Escape to the Dolomites: Luxurious Belvilla Alette Getaway in Predazzo, Italy
Escape to the Dolomites: My Belvilla Alette Predazzo Adventure (A Messy, Honest Review)
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because I just got back from Predazzo, Italy, and let me tell you, my experience at the Belvilla Alette was… well, it was a ride. Forget perfectly polished travel blogs; this is the real, unfiltered deal. I’ll try to cover everything, but honestly, remembering all the little details is like trying to herd cats wearing tiny skis. Let's dive in, shall we?
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- Meta Description: My (mostly) glorious and slightly chaotic review of a stay at Belvilla Alette in Predazzo, Italy! Discover the good, the bad, and the hilariously awkward, all set against the stunning backdrop of the Dolomites. Accessibility, spa experiences, food adventures (and misadventures!), and more…
First Impressions & Getting There (Accessibility, Sort Of):
Arriving in Predazzo felt like stepping into a postcard. Seriously. The mountains were majestic, the air was crisp, and I instantly felt a wave of "Oh. My. God. I'm here." The Belvilla Alette itself? Well, it looked promising.
Accessibility: Now, here's where things get a little… complicated. The website claims accessible. And there were supposed to be ramps in the public areas. But, and it's a BIG but, navigating the place with mobility limitations wasn't exactly a walk in the park – or a roll in the park, if you catch my drift. Some areas, like the main entrance, were better than others. There were steps, tight turns and a certain vibe of, shall we say, a light dusting of accessibility consideration. It’s something to definitely clarify before booking if accessibility is a MUST. If I were to rate the level of accessibility I would give it a 6/10 – great for some, tricky for others.
The Rooms: A Symphony of Comfort (and My Own Personal Chaos):
Okay, let's talk rooms, because that's where we spend a significant portion of our lives on vacation, right? My room was… nice. Really nice. Air conditioning (Hallelujah!), a comfy bed (extra long, even!), and a fantastic view. The bathroom was modern-ish, sporting a tub and separate shower. I appreciated the bathrobes and slippers. I did accidentally drop my toothbrush in the toilet one day, but that’s just life.
- Available in all rooms: Air conditioning, Alarm clock, Bathrobes, Bathroom phone, Bathtub, Blackout curtains, Carpeting, Closet, Coffee/tea maker, Complimentary tea, Daily housekeeping, Desk, Extra long bed, Free bottled water, Hair dryer, High floor (yup!), In-room safe box, Internet access – LAN, Internet access – wireless (FREE WIFI! Which was a godsend), Ironing facilities, Laptop workspace, Linens, Mini bar, Mirror, Non-smoking, On-demand movies (I binged a whole LOT), Private bathroom, Reading light, Refrigerator, Safety/security feature, Satellite/cable channels, Scale, Seating area, Separate shower/bathtub, Shower, Slippers, Smoke detector, Socket near the bed (YES!), Sofa, Soundproofing, Telephone, Toiletries, Towels, Umbrella, Visual alarm, Wake-up service, Wi-Fi [free], Window that opens.
- Additional features: Additional toilet, Internet access – wireless, Interconnecting room(s) available, non-smoking…and the room decorations were… well, they were there. Nothing to write home about, but hey, the view!
Food, Glorious Food (and Sometimes Slightly Questionable Choices):
This is where things got interesting. The Alette had a breakfast buffet that could have gone either way:
- Breakfast in room: Sadly, not in my package.
- Breakfast takeaway service: Didn’t see this offered.
- Breakfast buffet: A buffet restaurant is on site! This thing was there. And it delivered the food. Buffet was decent, but the same, and I’d get tired of it… but I do enjoy the buffets!
- Asian breakfast/cuisine – sadly, no.
- Western breakfast: Plenty of the classic.
- Coffee/tea in restaurant and coffee shop: Yes and good - coffee was consistent and hot!
- Other restaurants: Restaurants were on site. A la carte available.
- Desserts: Delicious in theory, but the execution was a mixed bag. One night, I swear I had a dessert that tasted faintly of old socks. (Probably a fluke!)
I also tried (and failed) to order room service. I think there was a miscommunication somewhere, because somehow I wound up with an entire plate of… I'm not even sure what it was. Let’s just say it involved a suspicious amount of ham. My fault, probably.
The Spa & Relaxation (This is where it gets GOOD.):
Now, this is what you come to the Dolomites for, right? And the Belvilla Alette generally delivered.
- Spa/sauna, sauna, steamroom, pool with view Yes, yes, yes, and YES! The spa area was, in a word, blissful. The pool with the mountain views was breathtaking. Floating in that water, just… ahhhhh.
- Body scrub, Body wrap, Massage: Yes to all. The massage… oh, that massage. It was so good, I almost fell asleep. (I may have dribbled a little. Don’t judge.)
- Fitness center, Gym/fitness: They had both, and I tried to use them. Once. I blame the mountains. They were just too distracting.
- Foot bath: Sadly missed this service.
The Facilities & Services (The Good, The Potentially Better):
Internet & Services: Free Wi-Fi was everywhere (praise be!), and it was fast enough to keep my Instagram addiction fed. They also offered laundry service and dry cleaning, which came in extremely handy after my… ham incident. Also, they had a currency exchange and facilities for disabled guests… though, as I mentioned, the accessibility was a bit of a mixed bag.
Services: Concierge, Daily housekeeping, Doorman, Elevator, Invoice provided, Luggage storage, Safe deposit boxes, Terrace.
Business facilities – for those who must work.
For the Kids/Couple’s Room, etc: They had everything. I saw families having a blast, but I was traveling solo.
Cleanliness and Safety (Especially Important These Days):
I felt pretty safe.
- Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, Hand sanitizer: Yes!!
- Hygiene certification: Yes!
- Rooms sanitized between stays: Yes!
- Safe dining setup: Yes!
- Staff trained in safety protocol: Yes!
- Other things: I saw plenty of hand sanitizer stations. They were definitely taking things seriously.
The Quirks, The Imperfections, and That One Time I Almost Fell in Love with a Marmot:
Okay, so here's the really honest part. This place wasn't perfect. Things weren't always seamless. But that's what made it memorable.
- The Pets (or Lack Thereof): Officially, no pets. But, I may have spotted someone discreetly sneaking a small, fluffy… something… into their room. (No judgment here!)
- The Staff: Mostly lovely, but the language barrier could be a bit of a challenge. Sometimes, ordering a coffee turned into a full-blown charade involving hand gestures and a lot of laughter.
- The Stairs: Okay, back to this. There were stairs. Lots of them. In certain areas, this was not great for accessibility.
- The Marmot: One day, while hiking (because that's what you do in the Dolomites), I encountered a marmot. It looked at me. I looked at it. And for a brief, shining moment, I considered abandoning civilization and becoming a marmot-whisperer. This has nothing to do with the hotel, but it's part of my Predazzo story.
- Shared stationery removed: Oh, well.
Getting Around:
- Airport transfer: Unavailable?
- Bicycle parking: Yes.
- Car park [free of charge], Car park [on-site], Car power charging station, Taxi service, Valet parking: Yes!
The Verdict:
Would I go back to Belvilla Alette? Absolutely. Despite the minor hiccups, the uneven accessibility, and the slightly dodgy dessert, it was
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because we're about to dive headfirst into my (slightly chaotic) Italian adventure at Belvilla by OYO Alette Predazzo. Forget the perfectly polished travel brochures, this is the real, slightly-burnt-pasta-stained deal.
The Predazzo Predicament (AKA My Itinerary)
Day 1: Arrival & Altitude Angst
- Morning (ish): Land in Venice. Whew. The flight was a symphony of screaming toddlers and the guy next to me who thought his entire life story was fascinating. Luckily, I had a mini-bottle of Prosecco stashed for emergencies. Thank god for Prosecco!
- Afternoon: Train it to Predazzo. The scenery? Majestic. My mood? Let's just say I was experiencing a severe case of "travel anxiety." Like, will the luggage arrive? Will I understand the language? Oh my god, will the house be as advertised?
- Late Afternoon/Early Evening: Arrive at Belvilla by OYO Alette. Okay, here's the deal: The photos online? Glorious. The reality? A little… different. Let's say the "rustic charm" was very rustic. Took me a moment to figure out how to open the door, my italian is very rusty at best. The smell of wood and something unidentifiable, but definitely Italian, hit me in the face. But the view? OH. MY. GOD. Mountains galore. The sheer scale of it choked me up a bit. This is it. This is what I needed.
- Evening: Tried to cook dinner. Ended up with burnt garlic and a near-fiasco involving a rogue pot of pasta. Luckily, the local pizzeria saved the day. Pizza and a very large glass of local red wine. Fell asleep before dessert.
Day 2: Cable Cars, Cows & Catastrophes
- Morning: Decided to be a "cultured traveler." Headed up the local cable car. The ascent? Terrifying. I’m not the best with heights. The views at the top? Unreal. Like, I actually gasped. I spotted some cows munching grass. They seemed very unbothered by my near-vertigo.
- Afternoon: Hike. Epic fail. Okay, not epic fail. More like… a stumble. Beautiful hiking trails, but I underestimated the altitude and my general lack of fitness. I was panting like a dying fish after about 20 minutes. Managed to get lost briefly. Not ideal.
- Late Afternoon: Rewarded myself with gelato. (Chocolate and pistachio, in case you're wondering. Life-changing). Sat in the town square and just… watched the locals. They all seemed so… Italian. Effortlessly stylish and always with an espresso in hand.
- Evening: Attempted to make a pasta dish again. The pasta? Okay. The sauce? A bit… meh. Decided to just embrace the imperfection and enjoy the wine. Played some cards by myself.
Day 3: Markets, Mishaps & My New Italian Best Friend (Kind Of)
- Morning: Explored the local market. Oh my goodness! The cheese! The cured meats! The sheer overwhelming smell of deliciousness! I bought everything, of course, including a language book. "Ciao, pizza, grazie!" I practiced my Italian, which led to some serious misunderstandings. The sweet lady at the bread stand just kept laughing at me, which I took to mean she found me charming.
- Afternoon: Decided to take a drive. Got gloriously lost. Found a tiny village, pulled over for a coffee, then a guy, maybe in his thirties, came out to help. He looked very tired, the car did not even get me very far. But he was very kind, and he spoke some English. He fixed it for me, and accepted some money. He might not be my best friend as such, but he now exists in my mind as a helpful and kind local.
- Evening: Tried a local restaurant. The food was, you know, Italian. Amazing. Ordered way too much. Conversed mostly through hand gestures and smiles. The restaurant owners found me hilarious. At one point I burst out laughing, the kind of laugh you can only have when you're utterly relaxed and alone in a foreign country.
Day 4: The Great Foraging Fail and a Mountain Man
- Morning: I'd read about foraging and decided this was my destiny. Armed with a basket and boundless enthusiasm, I ventured into the woods. I'm pretty sure I found a lot of things, but nothing I could confidently eat. I might have accidentally trespassed. I did however meet a mountain man, a true mountain man, who looked so weathered. He probably lives off the land. Gave my a few tips on foraging. I definitely didn't understand half of it, but he seemed pleased by my efforts.
- Afternoon: Retreat and recovery. Soaking in the bathtub for ages in the now-not-so-rustic bathroom. With all the doors open to the fantastic view.
- Late Afternoon: A different, but still local, restaurant, because I didn't have the energy to cook. Amazing. Tried to learn how to say "thank you, that was amazing" properly in Italian, but I think I was close to failing again.
- Evening: Attempted to write in my journal. Ended up staring out the window for hours, mesmerized by the changing colors on the mountains. Drank more wine.
Day 5: Departure & Reflections
- Morning: A final stroll through Predazzo. Said goodbye to the mountains.
- Afternoon: Train back to Venice. Realized I missed a flight.
- Evening: Land at home. The house is messy. The luggage is missing a lot. Start planning my return…
Final Thoughts (and rambling)
This trip wasn't perfect. It was a mess. There were mishaps, moments of terror, and enough pasta-related incidents to fill a cookbook (or at least a chapter). But it was real. It was raw. It was… Italian. And I wouldn't trade it for a Michelin-star experience. This trip re-awakened something in me. The mountains, the food, the people… they all got under my skin.
Predazzo and Belvilla by OYO Alette taught me that sometimes, the best experiences are found in the unexpected detours, the linguistic stumbles, and the sheer, unadulterated joy of just being. Plus, I’m pretty sure I saw a real mountain man!
Ciao, Italia. Until next time… (And trust me, there will be a next time).
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Escape to the Dolomites: My Belvilla Alette Adventure (Predazzo Edition) – FAQ (and a Whole Lot More!)
Okay, so, *Predazzo*? Why Predazzo? And what even *is* a Belvilla Alette?
The "Why Predazzo?" Reason
Really, it was a "scroll, see pretty pictures, click book" moment. We wanted mountains, fresh air, and a break from, well, *everything*. Predazzo seemed to fit the bill. Plus, there was something irresistible about the promise of authentic Italian food and that almost too-perfect mountain air.
Tell me about Alette. Was it *as* luxurious as they promised?! Did you find the perfect chalet?
Did the chalet match the pictures?
Mostly! Let's just say there was a *slight* discrepancy between the brochure's lighting and what it looked like in the dark. But the *view*! Omg the view. It was truly spectacular. And the fireplace? Yep, that worked like a charm. (Until I tried to light it the *first* time. Rookie mistake. Smoke-filled room, anyone?).
One minor glitch: there was a pesky buzzing noise from the fridge at night that sounded like a caffeinated mosquito, ruining my sleep. But as my therapist said, "Embrace the imperfections! Welcome to real life!"
What was the food *really* like? Did you try that "authentic Italian experience" they promised?
The best meal?
A tiny trattoria tucked away on a side street! We stumbled upon it, completely by accident, after nearly getting lost (again). The owner, a sweet, round woman with a voice like warm honey, didn't speak much English, and we didn't speak much Italian, but we somehow communicated the universal language of *food*. The gnocchi? To die for. The wine? Flowing. The experience? Utter perfection.
The bad meal? (oh yes, there's always a bad meal)
I will not name names, because frankly I can't remember which restaurant it was, but it was a tourist trap, and the waiter seemed to be actively annoyed that we were there. I'm pretty sure the pizza was out of a freezer, and the wine tasted as if it had been vinegarized. We scarpered after that. Avoid any place that has pictures of the food outside; that's my pro tip.Did you do any *activities*? Hiking? Skiing? Did you become one with nature, or were you more of a balcony-and-wine kind of person?
The *slightly* embarrassing truth about activity
We did *attempt* a hike. Attempt being the operative word. It was "easy," they said. "Suitable for all levels," they claimed. Three hours later, we were slightly lost, covered in sweat, and being overtaken by people in their 60s with walking poles. I'm pretty sure I saw a mountain goat laughing at us.
Skiing? Nah. Not this time. The slopes looked... intense. (And I have the coordination of a newborn giraffe). Maybe next year.
So, yes, I mostly became one with the balcony. And the wine. No regrets.
What was the best part of the trip? And what would you change?
Seriously, the view. Waking up to those majestic mountains... it just resets your soul. Beyond that, the *people*. The Italians are ridiculously kind, patient, and welcoming. The shopkeepers always had a smile and were ready to help and the waitress, even when I spilt a whole glass of red wine down my front, didn't even bat an eyelid.
What I'd Change: My packing skills!
I overpacked. Seriously. Jeans I didn’t wear, shoes for every occasion (which I didn’t use) and enough makeup to start a small cosmetics company. Lighter luggage, a better map app that works when you're lost in the middle of nowhere, and a little bit more self-compassion.
Also, definitely try skiing next time. Even if I'm terrible.
Would you recommend this Belvilla Alette getaway to Predazzo?
