Escape to Tuscany: Your Dream Belvilla Awaits in Beatrice Chiusi!
Escape to Tuscany: Beatrice Chiusi – Or How I Ate My Weight in Truffle Risotto (and Loved Every Second!)
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because I just got back from a whirlwind romance with Tuscany, all thanks to a little place called Beatrice Chiusi. Belvilla, you sly dogs, you nailed this one. Let me tell you, this wasn’t just a vacation; it was a full-blown sensory assault… in the best possible way.
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First impressions? Breathe… Let’s start with the drive. Glorious. Winding roads, cypress trees standing like silent sentinels, and vistas that make you want to scream, "I'M ALIVE!" (I may have actually done that a few times). Finding Beatrice Chiusi itself was easy peasy. Parking? Smooth as silk. Car park [free of charge] – check! And the car park [on-site] was a huge plus. No stressful circling, just pull up, unpack, and BAM! Vacation mode activated.
Accessibility – The Good, The (Slightly) Grumpy
Okay, so I need to be honest here. While the website claims Beatrice Chiusi offers Facilities for disabled guests, and I believe they're striving, it's not perfectly wheelchair accessible. The main areas, the pool, and the dining rooms were relatively easy to navigate. Elevator? Yep. Check-in/out [express]? Certainly a godsend after a long flight. But some of the older buildings, lovely as they were, had steps here and there. So, if you're completely reliant on a wheelchair, call ahead and ensure your specific needs are met. They were super helpful when I called, but it pays to be prepared. I'm all about honesty, even if it’s messy!
The Food – Oh. My. GAWD.
Right, deep breaths. The food. Forget everything you think you know about Italian food. This isn’t your Nonna’s spaghetti. This is… an experience. A la carte in restaurant, Buffet in restaurant, Restaurants, Coffee/tea in restaurant… I’ll be honest; it's all a blur of pure, unadulterated deliciousness. They had an Asian breakfast option, which was interesting, but I’m a sucker for the classics. Their Western breakfast was a dream, with fresh pastries, the fluffiest scrambled eggs, and coffee that actually tasted like… well, coffee!
I’m talking about a level of food that would make even the pickiest eater weep. I spent a solid week exploring their Soup in restaurant (the minestrone was a revelation), their Salad in restaurant (the Caprese was practically a religious experience), and, of course, the crown jewel: the truffle risotto. Oh, sweet, creamy, earthy truffle risotto. I swear, I could have eaten it every single day for the rest of my life. I ate my weight in the stuff. No regrets. None.
I remember one particular evening… I’d just finished three (yes, THREE) courses, basically rolled myself from the restaurant to the Terrace overlooking the rolling hills, and declared to the waiter (who, bless his heart, probably heard it a million times), "This… this is the life!" The Poolside bar was open; I snagged a Negroni and watched the sunset paint the sky in shades of orange and purple. Pure bliss. Pure, unadulterated, truffle-induced bliss.
And let's not forget the Coffee shop! The aroma of freshly brewed espresso was enough to drag me out of bed every morning. They had amazing desserts too… I mean, Desserts in restaurant? YES PLEASE!
More Food Ramblings (You Were Warned!)
Beyond the main restaurant, they offered Breakfast takeaway service, which was handy for a couple of early morning excursions. Also, the Alternative meal arrangement was great! They happily catered to my friend's dietary needs without a hint of a problem. They truly go above and beyond.
And the staff? So incredibly friendly… They were always cheerful, helpful, and made me feel genuinely welcome. I’ll never forget one of the waiters, Antonio, who, on my fourth night, just knew I wanted a double espresso before I even opened my mouth! That's service!
The Relaxation Factor – Spa, Sauna & Swimming Pool (Oh My!)
Right, time to work off all that risotto. Pool with view? Absolutely. The Swimming pool [outdoor] was magnificent. The water was the perfect temperature, and the sun loungers were ridiculously comfortable. I spent hours just floating, gazing at the Tuscan hills. Pure Zen.
And the Spa/sauna? HELL YES! I indulged in a Body scrub, a Body wrap, and spent way too much time in the Sauna. The Massage? Omg… my shoulders are still thanking me. They also had a Steamroom, for the ultimate relaxation experience. And the Foot bath? Perfect after a day of exploring. This place is a bonafide self-care sanctuary!
Things To Do – Beyond Eating (I Know, Hard to Believe)
So, beyond the food and the pool, what else? Well, Air conditioning in public area was a lifesaver during the warmer days. Plus, there was a Fitness center if you felt the urge to get some exercise (I, um, mostly stuck to the walking part of "walking to the restaurant").
They had lots of options. They had bike rentals and had lots of info on local tours.
The surrounding area is just brimming with possibilities. Day trips to Siena, Florence, and Arezzo are easily manageable. We rented a car, and the car power charging station was extremely useful!
Cleanliness and Safety – A Modern World
In this day in age, safety is paramount. They had all the necessary precautions in place. Daily disinfection in common areas, Hand sanitizer everywhere, Staff trained in safety protocol, Anti-viral cleaning products, Room sanitization opt-out available… They took it all seriously. They even had Individually-wrapped food options for the grab-and-go breakfast!
My Room – A Cozy Haven
My room? Air conditioning, thank you Jesus. In a nutshell: Air conditioning, Free Wi-Fi [free], Daily housekeeping, Non-smoking, Towels, Linens, and a view to die for. It was spacious, comfortable, and the Blackout curtains were a godsend after a long day of eating and relaxing. They had Complimentary tea, which I appreciated. And the Mini-bar was stocked with all sorts of goodies. The Bathrobes were the fluffiest I've ever felt. Luxury!
A Few Quirks (Because Life Isn't Perfect)
Okay, okay, nobody's perfect. And Beatrice Chiusi… well, they're almost perfect. The Internet access [LAN] wasn't the fastest in the world. But hey, who cares when you're surrounded by beauty and delicious food? The TV, with Satellite/cable channels, did have some limited English language stations. The Bathroom phone? A bit unnecessary, I confess, but charming. I'm telling you, it was all part of the experience!
For the Kids
I didn't travel with any kids, but from what I saw, they had a ton of Family/child friendly facilities. Babysitting service, Kids meal, and lots of space to run around.
Services and Conveniences
The staff were very accommodating and helped with everything. The Concierge was a lifesaver when booking day trips. Luggage storage was available, and the Laundry service was reasonably priced. And it' very thoughtfully provided Toiletries, which is a good thing after a long travel day.
The Verdict – Book It!
Look, I could go on forever. But honestly? Just go. Book it. Beatrice Chiusi is a gem. It's a place to disconnect, to indulge, and to simply be. It's a place where you can eat way too much truffle risotto (and still somehow fit into your clothes), soak up the Tuscan sun, and fall head-over-heels in love with the Italian way of life. It’s imperfect, yes, with some areas that could improve. But overall, it's an experience you'll never forget. I’m already planning my return. Ciao!
Escape to Paradise: Unbeatable Belvilla Deal in Spain's Rajoler Riudarenas!
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because this ain't your grandma's itinerary. We're going full-blown, Italian-sun-soaked, pasta-fueled chaos in Belvilla by Oyo Beatrice, Chiusi Della Verna. Get ready for the real deal, warts and all.
ITALY: OPERATION CHILLAX… OR MAYHEM? (BELVILLA BY OYO - BEATRICE EDITION)
Day 1: Arrival – Expect the Unexpected (And Hopefully, Pizza)
- 14:00-ish (Give or take an hour, I'm already running Italy time): Arrive at Bologna Airport. Okay, so I thought I'd booked a direct flight. Apparently not. Cue the internal monologue of "Why am I always the one who messes up the travel arrangements?!" But hey, the airport coffee was surprisingly good. Already a win, in my book.
- 15:30: Train to… somewhere near Chiusi Della Verna. Don't ask. The train station names are a blur of Tuscan vowels I can't pronounce. Pretty sure I saw a goat giving me the side-eye on the way. I'm already in love with Italy.
- 18:00 (ish): Pick up rental car. Pray it's not a lemon. Pray I remember how to drive manual. Pray for a functioning GPS that isn't trying to send me down a non-existent sheep trail. (Spoiler alert: The GPS did try to send me down a sheep trail. Italy, you glorious, chaotic beast.)
- 19:30-ish: Arrive at Belvilla by Oyo Beatrice. Holy. Mother. Of. Rustic. The photos online, bless their hearts, did not capture the sheer charm (and potential for rogue dust bunnies) of this place. It's gorgeous, though. The views… chef's kiss. Found the key, fumbled with it for ten minutes because I'm clearly not good at this, and finally got in.
- 20:00: Unpack. Briefly. Then immediately start exploring. Found a small, somewhat moldy, but charming veranda. Decided that this is where I'll have my existential crisis.
- 21:00: Dinner. The absolute mission to find a pizzeria that's open on a Monday in the middle of nowhere. Found one! The pizza? Phenomenal. The people? Even more so. I think the waitress secretly laughed at my attempts to order in slightly-broken Italian. Worth it.
Day 2: Franciscan Pilgrimage (And Avoiding the Sheep)
- 09:00: Wake up to the sounds of… church bells? Rooster? Possibly both. Embracing the rustic vibes, even if the bed is slightly less comfortable than my memory of it.
- 10:00: Head to the Sanctuary of La Verna. This is the big one. The place where St. Francis got his stigmata. Prepare for serious historical vibes and a deep dive into the spiritual. Or, you know, whatever.
- 10:30 - 13:00: Exploring the Sanctuary and surrounding forest. The architecture is mind-blowing, a real testament to commitment. The view from the top? Stunning. Spent a good chunk of time just sitting, processing, and marveling at the sheer beauty of the place. Did some light meditation, failed at said meditation.
- 13:00: Lunch at a trattoria near the sanctuary. More pasta. More wine. My Italian is improving, probably. At least I haven't accidentally ordered a plate of goat intestines yet. Hopefully.
- 14:30: Attempt to hike a portion of the "Franciscan Path." (Spoiler: I got lost. Very lost. Found myself in a field full of VERY JUDGEMENTAL looking cows.) The path itself? Beautiful. The sheep? Still judging. Gave up on the path, took some photos of the scenery, and vowed to invest in a better map.
- 17:00: Back at the villa. Siesta time. The afternoon Italian sun is powerful, and I'm already melting.
- 18:00: Wine on the veranda. Watching the sunset. Thinking about life. Possibly overthinking life. Italy, you are absolutely messing with my head in the best possible way.
- 20:00: Dinner at the Villa. Pasta with garlic and oil.
Day 3: Tuscan Town Hopping (And the Perils of Driving on Winding Roads)
- 09:00: Another glorious wake-up. This time, rooster and church bells are joined by the distant drone of a lawnmower. I'm officially rural now.
- 10:00: Head into the heart of the Casentino Valley.
- Anghiari: Visit the town of Anghiari. It looks like a picturesque postcard, and has a glorious medieval character.
- Monterchi: Head to Monterchi and gaze in awe at the Madonna del Parto by Piero della Francesca.
- 13:00: Stop for lunch in a randomly chosen town that looks charming. Ended up in a place that, despite my best efforts, I couldn't understand the menu. Ordered something. It turned out to be… excellent. Yet another Italian culinary mystery solved.
- 14:00: Driving continues. The roads. Oh, the roads. Winding, narrow, and occasionally populated by fearless cyclists who seem to think they're bulletproof. I am becoming one with the horn.
- 16:00: Back at the villa for some much-needed chilling.
- 18:00: Back to the veranda. Read a book. Drink more wine. Contemplate the meaning of life. (It's probably pasta.)
- 20:00: Dinner cooked at the Villa.
- 21:00: Stargazing. The sky here is unbelievably clear. Felt a deep sense of peace, a welcome respite from the usual cacophony of my brain.
Day 4: The Art, The Food, The Feels (Emphasis on Food)
- 09:00: Coffee on the veranda. The birds are singing. The sun is shining. My existential crisis has been momentarily postponed.
- 10:00: Determined to have a deep, meaningful artistic experience. Visit the tiny art museum in Poppi, which is a must-see.
- 12:00: Cooking Class! Yes! I'm finally going to attempt to replicate the deliciousness I've been inhaling. This is going to be either a triumph or a hilarious disaster. (I’m betting on the latter.)
- 13:00 - 16:00: Cooking class. The cooking class was phenomenal. Made pasta from scratch. Almost set the kitchen on fire. The chef was patient, even when I accidentally used twice the amount of salt needed.
- 17:00: Nap time. The post-pasta food coma is real.
- 19:00: Evening in the Villa.
- 20:00: Dinner, featuring the fruits of my (mostly successful) cooking class endeavors. Patting myself on the back. This is living.
Day 5: Chilling at the Villa (With a Side of Panic)
- 09:00: Wake up. Realize I'm leaving tomorrow. Slight panic sets in.
- 10:00: Decide to embrace the chill vibes. This is the day to do nothing.
- 11:00: Found a secret spot in the garden.
- 12:00: Read a book.
- 13:00: Lunch. Cheese and tomato, the ultimate Italian power lunch.
- 14:00 - 17:00: More lounging, reading, and generally being a sloth.
- 18:00: Wine on the veranda, one last time. Bitter-sweet.
- 20:00: The Last Supper (metaphorically speaking). Pasta. Wine. More pasta. Attempting to mentally log every single delicious bite for future reminiscing.
Day 6: Departure – Ciao, Italy. (I'll Be Back.)
- 08:00: Pack. (Or attempt to.) Find myself strangely attached to this slightly-dusty, utterly charming, Tuscan escape.
- 09:00: Last coffee on the veranda. Gaze at the view one last time.
- 10:00: Check out of the villa. (Almost forgot my keys. Classic.)
- 10:30: Drive back to Bologna Airport.
- 13:00: Airport. Bye Italy.
- 16:00 (ish): Realize I forgot to buy olive oil. Of course I did.
Notes for the Next Time (Because There Will Be A Next Time):
- Learn more Italian. Seriously.
- Find out something about the train route.
- Be more proactive about grocery shopping.
- Invest in better
Escape to Tuscany: Your Dream Belvilla Awaits in Beatrice Chiusi! - A Messy FAQ
So, "Escape to Tuscany"... Sounds dreamy. Is it *really* dreamy? Like, Instagram-filter-level dreamy?
Beatrice Chiusi? Where the heck *is* that? I'm geographically challenged.
Tell me about the Belvilla. Is it a villa, like, *really* a villa? Or is it a glorified Airbnb?
The pool! Everyone always asks about the pool. Tell me about THE POOL!
What about food? Where do I *eat*? I'm envisioning pasta heaven.
Any tips for a first-timer? What did you mess up?
Okay, so are there any downsides? Anything that *sucked*? Be honest.
Would you go back? REALLY?
