Escape to Tuscany: Your Dream Belvilla Awaits in Pescia!
Escape to Tuscany: My Dream Belvilla… Almost! (A Pescia Pilgrimage with a Few Hiccups)
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because I’m about to spill the Tuscan beans on my recent jaunt to Pescia, courtesy of Belvilla. The promise? Escape to Tuscany! Your dream Belvilla awaits! The reality? Well, it was a beautiful, sun-drenched, pasta-filled adventure… with a few, shall we say, interesting moments. Let's dive in, shall we?
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Right, now that the robots are happy… let's get into the glorious mess.
Accessibility: A Mixed Bag… and My Knee Tells the Story
Right off the bat, let’s talk accessibility. I’m not fully wheelchair-bound, but my knee is a grumpy sod after a recent, let's say, enthusiastic attempt at a mountain bike adventure. The initial promise of “facilities for disabled guests” intrigued me. The reality? A mixed bag.
- Good: The villa itself was mostly on flat ground, which was a huge relief. No death-defying stair climbs to the front door! Some rooms were spacious enough for maneuvering. They had an elevator. Score!
- Bad: The "wheelchair access" label felt a bit… optimistic. Some narrow doorways and the occasional uneven paving stone around the property proved a bit of a challenge. And the promised handrails? Let's just say they were present in some places, not all. I ended up relying heavily on my wife and a ridiculously stylish walking stick.
- My Take: While not perfect, the property was largely manageable. If you're fully reliant on a wheelchair, I'd recommend confirming exact measurements and details before booking. Don't be afraid to ask Belvilla directly – their customer service was actually pretty decent.
On-Site Accessible Restaurants/Lounges: Food, Glorious Food (and a Slight Accessibility Glitch)
Speaking of decent… The on-site restaurant was a godsend! After a morning of tentative steps and nervous knee-wringing, the thought of fresh pasta was enough to make me wince less.
- The Restaurant: The restaurant did have a lovely, accessible terrace, which was just perfect for an Aperol Spritz at sunset. The view? Undeniably stunning. The food? Oh, mamma mia! A la carte, buffet… they had it all! I particularly went gaga over their Spaghetti alla Carbonara! Seriously delicious.
- The Glitch The main dining room, while beautiful, wasn't the easiest to navigate in my condition. Tables were a little close together, and the floor… let’s just say it was a work of art, but not exactly practical for a slow-moving, cane-wielding chap.
- My emotional reaction!: Frustration aside, i was still feeling the joy and comfort of being in this amazing villa after a long day of taking amazing pictures and relaxing.
Wheelchair Accessible (Revisited):
See above. It’s a work in progress, bless their hearts. But the fact that an elevator exists? HUGE win.
Internet Access: Thank God for Wi-Fi (and The occasional Slow Down)
- The Promise: "Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!" – Music to my ears! Gotta stay connected, right?
- The Reality: Mostly true! The Wi-Fi was generally reliable and fast enough for streaming and video calls. There were a couple of moments, usually during the late afternoon (coincidence? I think not!) when everyone seemed to be online at once and things slowed to a crawl. But overall, I was happy. Internet access – LAN not tested; didn't use them. Wi-Fi in Public areas - YES!
- My Take: A solid thumbs up. Essential in this day and age!
(Things to do) and (Ways to Relax) - My Happy Place
Okay, this is where Belvilla shone! The property's amenities were seriously impressive.
- **Spa/Sauna/Steamroom/Pool/Pool with View: **I am a big fan of spas! The jacuzzi was my bestfriend and the pool was a great place to relax even if it was outdoor! The sauna was a great way to wind down the day and the steamroom made me feel like I was in heaven! *Seriously*.
- Fitness Center: I don’t do fitness, but my wife did! She loved it.
- Massage: I'm all in on this! After a particularly exhausting day of exploring, a massage was pure magic. The therapist was wonderful, and I practically melted into the massage bed.
- My Take: This is where I went from "hmm, this is nice" to "OH MY GOD, I NEVER WANT TO LEAVE!". The spa area was a complete escape, and the pool with that view… chef's kiss.
Cleanliness and Safety: Feeling Safe, Mostly!
I'm still a bit paranoid about the Covid, so hygiene was a big concern. And I have to say, Belvilla seemed to take it seriously:
- Good: Anti-viral cleaning products were used, they had hand sanitizer everywhere, the rooms were sanitized between stays, and the staff were trained in safety protocols.
- Meh: Daily disinfection in common areas was good.
- My Take: I felt reassured and comfortable. They did a decent job.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: Pasta, Prosecco, and Pure Bliss
Ah, the food. This area of Italy is just heaven on a plate. And the Belvilla property was a huge contributor:
- Restaurants: The restaurant was a highlight; see above! The A la carte options were amazing!
- Bars: The pool bar served a mean Negroni. Happy hour was a must!
- Room Service: 24-hour service? Score! Perfect for late-night cravings.
- Other Bites: I took advantage of the Breakfast takeaway service; it was good as well.
- My Take: Excellent. A food lover's paradise, without question.
(Services and Conveniences): The Nice Things (And a Few Mishaps)
Lots of little things that made life easier… most of the time.
- Good: Air conditioning, concierge service, daily housekeeping (bless them!), laundry service, luggage storage, and a safe in the room. They also had a good selection of things at the convenience store!
- Meh: They promised dry cleaning, but I didn't actually need it.
- My Take: Overall, very solid.
For the Kids: Family-Friendly Fun
I went kid-free, but saw plenty of families enjoying themselves.
- Good: They had babysitting, kids meals, and kids facilities.
- My Take: Looked great! Family friendly!
Getting Around: Pretty Easy… Except for the Tuscan Roads!
- Good: Free parking! Car park on-site
- Meh: Airport transfer was available, but I didn’t use it.
- My Take: Easy peasy.
Available in all rooms: the necessities!
- Good: Air conditioning, Alarm Clock, Bathrobes, Coffee/tea maker, complimentary tea, desk, extra long bed, hair dryer, internet access-wireless, iron facilities, mini bar, non-smoking, private bathroom, refrigerator, safety/security feature, satellite/cable channels, seating area, smoke detector, telephone, toiletries, towels, wake up service and wi-fi!
The Emotional Gut Punch (aka, The Overall Impression)
So, here's the truth: my Belvilla experience in Pescia was a bit of a rollercoaster. There were moments of pure, unadulterated joy – the views, the food, the spa! And then there were moments of mild frustration, like maneuvering through a slightly-less-than-perfectly-accessible space.
But would I go back? Absolutely. It was a beautiful property in a gorgeous location. And the staff… they genuinely seemed to care about making sure you had a good time. Belvilla wasn't perfect, but in the end, it delivered on the promise of a relaxing Tuscan escape. Just be prepared for a few little quirks along the way!
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Okay, buckle up buttercups, because we're about to dive headfirst into the Tuscan whirlwind that is…Belvilla by OYO Valleriana Pescia! My Italian adventure, let's call it Operation Olio & Vino, is about to unfold. And believe me, it won't be pretty. Think less "Under the Tuscan Sun" and more "Under the Tuscan Chaos".
Day 1: Arrival and the Great Pasta Panic (Pescia, roughly 30 minutes from Pisa airport)
- Morning (Mostly): Landed at Pisa! Glorious, slightly terrifying, Pisa. Immediately felt this overwhelming urge to lean on the leaning tower. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, maybe it was the excitement, or maybe it just really needed some company. Anyway, after a brief existential crisis on the airport shuttle (I'm pretty sure the driver was flirting with the GPS), arrived at our Belvilla. "Charming" is the word I'd use to define it. "Slightly wonky" is what my husband used. It was more "under the Tuscan sun" feeling in reality, but with a little less "sun."
- Afternoon: Settling in, unpacking (pro-tip: pack an emergency wine opener in your carry-on. Trust me.), and scouting the local grocery store. Found a miracle - San Pellegrino, the carbonated elixir of the gods. Then… pasta. The pasta aisle. My nemesis. The sheer variety! Dried, fresh, egg, whole wheat, filled, unfilled… I stared for what felt like an eternity. Then I panicked. Grabbed the prettiest box (it had a picture of a smiling Nonna) and a jar of pesto. Praying for the best.
- Evening: Pasta night! A culinary disaster. The pasta was… al dente to the point of dental damage. The pesto tasted like something the cat coughed up (sorry, Nonna). My husband, bless his heart, ate it anyway, while I drowned my sorrows in… you guessed it, more San Pellegrino. This is how my Italian life is gonna look, isn't it?
- Quirky Observation: The Italian language is loud. Everyone talks with their hands. I’m pretty sure I'm gonna have to learn a whole new hand gesturing language to survive here.
- Emotional Reaction: Mild panic, but hey, the view from our little Tuscan cottage is spectacular. And the wine… okay, the wine redeems everything. At least for now.
Day 2: History, Heights, and Honey (Pescia and Collodi)
- Morning: Pescia exploration! The city's narrow streets, the colourful houses, and an utterly charming market. We stopped at, probably the most authentic, "bar" (cafe) that was about 5 mins from the house. You know, the ones that you can almost taste old Italy. Strolled through the city, but I mostly felt like a tourist. The kids (thank god for their enthusiasm) got some gelato, which immediately lightened my mood. "The ice cream saved the day!"
- Afternoon: Collodi, home of Pinocchio! Because, why not? The Pinocchio Park was… well, it was a park. Colorful, quirky, a little dilapidated, and utterly charming. I will say, the giant Pinocchio statue was actually a little creepy. My kids loved climbing the giant wooden structures and running through the gardens.
- Evening: Honey tasting at a local farm. Heaven! This really was the experience I was craving. The man's honey was the nectar of the Gods. We tried different varieties, from acacia to chestnut, and all of them amazing. My husband bought a whole jar, and I almost considered marrying the beekeeper.
- Messier Structure: Okay, I'll admit it. I got a little lost in Pescia. Took a wrong turn, ended up in a cul-de-sac. My kids started whining, I started sweating, and my husband just sighed. It was a moment.
- Emotional Reaction: Honey-induced euphoria followed by a temporary, fleeting moment of existential dread. But the honey won. Always the honey.
Day 3: The Road Trip Debacle (Lucca & the Mountains)
- Morning: Rent a car! Okay, this was a mistake. A monumental mistake. Driving in Italy is an extreme sport. Especially when you're from a country where the speed limit is a suggestion. Lucca was BEAUTIFUL, all walled city and cobblestone streets. You could cycle around the walls. I did not.
- Afternoon: The mountains! Yes! We thought a scenic drive in the Apuan Alps would be a good idea. It wasn't. The roads were narrow, winding, and terrifying. I clutched the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned white. The kids got carsick. My husband just kept saying, "Are you sure this is the right way?" No, I am not!
- Evening: We made it back (miraculously) to Pescia! Pizza night, to calm everyone's nerves. The pizza was good. Real good. But the memory of that mountain drive will likely haunt me until I die.
- Opinionated Language: Italian drivers are insane. They have no regard for lane markings, speed limits, or common sense.
- Stronger Emotional Reaction: Pure, unadulterated, road-rage-fueled terror. Followed by overwhelming relief at being alive. And then, pizza.
Day 4: Relaxation & Re-evaluation (Pescia & surroundings)
- Morning: Decided to skip the preplanned tours and enjoy the place the house is itself! Lounging in the garden. Reading. Actually relaxing. The kids swam in the pool and had an amazing time.
- Afternoon: A wander around the nearby town, exploring the shops and people watching. Enjoyed the local gelato shop.
- Evening: Home-cooked dinner (finally, a success!), and stargazing with the kids.
- Messier Structure: This itinerary is definitely a work in progress. I realized I've been trying to "do" too much. Sometimes, the best thing to do is nothing.
- Stronger Emotional Reaction: I'm starting to fall a little bit in love with this messy, chaotic, beautiful country. Even with the scary driving and the pasta failures.
Day 5 - Onward to Florence
- Morning: Checking out of the Belvilla. Reluctantly. Had grown to love the place, even if it was imperfect.
- Afternoon: Train to Florence. A new adventure awaits!
Final Thoughts:
This itinerary is not perfect. It's messy, it's chaotic, it's filled with mistakes, and it's probably going to be a lot more fun than anything planned. It's real. Because life, just like my Italian adventure, is rarely perfect. It's about the unexpected moments, the laughter, the tears, and the memories that stick with you long after you’ve left. This Belvilla by OYO in Valleriana Pescia… it's not the 'Under the Tuscan Sun' fantasy, but I'm pretty sure I'll never forget it.
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Escape to Tuscany: Your Dream Belvilla Awaits in Pescia! (or Does It...?) - FAQs, Truths, and Ramblings
Okay, so, Belvilla in Pescia... What *actually* is it like? The brochures make it sound... perfect. Is it?
Ah, the brochures. They're liars, bless their glossy little hearts. Look, Pescia itself is beautiful. Seriously. Emerald green hills, olive groves that look like they've been strategically combed, the scent of rosemary and something else I can't quite put my finger on... (Maybe aging parmesan? Who knows.) But the Belvilla experience? It's... a mixed bag. Like a perfectly made tiramisu with a rogue coffee bean lurking in the middle that you almost choke on.
I booked a villa – the one with the "stunning infinity pool" (more on that later) – and let me tell you, reality slapped me right in the face the second I unlocked the front door. It wasn't *hideous*, mind you. Just... lived-in. And let's just say the last time the kitchen saw a serious cleaning, the Beatles were still topping the charts. My first reaction? Dismay. Followed by, "Well, at least the wine is cold..."
So perfect? Absolutely not. Charming? Potentially. Depends on your tolerance for adventure, dust bunnies, and the occasional rogue lizard darting across your path. (That happened. Twice.)
The Pool! THE POOL! Was it truly an infinity pool of Instagrammable dreams? Because that's why I'm *considering* going there.
Okay, deep breaths. The "stunning infinity pool"… let's just say the photographer for the brochure had some serious Photoshop skills. Seriously serious. It was... a pool. Yes, it technically existed. And yes, one edge did give the illusion of infinity if you squinted your eyes, stood on your tiptoes, and pretended a strategically placed hedge wasn't obscuring half the view.
It was... a pool. It had water. It MAY have had some chlorine in it, though I'm not entirely convinced. There were a few questionable leaves floating about, little floating islands of nature's debris. I spent a day trying to clear them – a losing battle, I assure you. The "perfect" reflection of the Tuscan sunset? Let's just say the angle didn't quite work. I felt conned! Like they’d used a different dimension to take the photos! But! I spent the first day trying to clear it, the second day I was too busy drinking wine to care, so I guess it balanced out.
My advice? Lower your expectations. Bring a good book (or three!) and embrace the imperfections. And for heaven's sake, bring a pool skimmer. You'll thank me later. And if it's about the photos, then the pool is there. If it's about swimming and enjoying it... Well... See above.
Pescia itself – is it worth the trip? Besides questionable pools...
Pescia? *Yes!* Absolutely, unequivocally yes. Forget the pool for a second. Pescia is genuinely lovely. It's the kind of place where you can wander aimlessly for hours, getting gloriously lost in cobbled streets, stumbling upon tiny cafes that serve the most incredible espresso (seriously, the coffee is life), and feeling like you've stepped back in time.
The flower market is a riot of color and perfume. The Duomo is breathtaking. The people are friendly, even if your Italian is as rusty as mine. I spent an afternoon just sitting in a piazza, watching the locals go about their lives, and feeling a sense of peace I don't think I've experienced since I was a kid, building forts out of blankets in my living room! It's authentic, it's charming, and it's everything the Belvilla listing promised, even if the villa itself didn't quite deliver. Just... maybe pack some bug spray. That's another thing I neglected...
What about the villa itself? Were you even ALIVE? (I'm picturing a haunted house now...)
Alive? Yes! Haunted? Thankfully, no. Though there was a distinct draft from under the front door that made me question the structural integrity of the building after a particularly windy night.
The villa... well, it had character. Lots of character. And by 'character,' I mean mismatched furniture, a kitchen that appeared to have been assembled from the leftovers of several different eras, and a distinct lack of modern amenities, especially AC! I’d have killed for some air conditioning! One of the bedrooms, however, had a stunning view! It almost made up for the creaky bedsprings that sounded like a chorus of angry squirrels every time I moved.
The best part? The owner, bless his heart, greeted me upon arrival. He barely spoke english! I don’t speak Italian! We got by on hand gestures and lots of laughing though! It was a perfect introduction. It's an experience, let's put it that way. Think of it more as a place to *experience* Tuscany, not just to *stay* in it.
Any Pro-Tips? Besides the pool skimmer and bug spray...
Okay, here's the lowdown, after getting a bit of Tuscan dust on my boots:
- **Underpack!** Seriously. Pack lightly. You'll buy so much food, wine, and random souvenirs that you'll need the extra suitcase space.
- **Learn basic Italian phrases.** Even a few words will go a long way. "Grazie," "Prego," and "Un bicchiere di vino rosso, per favore" (a glass of red wine, please) are essential.
- **Embrace the unexpected.** Things will go wrong. The internet will probably be spotty. You'll probably misplace your keys. Roll with it. It's part of the charm.
- **Eat ALL the pasta.** Seriously. All of it.
- **Bring a travel adapter.** Obvious, I know, but I forgot. And spent the first day desperately trying to charge my phone in the car. Don't be me.
- **Don't be afraid to explore!** Get lost! Wander! Discover! The best moments happen when you deviate from the plan. I stumbled upon a tiny, family-run trattoria that served the most incredible wild boar ragu. It wasn't in my Lonely Planet guide. It was just... there. And it was perfect.
Would you go back? Given the “experiences”?
Honestly? Yes. Absolutely. Despite the questionable pool, the lack of AC, and the questionable cleanliness of the kitchen – the *soul* of Pescia, the warmth of the people, the breathtaking beauty of the landscape – it all outweighs the imperfections.
I'd go back in a heartbeat. I'd pack a better pool skimmer, more bug spray, and maybe even learn a few more Italian phrases. I'd lower my expectations and raise my tolerance for rustic charm. I'd embrace the imperfections, theGlobetrotter Hotels
