoking: Yes
- On-demand movies: yes
- Private bathroom: yes
- Reading light: Yes
- Refrigerator: Yes
- Safety/security feature: Yes
- Satellite/cable channels: Yes
- Scale: Yes
- Seating area: Yes
- Separate shower/bathtub: Yes
- Shower: Yes
- Slippers: yes
- Smoke detector: yes
- Socket near the bed: Yes. Very important.
- Sofa: Yes
- Soundproofing: Yes
- Telephone: yes
- Toiletries: yes
- Towels: yes
- Umbrella: Yes
- Visual alarm: unknown
- Wake-up service: Yes
- Wi-Fi [free]: Yes
- Window that opens: Yes
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: A Feast (and a Few Frustrations):
Let's talk food. The Grand Whimsy has multiple restaurants. One with a pool bar! I had a spectacular salad. Seriously, it was a true artistic experience. But I also noticed they had a vegetarian restaurant and Asian cuisine, so I had a variety. Room service? 24 HOURS?! I mean, what's not to love about that? I loved the coffee shop, the selection of desserts and drinks.
However, I did struggle a bit with the "alternative meal arrangement" thing. (I'm a bit of a picky eater). The breakfast option? Oh, the breakfast. Breakfast [buffet]? Yes! Asian breakfast? Yes. Western Breakfast? Also yes! And the buffet in restaurant was amazing. But finding something that fit my particular palate took a while.
(Dining/Snacking: 4/5, because, variety!)
Relaxation and Recreation: Spa Days and Fitness Fiascos!
Oh, the spa! The spa at The Grand Whimsy was basically heaven. I went for the, for a Body Scrub and a Body wrap. The massage was divine and they offered a pool with a view, a sauna, and a steam room. I also saw a fitness center and a gym. I would say I relaxed.
(Spa Activities: 5/5 - Absolute Bliss)
Cleanliness and Safety: A World Turned Upside Down (in a Good Way):
Okay, let's get serious for a second. Given the current state of the world. The Grand Whimsy did everything to make things safe. They had anti-viral cleaning products; they had daily disinfection in common areas, individual wrapped food options, they removed shared stationery. They had Professional-grade sanitizing services and sterilized equipment. I had a little chat with the staff about their training. They were super helpful.
(Cleanliness and Safety : 5/5 - Top marks for peace of mind!)
Services and Conveniences: The Good, the Bad, and the Questionable:
This is where things got… interesting. The staff was fantastic, especially the concierge (who managed to track down an umbrella for me during a sudden downpour – hero!). They also had a laundry and an ironing service, which were both a lifesaver. Contactless check-in/out? Yes! They had luggage storage, and a whole host of business facilities that I didn't have a chance to use. There was a convenience store!
But the “quirks” kept coming. Like the fact that the gift shop seemed to be selling exclusively things that looked suspiciously like slightly dusty souvenirs from the 1970s. Oh, and the "smoking area"? It appeared to be a small, slightly forlorn-looking patio where birds occasionally dropped in.
(Services and Conveniences: 4/5 - Mostly excellent, with just a touch of "Huh?" thrown in.)
For the Kids: My (Admittedly Childless) Perspective:
I don't have kids, but The Grand Whimsy seemed well-equipped. Babysitting service? Kids facilities? Kids Meal? Check, check, and check! It seemed very family-friendly.
(For the Kids: 4/5 - From an outsider's perspective.)
Getting Around: Smooth Sailing (Mostly):
Airport transfer? Yes! Car park (on-site and free of charge)? Yes! Car power charging station? Yes! Taxi service? Valet Parking? They had it all. Getting around was a breeze, except for that elevator, of course!
(Getting Around: 4.5/5 - Except for that elevator. Seriously.)
Final Verdict: The Grand Whimsy – A Glorious, Chaotic Adventure!
Would I recommend The Grand Whimsy? Absolutely. It's not perfect. It's quirky. It has its flaws (that elevator, the rug, the general sense of organized chaos). But it has heart. The staff genuinely cared, the (mostly) was delightful, and the rooms were comfortable.
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your sanitized, brochure-perfect Italian adventure. This is my Italian adventure. And, trust me, it's going to be a glorious, glorious mess. We're talking Greve in Chianti, baby! My apartment (fingers crossed it's actually my apartment and not, you know, a storage closet) with a GARDEN! I'm already envisioning myself, a bottle of Chianti in hand, serenading the Tuscan sun with… well, probably something embarrassingly off-key.
Day 1: Arrival & Holy Mother of God, That View!
Morning (A.K.A. the Airport Gauntlet): Oh, the joys of international travel! I swear, finding my luggage at Florence airport feels like a mini-quest worthy of a video game boss. And, of course, the budget airline decided to pack my suitcase into the cargo hold with a herd of particularly grumpy hippos. After a minor panic attack (okay, maybe a major panic attack involving the possibility of no clean underwear for the next week), and several frantic phone calls, I finally emerge with my bag (mostly intact, thank God). The whole thing just makes me want to yell at a cat. (Is this a good sign of vacation, or just me?)
Afternoon (The Drive of Death…and Delight): Rental car retrieved! Which, I’m not going to lie, I drove away from the rental place only to realize I had NO idea how to drive the car. The manual was in Italian. What’s the Italian word for "Help"? The GPS, bless its sarcastic little heart, directs me towards Greve. The roads are… well, they're Tuscan. Twisty, narrow, and with drop-offs that would make a mountain goat sweat. But the view! Sweet baby Jesus, the rolling hills, the vineyards stretching as far as the eye can see! Honestly, it's so breathtaking, I almost drove off the road because I was too busy gawking. I'm pretty sure I added a few years to my life expectancy, but also that I'm a few years closer to needing an ambulance.
Late Afternoon/Evening (Apartment Awesomeness…with a Side of Panic): Finally! I find the apartment. The key works! The door opens! And… it’s even better than the pictures! The garden looks divine, you know, the kind of garden where you picture yourself having a life changing epiphany. Except now the sun is going down and I can’t find the bloody light switch. After fumbling around in the dark for a good twenty minutes, I finally stumble upon it, and it's glorious! First order of business: a bottle of local wine (obviously). Second order of business: figure out how the hell the stove works. Third order: try not to cry from sheer, overwhelming beauty. Oh, and I nearly set the kitchen on fire trying to cook pasta. (Note to self: Maybe stick to cheese and bread tonight.) Oh and I have to go to the grocery store tomorrow, I literally forgot to get anything to eat. Ahhhhh the chaos, feels right at home.
Day 2: Villages, Vineyards, & That Damn Olive Oil
Morning (Exploring the Charm): Okay, so I'm up early, mostly because my internal clock is still screaming "airport." Time to explore Greve! The main square is adorable… or perhaps I'm just delirious from the wine. The local shops are a treasure trove of artisan delights. I end up buying some olive oil. You know, the real stuff. I'd been warned about Tuscan olive oil, that it's a little too sharp, but I figured it would be fine, and then I tried a sample and almost started coughing and my eyes started watering. I have no idea how I'm going to use this, but I bought it anyway, because… Tuscany.
Afternoon (Wine Tasting – The Good, The Bad, & the Slightly Slurred)…and The Most Beautiful Vineyard: Oh, lord, the wine tasting. First the guide started and I thought, "Oh, this is great, I'm learning about wine and feeling quite sophisticated!". And then the pours kept getting bigger and the stories kept getting wilder and suddenly I had to pee every 5 minutes. I am going to become a fountain. I might have purchased more wine than I can realistically carry home. But, hey, when in Tuscany, right? And then we went to the actual vineyard. I was not expecting the view from up there. It was just so…perfect. The sun hitting the grapes, the gentle breeze… I'm pretty sure a tear rolled down my cheek. No shame.
Evening (Trying to Cook…Again): I'm back at the apartment, feeling a little bit of the effects of the wine and desperately trying to make some dinner. My initial plan — a simple tomato pasta — has devolved into a culinary disaster. The pasta is overcooked, the tomatoes are charred (again!), and the olive oil…well, it's still an aggressive little thing. I'm thinking I'll just have bread and cheese. Maybe this apartment is built for the cheese and bread lifestyle.
Day 3: (Messy) Market Mania & the Quest for the Perfect Espresso
Morning (Bargaining Bonanza): I hit up the local market. It's a sensory overload! The vibrant colors of the fresh produce, the chatter of the locals, the aroma of…everything. I try to haggle for some fruit, but I'm pretty sure the vendor is laughing at my terrible Italian. I end up buying a ridiculous amount of peaches and a scarf I probably don't need, and the people around me give me the look. You know, the one that says "tourist".
Afternoon (Espresso, Espresso, Where Art Thou?): My caffeine cravings are hitting a fever pitch. The Italian espresso experience is something I'd built up in my head. My mission: to find the absolutely perfect espresso. I end up going to all the cafes, and each one is a letdown compared to the perfect fantasy. I can't get it right! I’ve developed a tremor. Still, I keep trying. Is this the journey or the destination? I'm pretty sure it's not the destination. I'm starting to think the espresso is just an elaborate test of my patience and a way to make me more susceptible to buying souvenirs.
Evening (Garden Bliss & Solo Reflection): I’m retreating to the garden. The weather is perfect, the sun is setting, and I'm finally starting to unwind. I drink some more wine and think about, well, everything. About life, love, and the fact that I really need to learn how to cook. Maybe this is what I need, to just wander and eat cheese. And that's the point, isn't it? To let go of the expectations, embrace the mess, and let this beautiful, chaotic, wonderful place… change me. Bring on the next day, Greve. Bring it on.
So, what *is* this whole thing even about, anyway? Like, the *point*?
Do you ever get… you know… *imposter syndrome*? Like, am I even qualified to answer questions?
Okay, okay. What's your *best* advice? Like, the gold nugget of wisdom?
What’s the absolute *worst* advice you've ever heard? The kind that makes you want to scream into a pillow?
Ugh. Okay. Deep breaths. I need to calm down. Sorry, I have strong feelings about this.
What's a super common mistake people make when trying to [fill in the blank; let's say "learn a new skill"]?
The key is to embrace the suck. You *will* mess up. You *will* make mistakes. You *will* probably cry at some point. It's part of the process! I was trying to learn how to code once, and I spent *hours* staring at lines of gibberish, wondering if my brain had just… shut down. But slowly, slowly, I got it. You have to be patient with yourself (which, by the way, is something I'm still working on). Don't compare yourself to anyone else. And celebrate those tiny victories! Did you finally get that semicolon right? High five! Did you manage to sew a mostly-straight line? Party time!
If you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be? (And please don't say "pizza." That's boring.)
What’s a lesson you learned the hard way? Like, a *really* hard way?
There was this one time, I was really young, and I poured my heart out to someone I thought was a friend. I shared things. I shared fears. I shared my dreams. Then… well, let's just say they weren't as good of a friend as I thought. They used the things I had entrusted to them in a way that hurt me badly. It took me years to really get over it. I still find myself hesitating sometimes. But I learned a painful, hard lesson: not everyone deserves your trust. And that's okay. It's a hard truth, but it’s also true. Now, I still try to trust, but I'm also a bit better at protecting myself. Maybe. I think. It's a work in progress, that's for sure.
What’s something you’re *really* passionate about? Like, the thing that keeps you upStay By City
