Escape to Tuscany: Stunning Belvilla in Pistoia Awaits!
Escape to Tuscany: Belvilla in Pistoia - Finally, My Brain Can Breathe! (And Maybe Yours Too!)
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because I’m just back from a Tuscany trip that was less “Under the Tuscan Sun” and more “Under the Tuscan Sunburn…and a slightly existential crisis.” But good news! I think I found a place in Pistoia that almost, almost, made me forget the endless pasta-induced bloat. This Belvilla place… let’s just dive in, shall we? No fancy intros, just the raw, unfiltered truth.
Accessibility - Okay, So About That Gravel Path…
I'm not going to lie, I'm not the most mobile person in the world, and this is Tuscany, where cobblestones are considered a national treasure. So, before you go, confirm everything about accessibility. They did say they had facilities for disabled guests, but I kept thinking about those charming gravel paths leading to the front door of my accommodation (and the gravel paths were a challenge even for the able bodied!) Call ahead. Double check. Triple check. And maybe pack some serious walking sticks, just in case.
Food, Glorious Food (With Some Caveats)
Let’s talk food, because, let's be honest, that's the real reason we go to Tuscany, right?!
- Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: Okay, so the restaurants were on point. You could choose an a la carte in restaurant, a buffet in restaurant, or even a gasp vegetarian restaurant! The Asian cuisine in restaurant was a total surprise (though, I skipped that one - in Rome, I eat as romans do). The poolside bar was a lifesaver for those afternoon Aperol Spritzes. But the real winner? The coffee/tea in restaurant. Because, let's face it, you NEED that caffeine to conquer those rolling hills.
- Room Service [24-hour]: Amen! After a day of exploring (and sweating…a lot), being able to order food straight to my room was a godsend. The daily housekeeping, that's the same level of a godsend.
- Breakfast: The breakfast [buffet] was good, you know, the usual suspects. But the real luxury was the breakfast in room option! They did breakfast takeaway service too, which wasn't amazing but still works. You could get alternative meal arrangement if needed - which is always appreciated.
- The Quirky Observation: I swear, the bottle of water they left in the room was the most precious thing in the world at 3 am when I woke up parched.
Cleanliness and Safety - Phew, They Took it Seriously!
Look, I'm a bit of a germaphobe. No shame. So I was THRILLED to see all the precautions.
- Anti-viral cleaning products? Check.
- Daily disinfection in common areas? Check.
- Rooms sanitized between stays? You betcha.
- Staff trained in safety protocol? Hopefully, they would like it.
- Cashless payment service? Yes! My bank account, however, may disagree.
They even had individually-wrapped food options. Which, okay, might not be the most glamorous, but made me feel a little less like I was taking my life in my hands at every meal. Hand sanitizer everywhere. Literally, everywhere. Felt a little like being in a doctor's office, but hey, better safe than sorry!
Wellness: Pamper Me, Please!
This is where things got really good. They had a pool with view! A proper swimming pool [outdoor]! But… the best part?
- Spa/sauna? Hell yes!
- Massage? YES. Give me all the massage. I actually booked one of the body scrubs and thought I was going to die of relaxation.
- Sauna, Spa, Steamroom: I'm a sucker for a good steam room. The gym/fitness facilities? I have to admit, I glanced at them once, but the thought of cardio after all that pasta… well, let's just say I stuck to the spa.
Things to Do (Besides Eating Yourself Silly)
Okay, so you're in Tuscany. You should be doing things, right?
- Things to do: Yeah, yeah, the fitness center was great, I heard. (See above re: pasta.) There's a terrace to sit and watch the sunset, meeting/banquet facilities available, and you could even do seminars. Seriously, I wasn't there for a business trip.
- Getting Around: They had car park [free of charge], which is a MUST (unless you enjoy public transport in Italy, which I… do not.) They offered airport transfer too, which almost tempted me to fly in.
- The Anecdote: One evening, I was on the terrace, and some other guests were having a happy hour. I eavesdropped (yes, I'm a terrible person), and they were raving about a local winery they had visited. It made me regret not doing more "touristy" things.
- For the Kids: They provided a babysitting service, which made me think about how much I didn't miss my own kids at that moment.
My Room (and the Tiny, Annoying Flaws)
Yeah, my room was pretty decent.
- Available in all rooms: Air conditioning – bless. Free Wi-Fi! – essential, you know.
- Additional toilet? Always a plus!.
- My Biggest Beef: No USB charging points. In 2024?! I had to dig out my ancient adapter.
- Quirky Observation: The blackout curtains were SO good, I almost overslept and missed the start of my body scrub. Almost.
- Room Details: Alarm clock, bathrobes, coffee/tea maker, desk (ironically, I didn't use it), in-room safe box, mini bar, private bathroom, refrigerator (for emergency prosecco), shower, slippers and so on, you name it.
- The Emotional Reaction: I loved having a balcony!! I felt like a true Italian, sipping my morning coffee in the sunshine. And the bed? Oh, the bed! It was my cocoon from the world (and the hills).
- The Imperfection: The soundproofing wasn't perfect. I could hear the occasional neighbor’s… enthusiasm.
Services and Conveniences: The Essentials
They had all the basic stuff:
- Luggage storage: Because, let's be real, I overpacked.
- Daily housekeeping: THANK GOD!
- Concierge: Super helpful.
- Laundry service/dry cleaning: Because, you know, pasta stains are a thing.
- Doorman: Makes you feel fancy.
- Safety/security feature: Of course, the CCTV and smoke alarms made me feel secure. They were even having CCTVs outside property.
- I appreciated the elevator, especially after all those spa treatments.
- Business facilities: They have a business center with Xerox/fax in business center and meeting stationery
The Verdict: Would I Go Back?
Honestly? Yeah. The good outweighed the bad. The location was great (once you got there), the spa was heavenly, and the food was, well, Italian. What more could you want? Just, maybe, pack your own USB charger. And maybe, just maybe, bring a sense of humor. You'll need it.
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Okay, alright, deep breaths. Belvilla by OYO Torretta Bilo Quattro Pistoia, Italy. Sounds… official. Let's inject some life into this itinerary, shall we? And by life, I mean chaos, probably. Here goes:
The Mostly Organized Chaos of a Tuscan Adventure
(Disclaimer: This is not a perfectly planned trip. Consider it more of a suggested framework, liable to crumble under the weight of delicious food, unexpected detours, and my general lack of direction. You've been warned.)
Day 1: Arrival & That Initial Wow-Factor (Maybe)
- Morning (ish): Fly into Florence (FLR). Ugh, airports. I hate airports. The stress of finding your gate, the tiny seat, the recycled air… Anyway, surviving the flight is step one. Pray that the baggage carousel isn’t run by toddlers.
- Afternoon: Renting a car. Let’s be realistic, I'll probably get lost immediately. Driving in Italy. It's a whole thing. Hopefully, the GPS works.
- Late Afternoon/Early Evening: Arrive at Torretta Bilo Quattro, Pistoia. The pictures looked amazing. Pray it actually looks like the pictures. And pray the keys work. I've spent ages making a playlist for this trip, and I can't wait to blast it and relax.
- Evening: Unpack. Try to remember where I put my passport. Survey the actual view from the balcony. Big breath. Crack open a bottle of something local (red, probably, because, Italy). Make a quick grocery run - maybe get some pasta? Oh, wait, I haven't planned what to make. Disaster has struck!
Day 2: Pistoia Exploration (and Maybe a Breakdown or Two)
- Morning: Wake up (hopefully rested, after a night of adjusting to a new bed). Stumble to the espresso machine. I’ve heard Pistoia is lovely, but I'm a complete beginner.
- Late Morning/Early Afternoon: Explore Pistoia! Piazza del Duomo is apparently a must-see. I'll try and act sophisticated and not stare gormlessly at the architecture. I'll bring a sketchbook, even though I can't draw. Maybe I’ll attempt an artistically challenged rendition of the Duomo.
- Lunch: Find a trattoria. Eat. Eat everything. Try the local specialties. I am on a mission for authentic Italian food, and it will be glorious. I'm going to be very, very full.
- Afternoon: Wander. Get lost. That's the best way to find the real gems, right? Maybe I'll find some charming little shops, or a hidden piazza. And maybe I’ll find my way back to the apartment before dark!
- Evening: Second grocery run, more wine. Cook some pasta. Hopefully, don’t set the kitchen on fire. Then, collapse on the couch and watch a movie and sleep like a log, because I'll be exhausted.
Day 3: Florence, the Siren's Call (and the Traffic of Doom)
- Morning: The dreaded day trip to Florence. Prep mentally for the crowds. And the driving. (Did I mention the driving? Probably should have taken the train).
- Late Morning/Early Afternoon: Florence. Uffizi Gallery? (Crowds, again). Duomo? (More crowds). The Ponte Vecchio? (Yup, you guessed it—crowds). I need to see the David, of course. I hope the line isn't too long. I'm not going to lie, I dread this day. But this will be a defining moment.
- Lunch: Find a tiny sandwich shop. Because standing and eating a sandwich in Tuscany is almost as delightful as the artwork.
- Afternoon: More wandering. Maybe a gelato. Definitely a gelato. Attempt to absorb some culture (and maybe a little Italian).
- Evening: Back to Pistoia. Traffic will be horrendous. I will probably be hangry. Eat something at the apartment and collapse. I need a nap.
Day 4: Tuscan Countryside and Accidental Adventures
- Morning: Decide on a destination. Chianti region? Sienna? San Gimignano? The possibilities are paralyzing. Maybe I'll just…go. (This is where the trip will go off the rails.)
- Afternoon: Get lost in the Tuscan countryside. Find a winery. Taste the wine. Buy all the wine. Take some pictures of the rolling hills. They're supposed to be pretty.
- Late Afternoon/Early Evening: Back to the apartment (hopefully with not much wine left).
- Evening: Cook. Drink wine. Maybe fall asleep on the couch. This is the good life.
Day 5: Soaking Up the Sun (and Maybe a Bit of Regret)
- Morning: Sleep in. That's the plan, anyway. Reality might involve early morning sun and the insistent chirping of birds (which always seem to be especially loud for me).
- Afternoon: Another day trip. Maybe explore a different town, one I've never heard of.
- Evening: A quiet night in. Reflect on the trip so far. Have I eaten enough pasta? Did I buy enough souvenirs? Am I already regretting how much wine I brought back to the apartment? These are the important questions.
Day 6: The Last Supper (Figuratively, Not Literally)
- Morning: Do something I haven't done yet. Maybe a cooking class. Maybe a hike. Maybe just lie on the balcony and watch the world go by.
- Afternoon: Last stroll through Pistoia. Buy some souvenirs. Wish I'd bought more.
- Evening: One last amazing dinner. Try a new restaurant. Or maybe just revisit the place where I had the best pasta. Then, pack (sigh).
Day 7: Departure (and the inevitable post-vacation blues)
- Morning: Empty the fridge as much as possible. Try to leave the apartment in decent shape.
- Late Morning: Drive back to Florence airport. (Pray for no traffic. Pray for no lost keys. Pray for the plane not to be delayed.)
- Afternoon: Fly home.
- Evening: Back to reality. Start planning the next trip. And dream of pasta.
Quirky Observations/Emotional Reactions:
- Driving: Italian drivers…they're…intense. I'll either love it or have a nervous breakdown. There is no middle ground.
- Food: I will probably gain five pounds. And I won't care.
- Language: "Grazie" and "prego" – I'm starting to feel fluent! (I'm not.)
- Emotional State Throughout: A mix of elation, exhaustion, and existential dread, seasoned with a generous helping of pure, unadulterated joy.
- The Realization: I didn't plan nearly enough time.
Messier Structure and Occasional Rambles:
Okay, this itinerary is probably way too ambitious. I probably won’t do half of this! And that's okay. This whole trip, I'm sure, is going to be less about the "things" and more about the "moments." The random conversations with strangers, the unexpected detours, the food coma naps. Oh, the food coma naps.
Stronger Emotional Reactions:
- Good: I can't wait to eat all the food. I can't wait to soak up the beauty. I am so ready for this.
- Bad: I am terrified of getting lost. I am terrified of not liking it. And I am probably going to spend the whole time worrying about whether I'm doing it "right."
Opinionated Language:
- The Uffizi needs to be seen, but just brace yourself for the crowds.
- Eat all the gelato. All of it.
- Don't even think about skipping the wine.
- Prepare for the inevitable post-holiday blues.
Doubling Down on a Single Experience:
Let's be honest, I'm probably going to spend an entire afternoon just…staring at the Duomo in Florence. Not 'studying' it. Not being sophisticated. Just staring. And feeling…something. Maybe overwhelmed. Maybe inspired. Probably a little bit hungry. And maybe even shedding a tear or two, because, why not? It’s Italy!
And Finally…
This itinerary is more a suggestion than a strict plan. Embrace the chaos. Get lost. Eat too much. Drink too much. Laugh a lot. And try to remember that the messier the journey, the better the story.
Now, where did I put my passport…?
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Escape to Tuscany: Your Belvilla Adventure (Maybe!) - FAQ... with a Twist!
Okay, so "Escape to Tuscany" sounds dreamy. But honestly, is this Belvilla place actually any good? I'm picturing a crumbling shack with a view of a dumpster and a questionable water heater.
Alright, alright, let's get real. The *idea* of Tuscany is pure gold, right? Rolling hills, sun-drenched vineyards, the whole shebang. And Belvilla... well, it's a mixed bag, folks. This particular one in Pistoia? I'm still processing. See, I'd been dreaming of this trip for like, a year. Picture me, scrolling through the photos, wine glass practically glued to my hand, already planning my pasta-fuelled adventures.
The website photos? Glorious. Sunshine, that perfect Tuscan stone, the pool shimmering like a turquoise dream... you get the idea. Reality? OKAY, so the stone was stunning, no dumpster in sight (thank GOD), but the pool... let's just say the "shimmer" came more from a healthy dose of algae than anything else. We actually spent the first afternoon scooping out leaves and praying it wouldn't bite. My partner, bless his heart, spent a good hour wrestling with some kind of malfunctioning pump. It was... an experience. But hey, after a few hours, we dove in, all the better for a little manual labor, and the view? Still freaking amazing. So, good? Kinda. Better than a dumpster view, definitely. Worth it? Depends on your tolerance for a little Italian imperfection - which, let's be honest, is part of the charm.
What's the deal with Pistoia specifically? I've heard of Florence and Siena, but... Pistoia? Is it like, a hidden gem or a dud?
Pistoia. Ah, Pistoia. It's not Florence, alright? And thank god, because dodging tourist hordes all day would have killed the vacation vibe instantly. It’s not Siena, either, though it has a charm of its own. Pistoia is... authentic. This isn’t a glossy postcard town. It's a real, breathing, living Italian city. It’s a tad gritty, a little rough around the edges, but it’s also bursting with life. Think cobblestone streets, a bustling market (the *mercato* is a MUST!), and enough cafes to keep you caffeinated for a month.
I remember wandering around on our first day, utterly lost, and stumbling into this tiny little trattoria. The waiter, a guy who looked like he'd seen a few winters, spoke zero English. We were forced to point at things on the menu. I ended up with something that looked suspiciously like tripe. It was *terrible*. Absolutely inedible, but also, it was *hilarious*. And the wine? Divine. That’s Pistoia in a nutshell. Unexpected, a little bit weird, and mostly delicious. Plus, it's really well located - Florence and other Tuscan hot-spots are easily accessible. So, hidden gem? Maybe not. Underrated? Absolutely.
The description mentions a pool. Is it actually swimmable? Because some "pools" are just decorative ponds of green sludge.
Okay, the pool situation warrants its own dedicated paragraph. And possibly therapy. As mentioned, when we arrived, the pool wasn't *quite* ready for a synchronized swimming routine. It was more like a slightly murky puddle. Listen, I'm not a pool snob. I’ve happily splashed around in my fair share of questionable water. But this… this was pushing it. We had to learn how to operate the pump, which let's be honest was a disaster. The first few hours the pool was just… green. Then it started to clear up. Then it went cloudy. Then clear again!
Eventually, after some serious elbow grease (and a lot of muttered Italian swear words from my partner), it was… swimmable. Glorious, even. We spent hours bobbing around, drinking Aperol spritzes, and staring at the Tuscan countryside. The view *from* the pool? Epic. But that initial green sludge… the memory still gives me a twitch. So yeah, swimmable? Eventually. Worth the effort? Absolutely. Just be prepared for a little pool-related drama.
What about the kitchen? I’m not a chef, but I do like to cook. Is it well-equipped? Because I fully intend to make pasta. All the pasta.
Pasta. Oh, the pasta. You're speaking my language, my friend. And yes, the kitchen... it was Italian. Meaning, charming but also, slightly... rustic. Let's just say, don't expect a state-of-the-art, stainless steel chef's paradise. The equipment was... well, it was there. Pans, pots, a slightly wonky oven. The important thing? It had a gas stovetop, which is crucial for proper pasta-making. I did bring my own favorite pasta pot, because that's just what I do, okay?
I remember buying fresh tomatoes, basil, and garlic at the market. The scent was incredible. We cranked up some Italian music and spent a glorious afternoon making pasta from scratch. Yes, it was a little messy (flour *everywhere*!), but the result was AMAZING. The pasta wasn’t perfect, but it was made with love and fresh ingredients. My partner and I had a fight, but after the pasta, we were friends again. The kitchen? It was perfect in its imperfection. Think "charming chaos". Bring your favorite knife, and you're set for an epic pasta-fueled adventure.
Is there anything I should be warned about before I go? Any potential downsides or things to watch out for? The fine print, basically.
Alright, the disclaimer portion. First off, the language barrier. Brush up on your Italian! Even basic phrases will go a long way. Google Translate is your friend, but be prepared for some hilarious mistranslations. Don't expect everyone to speak English. Embrace the chaos. Second, the internet. WiFi? Yup, it existed. Was it blazing fast? Let's just say it had its moments of existential contemplation. Be prepared to unplug. It will be therapeutic! You came to Tuscany to be in Tuscany, not the World Wide Web.
Third, the mosquitos. They're hungry in Tuscany. Invest in some serious bug spray. And finally, the driving. Italian drivers are passionate. Be prepared for some close calls and some spirited honking. Patience is a virtue. Honestly, embrace the imperfections! It's part of the fun. Oh, and be prepared to fall head-over-heels in love with the place. Seriously, you’ve been warned. You might not want to leave.
Sounds like a lot of work! Is it worth it?
Worth it? After all that cleaning and the mosquito bites and the slightly confusing shower situation (the hot water was fickle, okay?), you might ask? Absolutely. Without a doubt. The sunsets over the Tuscan hills?Findelicious Hotels
