Escape to Paradise: Your Dream Cottage Awaits in Vaux-sur-Sûre, Belgium!
Escape to Paradise: Vaux-sur-Sûre, or, My Belgian Cottage Dream… Almost
Okay, let's be real. I’m not exactly a seasoned travel blogger. More like a chronic over-packer with a penchant for accidentally ordering the wrong thing in foreign languages. But I just had to share my experience at "Escape to Paradise" (they really commit to the name!) in Vaux-sur-Sûre, Belgium. Because, honestly? It was a wild ride. And by wild, I mean… well, you’ll see.
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Accessibility - A Mixed Bag, Honestly:
Look, I'm not using a wheelchair (thankfully, those stairs ate me). But I do appreciate places trying to accommodate everyone. They did mention "Facilities for disabled guests" and a "wheelchair accessible" thing, however… I couldn’t fully assess this as a non-wheelchair user. But I did see an elevator, which always gets bonus points. It felt a little dicey, with narrow corridors and some tight turns. So, call it… cautiously optimistic? You'll need to call ahead and be very specific about your needs.
Cleanliness & Safety - Pandemic Prep (Thank God):
Okay, this is where I was genuinely impressed. This was post-pandemic, and they were serious about cleanliness. "Anti-viral cleaning products," "Rooms sanitized between stays," the works. I even saw a staff member actually sterilizing a remote control! (I swear, it's the little things…) They had "Hand sanitizer" everywhere (like, everywhere!). "Physical distancing of at least 1 meter" was pretty well enforced. They also had "Daily disinfection in common areas" and… look, they really went for it. I felt safer there than I do in my own kitchen! Also, they had "Staff trained in safety protocol," meaning maybe they wouldn't tell you to leave the spa because you coughed?
On-Site Restaurants & Lounges – The Culinary Labyrinth:
Okay, buckle up. This is where things get… interesting. There are "Restaurants" listed; not just one, but plural. And they boast things like "Asian cuisine in restaurant," "International cuisine in restaurant," "Vegetarian restaurant," and even "Western cuisine in restaurant." It all sounded amazing!
The Asian Breakfast Debacle: I was lured by the "Asian breakfast." Visions of fragrant rice porridge and delicate dumplings danced in my head. What I got? Toast. Hard-boiled eggs. And instant coffee that tasted like despair. This was not the experience of Asian cuisine I had expected.
The "Buffet in Restaurant" – a Delicious Dilemma: The main restaurant, however, offered a buffet. It was a gamble, I know, but sometimes a girl just needs a mountain of food. The "Buffet in restaurant" was pretty solid. It had everything you’d expect, from croissants to smoked salmon, and it was, dare I say, a great way to start the day.
The Poolside Bar Mirage: There’s a "Poolside bar" listed, which sounded dreamy. Imagine: sipping a cocktail, sun on your face, bliss. In reality, it was more like a tiny, slightly sad collection of tables, with drinks served with a very weary air. It did have the coffee in the "Coffee/tea in restaurant."
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: A Varied Experience, to Put it Kindly: They also offer "Room service [24-hour]". That's great, but… who wants to miss all the interesting (and sometimes disappointing) food experiences?
Things to Do, Ways to Relax – The Spa & the Pool (and My Existential Crisis):
This is where "Escape to Paradise" really tries to live up to its name. And, in some respects, it does.
The Spa – My Personal Nirvana (Mostly): Okay, let's talk spa. I'm a sucker for spas. They had it all: "Body scrub," "Body wrap," "Foot bath," "Massage," "Sauna," "Spa," "Spa/sauna," and "Steamroom." The facilities were gorgeous, all earthy tones and hushed whispers. The massage was divine. I honestly think I almost achieved enlightenment somewhere between the hot stones and the lavender oil. I loved the "Pool with view" but I didn't stay on the "Fitness center," because I was on vacation, not to work.
The Outdoor Pool – Frozen Joy: The "Swimming pool [outdoor]" was beautiful. Crystal clear water, views of the rolling hills… BUT it was freezing! Okay, maybe I'm a wimp. But it felt less like a refreshing dip and more like a dare. I lasted about five minutes before escaping to the (much warmer) sauna. The "Swimming pool" itself was fantastic because you could swim in it.
Rooms – Cozy, Mostly:
The "rooms" themselves were pretty charming. I had a "Cottage" the "Non-smoking rooms" was super. It was comfortable and I guess the "Air conditioning" made it better. I also found a "Coffee/tea maker" (thank goodness!) and a "mini bar" was great in case of emergency. I liked my "Seating area".
- My Moment of Panic (and Unexpected Friendship): One minor hiccup: I locked myself out twice. Yes, twice. Once in the middle of the night. Luckily, the "Doorman" was incredibly kind and didn’t laugh (much). He then helped me with the "luggage storage".
Services & Conveniences – The Little Things That Matter (and Don't):
They list a whole bunch of "Services and conveniences," from "Cash withdrawal" to a "Gift/souvenir shop." And they do deliver on a lot of them.
The "Convenience store" Conundrum: I've seen gas stations with more selection. Still, you can grab a bottle of water - they have "Bottle of water" and also give you "Free bottled water"- and a snack if you're desperate.
The Concierge Conundrum: The "Concierge" was a little hit-or-miss. Sometimes super helpful, other times… well, let's just say I ended up figuring things out myself.
For the Kids – Family Friendly (But Be Prepared):
"Escape to Paradise" bills itself as "Family/child friendly"! I'm not a parent, but I saw "Kids meal," "Babysitting service," and "Kids facilities" (mostly a playground). However, I also saw a lot of parents looking…exhausted. So, while they try, be prepared to do a little bit of extra work on your own.
Getting Around – Rent a Car (Trust Me):
"Airport transfer" and "Taxi service" are listed, but seriously, rent a car. Vaux-sur-Sûre is in the middle of nowhere (gloriously so, mind you). Your options will be limited without wheels. "Car park [free of charge]" is great, but make sure you get your car.
The Verdict – Paradise with a Side of Quirks:
So, is "Escape to Paradise" paradise? Well, not perfect paradise, but it's pretty damn close. There are quirks, imperfections, and the occasional logistical head-scratcher. But the gorgeous setting, the amazing spa, and the genuine effort to create a relaxing experience make it worthwhile.
Would I go back? Absolutely. But next time, I'm packing extra snacks, a detailed map of the restaurant layout, and maybe a small hand-held sauna so I can be comfortable. And maybe, just maybe, I'll actually learn a few phrases in French.
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Cottage Chaos in Vaux-sur-Sûre: A Travelogue of Floundering and Finding Bliss (Maybe)
Okay, so, picture this: a tiny cottage, in the middle of… well, Vaux-sur-Sûre, Belgium. Sounds idyllic, right? Like something out of a twee Instagram feed, all sun-drenched mornings and perfectly curated cheese boards. HA! Let me tell you, reality is a whole different beast. This trip has been a rollercoaster of "Oh, this is lovely!" followed by "WHY did I book this?!"
Day 1: Arrival, Anxiety, and Apples
- 14:00 - Arrival & The Great Key Hunt: Found the cottage. Finally. After an odyssey of wrong turns that involved me screaming at the GPS (she always lies), we were there. But the key situation? Epic. Apparently, the lockbox code was a secret handshake, a riddle, and a test of patience all rolled into one. After 20 minutes of jiggling, swearing, and feeling like a total idiot, I cracked it. Victory(ish).
- 14:30 - The Garden, or, "My Therapist's Dream": The garden's actually…amazing. Seriously. Wildflowers spilling over, a tiny stream, a babbling brook. Almost zen. Almost. Then I noticed the sheer number of apples. Like, billions of them. They were everywhere. Suddenly, the zen dissolved, replaced by a vision of me, hunched over, picking apples for the rest of my natural life. Panic level… elevated.
- 15:00 - Grocery Grab & The Belgian Bias: The village of Vaux-sur-Sûre doesn't exactly scream "culinary hotspot." The supermarket? Small. Limited. I swear, everything was either ham-based or… mayonnaise-based. Everywhere with mayonnaise. I grabbed some cheese, bread (good bread, thankfully), and a bottle of local beer (the only thing that seemed safe). Felt like I was back in the dark ages, in the best way possible.
- 16:00 - The Cider (and the Regret): The apples. The billions of bloody apples. I decided to be productive. Made cider. It's turning into a brown, weird sludge. Sipping it, I started to feel the beginnings of indigestion. Maybe the apples were plotting against me.
- 19:00 - Dinner, and the Realization That I'm a Terrible Cook: Attempted a simple omelet. Failed miserably. The eggs stuck to the pan. Ended up eating cheese and bread. Again. Comfort food for the eternally inept. Started reading that novel, "The Secret Garden." Very apt, at this moment.
Day 2: Nature, Nerves, and a Near-Disaster
- 08:00 - Birdsong and Breakfast Panic: Woke up to a symphony of birds. Lovely. But the idyllic tranquility was short-lived. I remembered that I had an apple cider concoction to deal with. I couldn't put it off. My stomach was already rumbling uneasily.
- 09:00 - Finding a hike (and losing my way): Packed some questionable snacks (more bread, some cheese, and a few of those problematic apples). Thought I'd get some fresh air. Found a trail. Beautiful scenery. Forest. Stream. Feeling… good. Then, I got, you know, lost. Seriously lost. Was convinced I was going to become bat-shit crazy. I tried to follow the river, but all it did was go in circles.
- 11:00 - The Trail of Tears (and the Discovery of a Bakery!): After what felt like an eternity, I stumbled back onto a road. And there, like a mirage, was a tiny bakery! Warm bread, gooey pastries, the smell of heaven. Bought enough to counteract my existential dread.
- 12:00 - The Near-Disaster - and the Unexpected Kindness: Back at the cottage, I discovered the water wasn't working. Panic sets in. I started imagining myself as the next Survivor competitor, but living in some remote cottage. Then, I started yelling to my partner that I could't cope. We were saved, thanks to the friendly neighbors who managed to fix it.
- 16:00 - The River! After a short argument with the partner, we both got to the point when we could take a dip in the river. I was so tired but the water was so clear and the scenery was mind-blowing. A feeling of peace descended.
- 17:00 - More Cider, More Regret: Tried the cider. Tasted like… fermented compost. I'm starting to think the apples are actively trying to poison me.
Day 3: The "Oh, This is Actually Pretty Great" Phase?
- 09:00 - Breakfast of Champions (or, At Least, Decent Bread): Found a recipe for pan-fried eggs with bacon. Managed not to burn anything! Progress!
- 10:00 - Exploring the Village, and the Beautiful Church: Decided to actually explore Vaux-sur-Sûre. The church is gorgeous -- the stained glass windows were breathtaking.
- 14:00 - The Beer and the Epiphany: Found a small café. Drank a local beer. And, as the sun hit my face, something shifted. Maybe it was the beer. Maybe it was finally accepting the apple fate.
- 16:00 - The Orchard and the Acceptance: Went back to the orchard, and instead of being overwhelmed, I was mesmerized by the beauty. The colors, the smells, I decided I would start drawing and making notes of the orchard.
- 19:00 - Dinner, Success! My partner had cooked this time. Simple, delicious. And, for the first time, I felt like I was actually present in this crazy, beautiful place.
Day 4: Departure - A Fond Farewell (and a Plea for a Real Kitchen Next Time)
- 09:00 - The Great Packing and the Apple Disposal: Packing is a disaster. Trying to figure out how to discreetly dispose of the cider. Maybe I'll just leave it for the next unsuspecting victim…
- 10:00 - Last Walk in the Garden: One last walk, breathing in the air, letting it sink in. This cottage? It's a mess, but it's also… magic.
- 11:00 - Key Rescue: The key, the bane of my existence, was now mine. I handed it off to the owner, and I could not be happier.
- 12:00 - Departure: The End (for now): Leaving with mixed emotions. Relief (no more apples!) mixed with genuine sadness. I actually liked it there. Go figure. Next time, though? A kitchen that doesn't require a PhD in engineering. And maybe fewer apples.
This was a mess, and it was perfect. And I wouldn't trade it for anything.
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Escape to Paradise: Vaux-sur-Sûre, Belgium – Your Burning Questions Answered (and Some I Made Up!)
Okay, so you're eyeing our little slice of heaven in Vaux-sur-Sûre, huh? Good choice! Trust me, I've wrestled with the decision myself a dozen times. Finding a decent bread knife alone almost broke me (long story, involving a Belgian butcher, a lot of charcuterie, and a distinct lack of proper kitchenware). But, alright, let's dive into what you REALLY want to know. Expect a bit of a bumpy ride… I'm not exactly known for my conciseness.
1. What exactly is "Escape to Paradise"? Is it, like, actually paradise? Because I've had some "paradise" vacations that were more "prison," if you catch my drift…
Paradise, huh? Let's be realistic. It's not white sand beaches (wrong bloody continent!). It's not a butler named Jeeves. It's... a charming, rustic cottage in the Ardennes region of Belgium. Picture this: rolling hills, sheep bleating in the distance, the smell of freshly baked bread wafting from the local boulangerie. (Seriously, the bread is LIFE-ALTERING.)
Look, it's *my* paradise. Not necessarily *yours.* You might find it boring. You might find it perfect. I'm pretty sure my cat, who believes the sun revolves around *her,* loves it. Which is a ringing endorsement, I tell you. It's your escape, a place to recharge. If you're hoping for a non-stop party… you're in the wrong place. If you're happy with a good book, a glass of Belgian beer, and the sound of rain on a tin roof… then buckle up, buttercup, you might *actually* be in paradise. Just... bring your own bread knife. Trust me on this.
2. What's the cottage *really* like? ("Charming" and "rustic" are starting to sound ominous).
Okay, okay, let's get down to brass tacks. Think: stone walls, exposed beams, a fireplace that actually works (thank God, because Belgian winters are no joke!), and a cozy kitchen. We've tried hard to make it comfortable without losing that authentic feel. There's even a washing machine because, let's be honest, nobody wants to hand-wash their socks on vacation.
Now, are there quirks? You betcha! The staircase is a bit steep (watch your step!), the water pressure sometimes has a mind of its own, and the wi-fi, well, it's Belgian wi-fi. Let's just say you might want to embrace a digital detox. It's part of the charm, right? Or at least that's what I tell myself when I'm wrestling with the router at 2 AM.
The best part? The views. Oh, the views! You can sit on the terrace with a coffee (or something stronger) and just... *be*. Pure bliss. Except for the time a rogue cow decided to try and eat my geraniums. That wasn't so blissful. But even then, the sunset was spectacular.
3. Tell me about Vaux-sur-Sûre itself. Is it as sleepy as it sounds? ("Sleepy" often translates to "dead").
Yes, it's sleepy. But, and this is a big but, it's a *good* sleepy. It's not "abandoned village" sleepy. It's "friendly locals who'll invite you in for a beer (or three)" sleepy. There's a boulangerie (that bread!!) a small grocery store, a couple of decent restaurants, and a pub that's the heart of the community.
You can walk for hours in the surrounding countryside. You can visit the Bastogne War Museum (which, honestly, is a must-see. Prepare to be humbled.) You can cycle, hike, or just sit and watch the world go by.
My *favorite* thing? Wandering the local markets. The cheese. The sausages. The beer. Oh, my word, the beer! (I told you, the bread thing was a close second.) There's a certain magic to Vaux-sur-Sûre... a sense of peace. It's the kind of place where you can *actually* unwind.
4. What if I get bored? Seriously, what if I'm the kind of person who needs 24/7 entertainment?
Okay, let's be brutally honest. If you thrive on flashing lights, noise, and constant stimulation... this is *not* the place for you. Go to Ibiza. Go to Vegas. You'll find plenty of shiny distractions there.
But if you're open to slowing down, to appreciating the simple things, to rediscovering the art of doing *nothing*… then maybe, just maybe, you'll surprise yourself. People underestimate the power of a good book, a crackling fire, and a bottle of Belgian ale.
Look, I get it. Sometimes I need a shot of adrenaline too. That's when I drive to Luxembourg city for a bit of retail therapy (it's not *too* far). Or I go hiking and pretend I'm Bear Grylls. (Emphasis on the *pretend*... survival skills are not my forte.) But mostly, I just *be*. And it's glorious. If you have a problem with being, perhaps consider a different location. It is, you know, *your* vacation.
5. What kind of food situation are we looking at? Am I going to starve to death whilst surrounded by delicious cheese and beer? (A genuine concern).
Starve? HA! Not a chance! You're in *Belgium*, for crying out loud! Cheese, chocolate, waffles (duh!), frites (with mayo, of course), hearty stews… The food is INCREDIBLE. You can buy fresh produce at the weekly market. The local butcher's is a treasure trove of sausages and charcuterie. The boulangerie… well, I've already raved about the bread.
Now, the cooking facilities are decent, but don't expect a Michelin-star kitchen. (We're aiming for cozy, not cutting-edge.) There's a hob, an oven, a fridge, all the basics. But it's not a palace, you know? I mean, the kitchen is where the bread knife situation originated.
I once tried making a complicated souffle there. It was a disaster. A glorious, cheesy, eggy disaster. But the important thing is, I had fun (and the cat ate it). So, yeah, the food situation? Excellent. Just... maybe keep your culinary ambitions realistic.
6.Rooms And Vibes
