Dubrovnik Dream: Luxurious Top-Floor Apartment Awaits!
Dubrovnik Dream: A Review That's More Beach Bag Than Brochure
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because I just spent a week in what’s being billed as "Dubrovnik Dream: Luxurious Top-Floor Apartment Awaits!" And let me tell you, the reality was… well, it was a dream, alright, but not always the picture-perfect Instagram one. Let's dive in, shall we? I'm talking messy hair, the kind of tan where you miss bits, and the honest truth.
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Accessibility (Sort of a mixed bag, honestly):
The website claimed accessibility. Did I find it? Mostly. Wheelchair accessibility in the apartment itself? Tick. That elevator? Thank the gods! It was a lifesaver with luggage, groceries (that Croatian supermarket is a delight), and generally when my travel buddy had one too many glasses of that local wine. But… and there's always a but… navigating the outside world… well, Dubrovnik's a city built on a hillside. Think cobblestones, steep inclines, and the occasional (adorable, but definitely not wheelchair-friendly) steps. So, while the apartment was good, the surrounding city? Let's just say a strong push makes a real difference in a wheelchair.
Accessibility - More Rambling Thoughts:
Now, the facilities for disabled guests are mentioned somewhere. But I'm guessing they didn't mean the entire experience. I once spent a frantic five minutes trying to locate a ramp to access a shop down the street. The struggle is real, and if you're relying entirely on accessible features, it gets complicated.
Cleanliness & Safety (My OCD heart sighed in relief):
Okay, this is where Dubrovnik Dream almost shined perfectly. They had their sh*t together. Anti-viral cleaning products? Check. Daily disinfection in common areas? Double check! Rooms sanitized between stays? Yep. I even *saw* the cleaning crew in action - and unlike some places I've stayed, these guys weren't just waving a feather duster. The whole place felt sparkling clean. And thank heavens because the city is absolutely teeming with tourists, and the thought of sharing invisible germs with hundreds of strangers… well, it's not ideal. Their dedication to hygiene made me feel genuinely safe.
Safety & Security: The CCTV cameras everywhere, from the CCTV in common areas to CCTV outside property, were comforting. They seemed pretty serious about the security [24-hour], too. Felt secure.
Dining, Drinking, & Snacking (Prepare to loosen your belt):
Alright, let's get down to the good stuff: the food. The restaurants within the complex? Several. The A la carte in restaurant experience was excellent, though the prices matched the luxury. The Breakfast [buffet]… oh, that breakfast [buffet]! It was a glorious spread of everything. Fresh fruit, pastries that practically melted in your mouth, the works! And honestly, it's easy to overeat. The Asian breakfast was a refreshing change. The Coffee/tea in restaurant was consistently good, too, especially when I needed that pick-me-up after a late night exploring the city. The only small issue was the Coffee shop next door, which got overrun with guests (me included) and ran out of ingredients for lattes far too often. There was also a Poolside bar, which, let's be honest, is a must-have. Sipping cocktails by the pool, overlooking the Adriatic… pure bliss.
Dining, Drinking & Snacking - The Great Breakfast Debacle:
Now, about that breakfast… One morning, I decided to try the Breakfast in room. (This included the Breakfast takeaway service option). Why? Well, I'd had a very late night. Turns out, the "in-room" version was just the buffet leftovers. And it was a tragedy… warm scrambled eggs, soggy pastries… it was a culinary crime. I should have just trudged down to the restaurant. Lesson learned. Never assume anything.
Ways to Relax & Things To Do:
Okay, let's address all the pretend relaxation options. I'm going to be brutally honest with you. Spa? Yes, a real spa. Massage? Delicious. Seriously, hands down, it was one of the best massages I've ever had. The therapist worked out knots I didn't even know I had. Sauna? Awesome. Steamroom? Lovely, steamy bliss. Pool with view? Absolutely stunning views. I spent hours just floating there, staring out at the water. They even had a Poolside bar. So the obvious answer to what to do is drink.
Do they really expect you to do a Body scrub or Body wrap? Not everyone's into that, right? And a Foot bath? This felt very… fancy. Not sure I'm sophisticated enough for a foot bath, to me, it's a glorified sink-wash!
Fitness Center: Look, I intended to use the Fitness center. I really did. It looked perfectly modern and the gym was there. But between the food, the wine, and the general allure of the Croatian sunshine, it just didn't happen. Maybe next time, eh?
Internet Access (Because, let’s be real, we’re all addicted):
Free Wi-Fi in all rooms? Oh thank the digital gods! The Internet was fast, reliable, and crucial for my work. I really needed it. Internet [LAN] was available, but who uses those anymore, right? And having Wi-Fi in public areas was great for catching up on emails. The Internet services were seamless. Excellent!
Services and Conveniences (The little things that matter):
Air conditioning in public area? Check, and a lifesaver in the Croatian heat. Daily housekeeping? Fantastic! The room was always spotless. Room service [24-hour]? Well, it was available, but after the breakfast debacle, I was slightly wary. Concierge service? Super helpful for booking tours and restaurants. Their Contactless check-in/out was a definite plus, too. Elevator? Absolute necessity! The Luggage storage came in handy before my flight.
Services & Conveniences - The Quirks:
The Gift/souvenir shop was a bit overpriced, but hey, gotta get those trinkets, right? The Ironing service was a godsend for my crumpled travel wardrobe. And I loved the Doorman.
For the Kids (Because families exist):
They claimed to be Family/child friendly. There was a Babysitting service available, and they did have Kids facilities – a play area.
Available in All Rooms (What you'll actually be using):
Okay, let's get down to the nitty-gritty. They have Air conditioning (essential!), Alarm clock, Bathrobes (yay!), a Coffee/tea maker (double yay!), a Hair dryer (triple yay!), In-room safe box, Internet access – wireless, Mini bar (for those late-night cravings!), Private bathroom, Refrigerator, Satellite/cable channels, Seating area, Separate shower/bathtub, Shower, Smoke detector, Soundproofing, Telephone, Toiletries, Towels, Wake-up service, and Wi-Fi [free].
This is a pretty complete list. It's hard to be disappointed. So, good job!
The Rooms (The Actual Apartment - The Heart of the Dream)
The apartment itself? Gorgeous. The High floor, let alone the Top-Floor Apartment, meant breathtaking views of the Adriatic. The large Window that opens? Glorious. The Blackout curtains were great for sleeping. The Desk, I actually worked from, so that's an endorsement. Extra long bed? Plenty of space for sprawling. And the Sofa? Perfect for collapsing on after a long day of exploring. The Complimentary tea was a nice touch.
The one little thing that bugged me was the lack of an umbrella. You'd figure that in a place close to water, the wind and showers would be plentiful. They should consider adding one.
Rooms - The Imperfections (because there always are):
The Interconnecting room(s) available feature sounds awesome if you have a big family, but I didn't, and it's good the walls were Soundproof because that means the guests next door couldn't hear me, and that's something I always appreciate.
Getting Around (The logistics of vacationing):
They offered Airport transfer, which was super convenient. Car park [free of charge] was a bonus, especially if you rented a car to explore
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Dubrovnik Dreamin' (and Maybe Screamin' a Little) - A "Luxury" Log
Okay, here we go. This isn't your polished travel brochure, alright? This is me, trying to survive a week in Dubrovnik in a supposed luxury apartment. Prepare for a rollercoaster. Buckle up. (And maybe pack some extra wine. Seriously.)
Day 1: Arrival and the "Panoramic Panic"
- 10:00 AM: Touching down in Dubrovnik. Sun's blazing. Feeling optimistic! (Famous last words, I know.) The transfer to the apartment, pre-booked, seems smooth… until the driver gets completely lost in the tiny, winding streets. Apparently, Google Maps hates cobblestone. The apartment? Supposed to be this top-floor palace.
- 11:30 AM: Finally! The “palace” is… well, it's up there. Like, really up there. Three flights of stairs to the lobby, and then another two, spiral, to the actual apartment. Good lord, I didn’t realize I was training for the Tour de France. My suitcase feels like a boulder. The “luxury” elevator is… nonexistent.
- 12:00 PM: The view. Oh. My. God. Seriously. The Adriatic, the Old Town, the terracotta roofs – it's postcard-perfect. It’s the kind of view that makes you forget the stair climb… for about five seconds. Then, my lungs remind me.
- 12:30 PM: Apartment tour! It's… nice. Clean. Big. The kitchen's tiny (a running theme), but the balcony is magnificent. The air conditioning is, blessedly, working. Small victories, people. Small victories.
- 1:00 PM: Unpacking. Discover the hairdryer has a mind of its own (more on that later). Attempt a nap. Fail. The seagulls have decided the balcony is a personal concert hall.
- 3:00 PM: Wandering into the old town. God, the crowds. And the heat! I swear, I saw a woman faint from sheer architectural overwhelm. We survived.
- 4:00 PM: Found a tiny cafe with the most delicious iced coffee. This is what I call “research.” Sat there, watching people, feeling a pang of loneliness. Vacationing solo can be like this. But that coffee was life.
- 6:00 PM: Dinner at a restaurant overlooking the harbor. Romantic, right? Except the couple next to me were having a screaming match in hushed tones. Romantic… or entertaining? I'll let you decide. The seafood was amazing, though. So there's that.
- 8:00 PM: Stumbled back to the apartment (thankfully, downhill). More wine. And… more seagull serenades.
Day 2: Walls, Walks, and a Whole Lotta Water
- 9:00 AM: Breakfast on the balcony. Bread, cheese, tomatoes (from the local market – bonus points for me!) And a minor crisis: the hairdryer won’t turn off. It’s blasting hot air at the wall. This is the level of "luxury" we're working with, folks.
- 10:00 AM: Walked the city walls. Okay, stunning. Absolutely breathtaking. But also… exhausting. I'm pretty sure I sweated off a pound or two. The views are worth it, though. Truly. Just bring water. And a prayer.
- 12:00 PM: Lunch at a little place tucked away from the main streets. Found a place with very good fish and chips. The waiter was charming, or maybe just felt sorry for the sweaty tourist. Either way, I appreciated it.
- 2:00 PM: Kayaking! The sea looked so tranquil, so inviting. And it was… until a rogue wave nearly capsized me. I managed to stay upright, but I now resemble a mermaid who’s been through a washing machine. Learned a valuable lesson: respect the Adriatic.
- 4:00 PM: I found a gelato stand and ordered a flavor I couldn’t understand and it turned out to be a total disaster. But at least I got something cold and sugary.
- 7:00 PM: Back to the apartment. Attempted to fix the hairdryer (no luck). Contemplated throwing it out the window. Decided against it. Too much effort.
- 8:00 PM: Ate a pizza. On the balcony. The seagulls seemed to approve.
Day 3: Island Hopping and Emotional Rollercoasters
- 9:00 AM: The hairdryer. Still. On. This is my nemesis now.
- 10:00 AM: Boat trip to Lokrum Island! Beautiful, jungly, peacocks strutting around like they own the place. Took photos. Fed the peacocks. Got pecked by a particularly aggressive one. I'M NOT EVEN KIDDING.
- 12:00 PM: Spent 4 hours at a beach, sunning and swimming while reading a book. The water was clear and refreshing. I realized I was really liking the trip.
- 4:00 PM: Dinner at a fancy restaurant. (Felt like I deserved it after the peacock incident.) The food was exquisitely presented, but my gut feeling was that I didn't really belong there.
- 9:00 PM: Another glass of wine, trying to embrace my new-found solitude. Admiring the view. Feeling strangely… calm. Maybe the hairdryer's madness had its purpose.
Day 4: The Hairdryer Saga Continues, and a Culinary Crisis
- 9:00 AM: The hairdryer. Still. On. I think it's possessed. I'm half-expecting it to start speaking Croatian.
- 10:00 AM: Cooking class! This was supposed to be fun. And in a lot of ways it was, but I burnt the garlic. I'm pretty sure the chef was judging me. This woman was giving me "the look" of a disappointed mother.
- 1:00 PM: The chef saved me from a total catastrophe.
- 4:00 PM: More wall-wandering. This time I was less overwhelmed and more appreciative.
- 7:00 PM: The hairdryer. I tried EVERYTHING! I even consulted YouTube tutorials. Nothing. It’s a lost cause. I am at war with a hair-gadget from hell.
- 8:00 PM: Ate all the left-overs from the cooking class.
Day 5: Rest and Relaxation. And the Hairdryer…
- 9:00 AM: Woke up. The hairdryer… was off! Victory! It's a miracle! Or maybe it just ran out of electricity. My first thought was RELIEF. Then I was sad.
- 10:00 AM: Lazy morning. Coffee on the balcony. Reading. Enjoying the view. Feeling the magic of the place.
- 2:00 PM: Went to the beach. Again. Because why not?
- 4:00 PM: Late afternoon, walking and exploring the tiny streets.
- 8:00 PM: Dinner. I’m not sure what I’m eating, but I’m enjoying it.
- Late: Watching the stars while listening to the sea.
Day 6: Farewell to Dubrovnik, and a Final Hairdryer Showdown
- 9:00 AM: Packed. The hairdryer is in a box. Ready to leave.
- 11:00 AM: Checked out. Said goodbye to the apartment.
- 12:00 PM: Airport transfer. The driver took a different route this time. No getting lost!
- 1:00 PM: Goodbye Dubrovnik!
Final Thoughts:
Dubrovnik is beautiful. Dubrovnik is crowded. Dubrovnik is… well, it’s an experience. And that apartment? It was a lesson in perspective. The view was priceless. The hairdryer… not so much. Would I go back? Absolutely. Would I pack my own hairdryer? You betcha. And maybe a spare. Just in case.
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Dubrovnik Dream: Luxurious Top-Floor Apartment Awaits! (FAQ – With a Side of My Sanity)
Okay, okay, so what *exactly* is this "Dubrovnik Dream" you're blabbing about?
Alright, so picture this: a top-floor apartment. In Dubrovnik. Fancy, right? Well, it IS fancy. Think: amazing views that’ll make you want to throw your phone in the sea because nothing will ever look good again. Seriously. It’s got this vibe… like you’re secretly a movie star on a break. I mean, I felt like one, even when I was just trying to figure out the coffee machine (more on that later).
Look, I’m not going to lie, the description online sounded a *bit* over the top. You know, "unparalleled luxury," "breathtaking vistas." Blah, blah, blah. But then I got there. And… yeah, the description was, like, *half* right. The views? Unparalleled. The luxury? Well, let’s say it’s significantly better than my current shoebox. It's got this balcony... I spent, like, a full afternoon just staring at the orange rooftops of the Old Town. Completely spaced out. My partner kept saying, "Are you even breathing?" I think I forgot, actually.
Is it actually *in* Dubrovnik? Like, the part everyone wants to see? Spill the tea!
YES! Thank the heavens it is. Forget trudging for hours with your luggage. This place is RIGHT there, in the heart of it all. You can practically *smell* the sea air… and the overpriced gelato vendors, let's be honest. 😉 Seriously, though, location is GOLD. I mean, I might have gotten lost a few times (okay, maybe more than a few), but even *I* could stumble back to the apartment with relative ease. That’s saying something, trust me.
One night, we wandered the city, lost in the crowds, totally starving. Found a little konoba, the kind with the wobbly tables and the friendly owner shouting in Dalmatian (which I, unfortunately, don’t speak). Got some grilled fish that tasted like pure sunshine. Walked back to the apartment, full and happy, with the city lights twinkling below. Pure magic, people. Pure. Freaking. Magic.
Tell me about the balcony! The pictures make it look… heavenly.
The balcony… *sigh*. Okay, so, remember how I said I spent an afternoon staring at the rooftops? That was the balcony. It's not just a balcony; it’s a lifestyle choice. Seriously. I’m considering selling all my possessions and becoming a permanent balcony-dweller. The view is… well, it messes with you.
You see the Adriatic, sparkling in shades of blue you didn’t even *know* existed. You watch the boats bobbing in the harbor, tiny little specks from up there. You sip your morning coffee (once you've conquered the coffee machine, which, FYI, took me three attempts and a YouTube tutorial). I swear, I could have flown off the balcony one morning I was so high with happiness. (Kidding! …mostly.)
Okay, truth time. One small, tiny, insignificant imperfection: on one windy afternoon, a rogue seagull *did* leave a little present on the railing. But honestly, that felt… authentic. Gave it character. And the cleaning staff were fantastic, so no big deal!
Is the apartment *actually* luxurious? Like, does it have that "hotel-but-better" vibe? Did you find any faults?
Okay, let's be honest, "luxurious" is a broad term, isn’t it? I mean, my definition of “luxurious” is having a clean bathroom, but, yeah, this place delivers. It's stylish, modern, and everything seems top-notch. The bed… oh, the bed. It swallowed me whole every night. I slept like a baby (except I don’t have a baby, so I slept *better* than a baby).
Seriously, the attention to detail is fantastic. Beautiful linens, a proper coffee machine (eventually), and even a little welcome basket with some local goodies. It's the sort of place where you could actually, you know, *live* for a while. I started daydreaming about that. I really, really did.
Did I find any faults? Okay, here’s a tiny, little, nitpicky thing. Finding the apartment was a bit of a… adventure. Apparently, Dubrovnik has a whole system of winding alleyways that resemble a complicated maze. We did some serious walking. Google Maps was intermittently helpful. My partner was *less* than thrilled with my navagating skills. So, plan ahead with that one. Pack light, and maybe, just maybe, bring a compass. (Kidding!) But it does require some strategic walking. And be prepared to say "Excuse me" a lot.
What's the deal with the coffee machine? Is it as complicated as it looks?
Okay, the coffee machine is a saga. Let’s just say it’s the only part of the "Dubrovnik Dream" that gave me a slight existential crisis. It looked like something out of a spaceship! Buttons, dials, blinking lights... I’m pretty sure it could launch a rocket. I spent a solid half-hour staring at it like a confused puppy.
I *thought* I was doing it right. Nope. Water everywhere. Coffee grounds exploding. A general mess. Eventually, after a desperate search on YouTube, I managed to coax out a passable cup of joe. By that point, my partner was already downstairs, ready to explore. But, hey, I conquered it! And the coffee, once I got it, was excellent. So, a small price to pay for caffeinated bliss.
My advice? Watch the YouTube tutorial *before* you arrive. Or, perhaps, embrace the Croatian way and sip a nice espresso at one of the many cafes just outside the door. Sometimes, simple is best!
Would you recommend it? And are you secretly trying to stop *me* from booking it?
Would I recommend it? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Absolutely, wholeheartedly, YES! Book it. Right now. Seriously. Don’t hesitate. Don’t even think about it.
And am I trying to stop you? Heck no! I'm just being honest. It wasn't perfect (the coffee machine!), but it was close. I had an amazing time. The views… the city… the apartment… It all came together to create a truly unforgettable experience. I spent the whole time dreaming of when I could go back. I would legitimately move in if I could.
So, go. Explore. Enjoy. And for goodness sake, tell me all about it when you get back! But maybe, just maybe, keep the balcony all to yourself for a little while. Please? I’ll be dreaming of it.
