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Folleville France Escape: My Dream Hauts-de-France Home (Probably) - A Rambling Review
Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because I’m about to unleash a review so chaotic, so human, it’ll make your head spin faster than a French pastry chef in a panic. We’re talking about Folleville France Escape, and yeah, it said "dream home" in the brochure… Let's see if my dreams survived the reality check!
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First Impressions (and a slight freak-out):
The website photos, they promised a fairytale. And, you know what? Pulling up, the exterior? Pretty darn close. Okay, very close. Think charming stone, ivy spilling everywhere, and… whoa, is that a little turret? (Yes, it was. I almost squealed. Don't judge.) The drive itself? Smooth. Airport transfer handled? Spot on. Getting there was easier than getting my toddler to eat broccoli, which is saying something. Accessibility: More on that later; I was mostly concerned with finding the check-in desk and avoiding tripping on the cobbled streets (which I did, once).
Check-in Chaos (or, the first glimpse of human imperfection):
Contactless check-in? Yay! Fingers crossed for a seamless experience. Reality? Let's just say the Wi-Fi wobbled and I ended up having to wave a piece of paper around while the front desk (24-hour, thankfully!) person, who, bless her heart, was clearly having a hectic day, helped me figure it out. She was super sweet, though, and got me sorted eventually. But the "private check-in" promised? More like a slightly more frantic check-in. Oh well. Who needs pristine perfection, anyway?
(Immediate reaction: A sigh of relief once the keys were in my sweaty palm.)
Room, Glorious Room (and a potential crisis):
So, I booked based on the promise of a "dream home." And, the room? Almost delivered. It was… good. Air conditioning? Yes, a lifesaver. Blackout curtains? Oh, yes! (Essential for my sleep-deprived state). The bed? Extra long, which was fantastic. The carpeting… well, let’s just say it was the colour of… beige. And I mean, beige, beige. But, the sofa was comfy. The "complimentary tea" was a nice touch. The "hair dryer" (a key detail for a long-haired girl) worked great! The bathroom phone was an odd addition, I will admit (do they actually call someone while… in the tub?). But I can get over that. The "wake-up service"? I didn't need it - my internal toddler clock worked just fine.
(Minor Crisis): I needed the loo and fast! (Thank goodness to that "additional toilet") Oh, and I can't forget about the "smoke detector," which made me feel safe as hell.
(Overall Room Impressions): Pretty damn comfortable. If you like Beige…
Eating, Drinking, and Snacking (because, priorities):
Alright, the food situation. This is where things got… interesting.
- Restaurants: The a la carte in the restaurant was a win. And! They had a salad! A real, proper salad. The international cuisine was well done too.
- Breakfast: Breakfast buffet. I love a buffet! They even served an Asian breakfast. The coffee/tea in the restaurant was good.
- The Bar: The bar, well… The pool side bar was the best, although the happy hour was not as exciting as I would have hoped.
- Missing the mark: The "alternative meal arrangement" really confused me. Overall though, I wouldn't say they dropped the ball.
- Overall: If you get over the buffet sometimes, the bars were great.
(Emotional Reaction): My stomach is still happy. I'm still not sure how that "alternative meal arrangement" would have worked. My biggest love? Poolside bar. My biggest grip? The "Coffee shop", which was very average.
Things to Do (or, how I tried to relax):
Okay, the relaxation aspects. This is kind of a mixed bag.
- Spa is great!: They had a spa! A proper spa! The sauna and steamroom were amazing. The massage was truly heaven. (Memory lane): I had the most incredible massage in my life, I think. The masseuse, with her magical hands, erased all the stress just by touching me.
- Fitness Center: The fitness center was there, I didn't actually use it. (I'm on vacation, people!)
- The Swimming Pool: The infinity swimming pool with the view? Stunning. Seriously, I spent hours there. (The "pool with view" was the best part!)
- The Rest: The body scrub and body wrap… I didn't try.
- Overall Feeling Loved the pool!
(Emotional Reaction): Pure bliss at the spa. A tiny bit of guilt about ignoring the fitness center. Regret for not trying the body scrub.
Accessibility (for real, this time):
This is where I need to be honest. I didn't specifically require wheelchair accessibility, but I did take note. I saw:
- Elevator: Yes, a working elevator (very important!)
- Facilities for disabled guests: Seem to be available.
- Noticed: Exterior corridor that was easy to navigate.
(Emotional Reaction): Made a mental note. They seemed to care about this, which earns major points
Cleanliness, Safety, and the COVID-Era (because, let's be real):
Look, I traveled during… a time. And Folleville France Escape took it seriously, which was reassuring.
- Hand sanitizer everywhere. Check.
- Staff trained in safety protocol Check.
- Room sanitization: They said you could opt-out of it, which I didn't really understand, but I was glad to see those things.
- Distancing: They had physical distancing of at least 1 meter, which was great.
(Emotional reaction): I gave the safety efforts a đ. They were really good.)
Services and Conveniences (the "extras" that matter):
The little things. This is where Folleville France Escape kinda shined:
- Concierge: Helpful.
- Daily housekeeping: Flawless.
- Laundry service: Excellent.
- Free Wi-Fi: All rooms! (And it held up, for the most part. Yay!)
- Parking: Free. On-site! (Huge win).
- And, I was lucky enough to have: A little gift/souvenir shop
(Emotional reaction): Totally appreciated all this!
For the Kids (because, family travel):
I don’t have kids. But. I saw:
- Babysitting service: Available
- Family/child friendly: Yes, definitely.
- Kids meal: There was that
(Emotional reaction): Good to know for the future!
Getting Around (and escaping, if you needed to):
- Airport Transfer: Smooth and efficient.
- Taxi Service: Available.
- Car Park [free of charge]: Yep!
(Emotional reaction): Stress-free travel is always a win!
In-Room Amenities (the nitty-gritty):
Okay, the details. This is where the dream-home veneer started to crack a tiny bit.
- Coffee/tea maker: Essential.
- Hair dryer: (See above)
- In-room safe box: Handy.
- Mini bar: Yes!
- Safe/Security feature: Yep!
(Emotional reaction): All the essentials were there!
The Quirks, the Imperfections, the Unexpected (because, life):
So, the pool was beautiful, so beautiful. But near the end of the day, the lighting was bad. And my room! The carpet was beige, but it was so beautiful! The food was great! Although I did skip the "Soup in restaurant," but I wouldn't say that I dropped that ball, just to be safe.
**(Emotional reaction): I can't stop thinking about the pool, I loved it so much. And, I did love the room, except for the
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because we’re heading to… checks notes, squints… Hauts-de-France! And not just any Hauts-de-France, oh no, we're talking Folleville-adjacent. I swear, the French love their place names, right? Sounds like a character from a particularly dramatic novel. Anyway, here’s the totally-not-carefully-planned-and-will-definitely-fall-apart-at-some-point itinerary. Prepare for glorious chaos.
Day 1: Arrival & That Awkward Language Barrier Tango
Morning (ish):
- Finally manage to get to CDG (Charles de Gaulle Airport) after a flight that felt like a particularly long and bumpy bus ride. Seriously, I swear the turbulence was trying to eject me from my seat. Arrive in France, feeling like a slightly disoriented walrus.
- Anxiety Level: 8/10 (Airport is terrifying and crowded)
- Rant: Why are French airport signs so… cryptic? "Saisies" and "Retrait" and "Zone d'AccessibilitĂ©" – it's like they're speaking in riddles! I’m pretty sure I spent a solid 15 minutes just staring blankly at a sign, desperately trying to decipher if it was important.
- Transportation: Train (pray for no strikes!) to somewhere vaguely near the rental car. I'm already envisioning myself accidentally driving on the wrong side of the road and causing an international incident.
Afternoon:
- Picking up the rental car. Hopefully, it's not a tiny Smart car, because my luggage is… substantial. Pray for no lost luggage, or else this vacation is going to go to hell really quickly.
- Anecdote: Last time I rented a car in Europe, I accidentally tried to return it to the wrong city. The rental agent looked at me like I’d just sprouted a second head. It was mortifying.
- Then: Drive to the "Awesome Home" (still not sure exactly where it is, but I have a general direction, which is either good or bad), praying the GPS doesn't decide to take me on a scenic tour of every cow pasture in France. Which it probably will.
- First Impression: OMG, the house! Will hopefully be exactly what I'm imagining, and ideally not infested with spiders. I have a genuine phobia, and I want to be relaxed not terrified.
- After Dinner Unpacking. Hopefully not too stressed by the travel day.
Evening:
- Attempt to buy groceries. My French is… rudimentary. I'm equipped with a phrasebook and a lot of hope. I anticipate a lot of pointing and gesturing.
- Quirky observation: French supermarkets always seem to have a vast, intimidating array of cheeses. Seriously, the smell alone could knock you out.
- Emotional Reaction: A mixture of excitement and terror. Excited for the adventure, terrified of accidentally insulting the butcher.
- Food: Basic grocery purchase. Start the basic prep, I guess.
- Bedtime: Finally, collapse into bed, hoping I haven’t accidentally booked a room in a haunted house.
Day 2: Folleville Feels and The Great Bread Debacle
Morning:
- Wake up. Is the house actually awesome? Still processing the fact that I'm in France.
- Breakfast: Attempt to make coffee. Fail miserably. Resort to instant coffee.
- Opinion: French coffee is good. American coffee is bad.
- Rant: The jet lag is real, people. My internal clock is completely scrambled. I'm pretty sure I could happily sleep until noon.
- Folleville Exploration:
- Drive to Folleville! Sounds incredibly fancy.
- Go to the church.
- Walk around this charming little French village.
- Emotional Reaction: Already feeling a bit overwhelmed.
Afternoon:
- The Great Bread Debacle: Visit the local boulangerie. This is a crucial mission. I need to buy some bread. Fresh, crusty bread is a MUST. I will need to get this right.
- Rambling: I'm already envisioning myself trying to order a baguette, butchering the pronunciation, and ending up with a croissant. Or worse, a stale bread. The pressure is immense.
- Food:
- Fresh bread!!!
- Cheese, to go with the fresh bread!!!
- Wine, to go with the cheese!!!
- I'm in France, so this is a must.
- Dinner:
- Picnic time!!!!
- Will hopefully be somewhere pretty.
Evening:
- Relaxing at the house.
- Emotional Reaction: At this point, I might cry of happiness.
- Bedtime: Hopefully I have better sleep, and the jet lag will be a little less annoying.
Day 3: Exploring (Maybe) & The Art of Doing Nothing
- Morning:
- Wake up, hopefully feeling slightly more human.
- Breakfast: Coffee, bread, and jam (I'm getting the hang of this!).
- Afternoon:
- Impulse decision: Maybe drive to a nearby town? Or maybe not. The beauty of this itinerary is its flexibility.
- Quirky Observation: French towns always seem to have these adorable little squares with fountains and cafes. Just begging you to sit and do nothing.
- Emotional Reaction: The pressure is off. I can already feel the stress melting away.
- Evening:
- The Art of Doing Absolutely Nothing: This is a skill I intend to master. Drink wine. Read a book. Stare at the view (if there is one).
- Food: Cheese board and nibbles.
- Rambling: It's the simple things, you know? The ability to just… be. It's what I needed.
- Bedtime: Sleeping.
Day 4: The Longing
Morning:
- Wake up, feeling a bit sad. Time to head home is fast approaching
Afternoon:
- Still sad.
- The Great Bread Debacle: Visit a different boulangerie. This is a crucial mission. I need to buy some bread. Fresh, crusty bread is a MUST. I will need to get this right.
- Rambling: I'm already envisioning myself trying to order a baguette, butchering the pronunciation, and ending up with a croissant. Or worse, a stale bread. The pressure is immense.
- Emotional Reaction: At this point, I might cry of happiness and of sadness.
- Food:
- Another fresh bread!!!
- Cheese, to go with the fresh bread!!!
- Wine, to go with the cheese!!!
- I'm in France, so this is a must.
- Dinner:
- Picnic time!!!!
- Will hopefully be somewhere pretty.
Evening:
- Relaxing at the house.
- Emotional Reaction: The trip to France isn't just like a vacation, but a longing.
- Bedtime: Hopefully I have better sleep, and the jet lag will be a little less annoying, even if the trip is coming to an end!
Day 5: Departure & The Aftermath
- Morning:
- Pack. Sad. Really, really sad.
- Final attempts to savor the French experience.
- Anecdote: Remembering the time I tried to order coffee in Rome… let's just say, it didn't go well.
- Afternoon:
- Drive back to CDG. Pray the GPS doesn't lead me into a ditch.
- Rant: Airport security. Always a fun experience.
- Emotional Reaction: A mix of sadness and relief. Sad to leave, but ready to be home.
- Goodbye to france
- Evening:
- The Aftermath:
- Reflecting on the trip.
- Planning my return.
- Posting on social media (obviously).
- The Aftermath:
Post-Trip Notes:
- Expect a lot of photos of baguettes.
- Likely to come back with a slight cheese addiction.
- Might have learned a few French phrases. Maybe.
- Overall assessment: Worth it. Absolutely worth it. Even the airport.
- Recommendation: Learn some French phrases before you go. Even if you butcher them.
- Important: Do not, under any circumstances, attempt to drive in France after drinking wine.
This is just a suggestion, by the way. I'm open to suggestions. Or not. Whichever. Bonne voyage!
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Folleville France Escape: Your Dream Hauts-de-France Home Awaits! ...Seriously, Maybe?
Okay, but seriously, what *is* Folleville? I've spent more time searching for a decent baguette than understanding this place.
Alright, picture this: rolling hills, fields of...stuff (mostly crops – and the occasional cow, which is cute until you're stuck behind one on a road that feels narrower than my kitchen aisle - which, by the way, is also a bit narrow). Folleville is this teeny-tiny village in the Hauts-de-France region. Think cobblestone streets, maybe a church bell ringing (sometimes annoyingly loud, depending on the sermon), and, well... a whole lot of peace and quiet. That's the *charm*, they say. I say, it's a drastic change from my tiny apartment with a broken elevator! It's a *vibe*, and it either grabs you by the throat (in a good way, hopefully) or sends you sprinting back to city life faster than you can say "Starbucks."
What's so great about living in Folleville, anyway? Is it all just… fields and boredom?
Okay, look, the "boredom" thing? That's subjective. If your definition of "fun" is endless shopping malls and all-night raves, Folleville might be your personal hell. But if peace, quiet, and the ability to actually *hear* yourself think – or, you know, appreciate the sound of birds instead of car alarms – then we're talking. I LOVE the slower pace. You HAVE to relax! And think of the possibilities! Imagine, finally finishing that novel you've been "meaning" to write. Or learning French without the pressure of a crowded classroom. (Okay, the French part is a *little* harder than I thought – trying to order a croissant is a whole adventure). And the SPACE! I’m talking about the SPACE in your head – I can actually relax!
And yes, there are fields. And yes, they're beautiful. Especially when the sun hits them just right. It’s almost… meditative. Almost. Until the neighbor's dog starts barking incessantly. But hey, some imperfections are part of the charm too, right?
Plus, the cost of living! You can actually afford… well, *more* than ramen and instant coffee. I could actually buy a decent-sized house! A house! Can you believe it?
What about finding a job? Are there actually jobs in Folleville? I don't want to flip burgers the rest of my life.
Right, the elephant in the room. Finding a job *in* Folleville is… tricky. Let’s not sugarcoat it. You're probably not going to find a high-powered Wall Street gig right here. Think more along the lines of local businesses, maybe some remote work if you can swing it. I’m looking into translating and tutoring, which seems doable. Don't get me wrong: you sometimes have to travel. I think the nearest larger town is Montdidier, which is maybe… 30 minutes away? Maybe more, depending on the goat in the road. (I’m not kidding, that happened.) So, commuting might be a temporary fact of life. But hey, think of the extra time to listen to podcasts! Just… research beforehand. Thoroughly.
Okay, so the job market is a bit dodgy. Anything else I should be worried about? Like, are the locals friendly? The food? (Priorities, people!)
The locals? Mostly lovely. They can be a little… reserved at first. But once you show genuine interest in their lives and, most importantly, make an effort with the language, they'll warm up to you. Learning a few basic French phrases is MANDATORY. Trust me on this. My first attempt at ordering a baguette resulted in... something that looked vaguely like a baguette, but tasted like the inside of the baker's oven (which I'm pretty sure wasn't clean).
The food? Oh. My. God. The food. Don't get me started. Cheese. Bread. Wine. Every meal is a culinary masterpiece. Okay, maybe not *every* meal. I tried to make a quiche once... let's just say it involved a lot of tears and a very smoky kitchen. But even the "failures" here are delicious, mostly because they’re made with fresh ingredients, and the atmosphere is so calming. You just have to be open to trying everything. And maybe learn a few basic cooking skills before you arrive. Unlike *me*.
What about the houses? Are they all falling apart? Is it a total fixer-upper situation?
Okay, the houses… It varies WILDLY. You *will* find charming, old stone houses with character… and, unfortunately, sometimes with structural issues. (Inspectors are your friend!) You *might* find a more modern house with a giant kitchen. I'm talking about the one I dream about, with an actual pantry! The prices are definitely more accessible than a lot of other places, which is a major draw. But don't let the low prices fool you – a thorough inspection is absolutely crucial. I saw one place with a “rustic charm” that was, in reality, more “potentially collapsing into a pile of rubble.” I'm still having nightmares about the damp smell. So, yeah, do your homework. And bring a good flashlight.
Okay, let's talk about the weather. Is it constantly raining? Or is it a sunny paradise? (Because I need sunshine!)
Ah, the weather… Let’s be honest, it's not the South of France. I'd say it's a bit… unpredictable. You get your fair share of gray days, some rain (yes, a lot of rain sometimes), some sunshine, and even a bit of snow in the winter. When the sun shines, it's breathtaking. When it rains, it can feel a bit… bleak. Pack layers. And a good attitude. I think the weather is worse in *my* head than in Folleville. But still, a bit of sunshine would be nice.
Oh! I have a story! One time, I went for a walk, and it seemed like the sun was shining. It was gorgeous! So I left my apartment without my umbrella. I thought I finally had my "perfect" day. And then, BOOM! A torrential downpour struck. I was soaked to the bone in seconds. I think I might have actually cried. I had to run back home, shivering and defeated. And the next day? Gorgeous sunshine. Go figure!
What's the social scene like? Will I be lonely? I need my friends!
Okay, look, this is a valid concern. Folleville isn't exactly known for its buzzing nightlife. You won't be tripping over clubs or cocktail bars. The social scene is… intimate. It’s about local *fĂȘtes* (festivals), maybe the occasional get-together at the *boulangerie* (bakery), and, well… making an effort. YouBest Stay Blogspot
