Escape to Paradise: Your Dream Home Awaits in Private Vessem, Netherlands
Escape to Paradise: Or, Did I Actually Find My Dream Home (And Would I Stay There Forever?)
Okay, brace yourselves. This review isn't going to be a sterile, bullet-pointed list. This is going to be a real person's reaction to "Escape to Paradise" in Private Vessem, Netherlands. Prepare for honesty, maybe a little hyperbole, and possibly a slight existential crisis about moving to the countryside. Here we go…
First Impressions: Arrival & The "Oh-My-God-This-Is-Beautiful" Moment (Followed by the "Wait, Where's the Nearest Starbucks?" Moment)
The drive in? Stunning. Seriously. Think rolling green hills, the kind of scenery that makes you want to break into a spontaneous rendition of "The Sound of Music." The approach to "Escape to Paradise" itself? Private, secluded, and promising. I started getting that feeling, you know? The one where you think you’ve found a hidden gem.
Accessibility? A Mixed Bag (and My Slightly Embarrassing Stair-Climbing Incident)
Now, I wouldn't say I'm completely graceful. And I definitely wouldn't describe myself as a supermodel. So imagine my face when I realized the main entrance (the gorgeous main entrance, mind you) involved a few unexpected steps. Listen, I’m not disabled, but you know what? Maybe a ramp wouldn't hurt for anyone with mobility issues, or just a clutz like me. Still, they do clearly state they have facilities for disabled guests, so perhaps I missed something. Overall, access is mostly fine, but maybe pack your best shoes for navigating the grounds. (I'm kidding, I’m just not a fan on stairs)
Dining, Drinking, & Snacking: The Buffet Conundrum (and My Deepest Desire for a Perfect Croissant)
Let's get to the important stuff, shall we? Food. The heart and soul of any vacation (or, let's be honest, my entire existence).
The breakfast buffet… oh, the buffet. It was a symphony of options, a culinary poem. They had it all: Asian breakfast, Western breakfast, all kinds of fresh fruit, cheeses, and… (drumroll please)… croissants. Now, I'm a croissant snob, okay? I have high standards. These were… good. But not the kind that make you weep with joy and swear off all other pastries. Still, a decent start to the day. (And the coffee was strong, which is always a win). I also saw the poolside bar, which was tempting, but I was far too busy getting my spa on.
They advertised an à la carte restaurant, restaurants with Asian cuisine, and even a vegetarian restaurant. I didn't make it to all of them, sadly. I was on a mission to embrace the relaxation and was too busy not doing anything to go anywhere.
Ways to Relax (aka, My Personal Descent into Bliss)
This is where "Paradise" truly shines. Seriously. I hit the spa like a woman possessed. Multiple treatments. Body scrub? Check. Body wrap? Double-check. And the sauna? Oh, the sauna. I think I spent a solid two hours in there, sweating out all my stresses and questionable life choices. They had a pool with a view, which, let's be honest, is practically a requirement for any place calling itself "Paradise." And a freaking steamroom!
I will admit, I maybe, possibly, fell asleep in the steamroom. Don't judge me. I think I made the most of it.
Cleanliness & Safety: The Sanitization Symphony (and My Slightly Obsessive-Compulsive Tendencies)
This is where they really, really impressed me. In these chaotic times, the cleanliness protocols were top-notch. They used anti-viral cleaning products, had a daily disinfection in common areas, and offered room sanitization opt-out available. My inner germaphobe was thrilled. Hand sanitizer stations were everywhere. They even had a safe dining setup.
They also had smoke alarms in every room, and the staff were super well-trained in safety protocol.
Room Bliss: My Sanctuary (and My Quest for the Perfect Bath)
My room was… lovely. Okay, it was more than lovely. It was the kind of room that makes you want to throw open the window (which does open, thank the heavens), breathe deeply, and say, "Yep, I could live here."
They had air conditioning, which was bliss. A sofa perfect for lounging. A desk that I never used (priorities, people!). And the bathroom? A dream. A bathtub, separate shower, bathrobes, and the most luxurious towels I've ever encountered. I would seriously consider moving into that bath. I spent so much time in there. Honestly, that bath was my vacation. Add in the complimentary tea, and I tell you… that's the life.
Services & Conveniences: The Little Extras That Make a Difference (and My Lack of Direction)
They had a concierge, a doorman, and a daily housekeeping service, which meant my room was magically tidied up while I was busy… being lazy. They also offered laundry and even dry cleaning. They have a gift shop, even. Honestly though, from where I was, it was a bit too much. I didn't see any use of any of it as far as my vacation was concerned. I was simply too far away.
For the Kids: Family-Friendly? Probably (but I was too busy being a hermit)
I didn’t have any kids with me, but they advertised things like babysitting, so it seemed like a good option for families.
Internet Access & Connectivity: The Double-Edged Sword (and My Attempt to Disconnect)
Okay, the internet. This one is complicated. They advertise free Wi-Fi in all rooms!. And Internet [LAN]. Internet services are available. I will say that I found the Wi-Fi connection to be a bit hit-or-miss. I’d be streaming something and… boom. Down time.
Getting Around: Wheels & Wanderings (and My Love of a Free Parking Spot)
They had a car park [free of charge]. Score! Easy access to a parking space is a big win in my book. They also have an airport transfer (which I did NOT used, regrettably).
The Verdict: Escape to Paradise? Maybe. But Would I Actually Live There?
This is where the rubber meets the road (or, in this case, the luxurious spa floor). "Escape to Paradise" is genuinely special. It’s a place where you can truly unwind, disconnect, and pamper yourself. The staff is helpful, the facilities are fantastic, and the over-all atmosphere is calming.
BUT… and there's always a "but," isn't there?
For me, a city dweller at heart, the sheer isolation of it all might be a bit much. Remember my "Starbucks" moment? Well, that was more than a moment. It's always something I think about. I love the bustling city life, and the fact that this is so very quiet… hmm, it could be a long-term issue.
So, would I recommend "Escape to Paradise"? Absolutely! Will I be back? Definitely. Would I, personally, trade my city life for a permanent stay? I'm still not sure. Maybe. Ask me again after another body wrap… and maybe after someone opens a Starbucks next door.
Final Rating: 4.5 out of 5 stars. (Minus half a star for the spotty Wi-fi and the slight lack of croissants)
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- (H1) Escape to Paradise: Or, Did I Actually Find My Dream Home (And Would I Stay There Forever?)
- (H2) First Impressions: Arrival & The "Oh-My-God-This-Is-Beautiful" Moment (Followed by the "Wait, Where's the Nearest Starbucks?" Moment)
- (H2) Accessibility? A Mixed Bag
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this ain't your grandma's itinerary. We're heading to a lovely house in a private natural area in Vessem, Netherlands. Think rustling leaves, probably some cows, and a whole lot of me figuring things out as I go. Prepare for the glorious mess.
Day 1: Arrival and the Great Dutch Windmill Debacle (and other anxieties)
- 10:00 AM - Wake Up! (or, as reality dictates, Drag Myself Out of Bed). Okay, so real talk? I'm not a morning person. Waking up and leaving my bed feels akin to being tortured. This whole "European adventure" means my sleep schedule is already in shambles. Hoping that coffee will fix everything.
- 11:00 AM - Plane, Trains, and Automobiles… of Anxiety. Oh god, the journey. Flights are the worst, right? It's all about the cramped seats and the recycled air with a generous helping of turbulence. Let's hope my luggage makes it this time. You know what happens when you travel on a budget? All the stuff I love (and need) doesn't arrive with you (even though you told the airline how important these things are and you are sure it's on its way..).
- 3:00 PM - Arrival at Vessem House. (Fingers Crossed It's Real) Finally! Assuming the house is actually there (I swear I've had dreams about booking accommodation that turned out to be just a field and a very confused cow), I'm aiming to arrive at this gorgeous house. I hope it looks like the pictures and not some weird, dilapidated shed. First order of business: find the wine.
- 3:30 PM - Wine and wonder or a massive unpacking sesh (depending on the mood.) Let's go with wine… after all the travel angst I deserve this! Then, a leisurely exploration of my temporary kingdom. I want to find the coziest reading nook and claim it as my own. I also may or may not cry a little in happiness.
- 5:00 PM - Windmill Ambitions Falter. There was a windmill (or so the brochure promised) near the house. I envisioned myself, a modern-day Don Quixote, battling the windmills of inconvenience. Reality, however, had other plans. The windmill was a significant distance. So instead of some great adventure I'm back home in my reading nook crying and drinking wine.
- 7:00 PM - Dinner Drama and Culinary Catastrophe. Okay, I'm not a chef. At all. I'm thinking a simple dinner. Maybe some bread, cheese, and… let's be honest, more wine. Let's face it, it will probably be a culinary catastrophe. As long as I don't burn the house down (fingers crossed again) it's a win.
- 8:00 PM - Stargazing (or at least, staring at the sky). Assuming the clouds cooperate (and, let's be honest, the wine has settled), hopefully, I'll find a spot to stare at the stars… if I don't fall asleep first. Maybe I'll finally start that book I've been meaning to read for months.
Day 2: Nature's Embrace (and My Constant Sense of Impending Doom)
- 8:00 AM - Attempt to Wake Up Early (ha! good one, self). Right! The plan is to be all "nature-loving enthusiast." Realistically, I might just be grumpy.
- 9:00 AM - Nature Walk (pray for no bugs). The brochure said "lush landscapes." Hopefully, that means fewer mosquitoes. My emotional state: terrified of everything outdoors. I'll probably jump at every rustle of leaves and be convinced I'm being stalked by a wild animal.
- 11:00 AM - The Picnic That Almost Wasn't (because I forgot the napkins). I packed a picnic. It includes cheese, bread, and the most beautiful view. Except for one small (okay, major) detail… I forgot the napkins! So, eating elegantly is out the window.
- 1:00 PM - Book Reading (with a side of existential dread). Find a quiet spot. Try to read my book. Let the beauty of nature soak in… but mostly, battle with the ever-present feeling that I'm forgetting something crucial. Where am I? What am I doing?
- 3:00 PM - The Great Cycle Ride (Maybe) The house has bikes! A scenic ride through the countryside is promised (again by the deceptive brochure). But I'm also clumsy and have a terrible sense of direction. This could be an absolute disaster.
- 5:00 PM - Relaxing in my reading nook. I will unwind after a hard day full of panic, overthinking and reading. I'll unwind with more wine. I might even add a bubble bath to it!
- 7:00 PM - Dinner Part Two: Electric Boogaloo. Repeat the Culinary Catastrophe. Maybe order takeout. Or maybe, just maybe, I'll master the art of pasta. (Doubtful).
Day 3: Reflection, Departure… and a Slight Crisis of Identity
- 8:00 AM - One Last Breakfast, Full of Regret (that I didn't stay longer). A final attempt to enjoy this charming house.
- 9:00 AM - Packing and Panic. Packing is the worst. It brings up the worst feelings. The feeling of leaving something behind… Did I enjoy my stay?
- 11:00 AM - Final Stroll, Final Goodbye, Final Tears? One last look at my home away from home. A silent thank you to the house. Then, a slow, melancholic goodbye.
- 1:00 PM - Journey Home (and the Post-Vacation Blues). The plane ride home. Thinking. Reflecting. Did I enjoy it? Probably. Will I be back? Probably.
Important Reminders for this mess:
- Embrace the Imperfection: Things will go wrong. I will get lost. I will forget things. That's half the fun (maybe).
- Don't Over-Plan: Leave room for spontaneity. You never know what magic you'll find.
- Pack Wine: Seriously.
- Most Importantly: Enjoy the Moment! (Even when it's messy.)
Escape to Paradise: Your Dream Home Awaits – (And Maybe a Headache - My Version) FAQs
Okay, so... Vessem? Never heard of it. Where even IS this supposed "Paradise?"
Right?! That was *my* first thought. Vessem is in the Netherlands, somewhere near Eindhoven. Think... rolling hills, quiet villages, and the distinct lack of hordes of tourists that I've accidentally become a fan of. It’s kinda...peaceful. And yes, I said “kinda.” Because listen, after surviving the Amsterdam madness (god, the bike lanes!), a little peace is *needed*. Seriously, my blood pressure has gone down a full point just thinking about it.
What IS the *actual* "dream home" deal? Tell me it's not just a glorified shed.
Okay, fair question. Let’s get real. It's not a shed. Thank GOD. These are actual houses, and the ones I saw… (because I *had* to go check them out, right?), were pretty darned nice. Think modern farmhouse meets eco-friendly, with gardens bigger than my current (tiny, depressing) apartment. They're all about being in touch with nature, which… sounds good in theory. Gets a little less appealing when you’re covered in mosquito bites after a five-minute walk. (Side note: The Dutch mosquitos apparently have better taste than the ones I'm used to, and find me *especially* delicious.) But still, the homes? Pretty great. The views? Spectacular.
What's the catch? (There's always a catch.)
The catch? Okay, so, there’s a few. First, it’s not *cheap*. Like, not "buy a lottery ticket and hope" cheap. You're aiming for a downpayment that requires some actual savings. Seriously, I had to check my bank account *twice* just to make sure I wasn't hallucinating the prices. Second, it's the Netherlands. Which is awesome! But the weather...let’s just say I’m not sure my wardrobe is prepared for year-round grey. And third… the *silence*. Absolute quiet. It might be bliss for some. For me? It might send me slowly, irrevocably, insane. (I'm used to city sounds. I need the ambient hum of traffic to feel... normal.)
Is it really "escape"? Like, can I actually *abandon* my soul-crushing job?
Look, that’s the *dream*, right? Trading the fluorescent lights of the office for a sunrise over a tulip field? The allure is definitely there. The truth is a bit messier. You'll likely need *some* income. "Escape" might mean a remote job, a freelance gig, or… well, the courage to figure out how to fund that dream. I’m currently stuck at the “figuring out” stage, admittedly. But the *potential*... that’s what keeps me going. Imagine starting a blog from there. A COOKING blog! That's another level of paradise, right there.
I have kids (or plan to). How's it for families?
Honestly? This is where it gets REALLY tempting. The Dutch are VERY family-oriented. The area seemed super safe, with parks and green spaces galore. Schools are apparently excellent (but I can't vouch for that personally, as I don't have any crotch goblins of my own, so you know...). Picture this: your kids, running around, actually *playing* outside, not glued to their screens. Sounds idyllic, doesn't it? I almost want to have kids *just* to experience that. (Almost. Let's not get ahead of ourselves.)
What about food? Am I going to starve on stroopwafels and cheese forever?
Okay, first off, stroopwafels are delicious. Fight me. And yes, cheese is everywhere. Dutch food is... hearty. Lots of potatoes, meat, and… well, more potatoes. But, there are plenty of grocery stores (and I think I saw a market or two). And of course, you can always cook at home, which, let's be honest, is going to be a LOT easier if you actually *live* there. The thought of cooking in a kitchen with *actual space* is heaven. The internet's pretty good, too. SO. You can always Google a recipe, yeah?
Tell me about the gardens! They promise gardens... BIG gardens!
OH. MY. GOD. The gardens. If I had to pick one thing that *sold* me on this whole idea, it was the bloody gardens. Seriously. Huge. Lush. Space for a trampoline (for the kids, or, ahem, for *me* if I felt like it). Space for a barbecue (YES!). Space for, I don’t know, a freaking *miniature golf course* if you're that way inclined! And the *privacy*! You could probably wander around naked in your own garden, and the only people who’d see you are the local deer. (Which, admittedly, would be a little awkward if they're the judgy types). That's the dream, right there.
What about getting around without a car? Is everything by bike?
Okay, so this is where my already shaky European-optimism hits a snag. YES. They like bikes in the Netherlands. A LOT. Vessem, however, is tiny. I mean, *tiny*. Public transport options? Let’s just say they’re not exactly frequent. You’ll *probably* need a car. Which means even MORE costs. And finding parking? I already struggle with that in my tiny apartmentComfy Hotel Finder
