Escape to Tuscany: Your Dream Chianti Villa Awaits!
Escape to Tuscany: My Dream Chianti Villa … Did it Actually Exist? (A Review That’s Way Too Honest)
Okay, so I just got back from "Escape to Tuscany: Your Dream Chianti Villa Awaits!" or, as I'm now calling it, "Adventure in Red Clay and Questionable Plumbing." Let me tell you, the brochures lied. (Just kidding… mostly.) But here's the brutally honest lowdown, warts and all, because let’s be real, you’re reading this because you want the real Tuscany experience, not the airbrushed Instagram version.
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Accessibility: Navigating the Rolling Hills… and the Stairs (Sigh)
Let's rip the band-aid off: Accessibility? Well, it depends. The website said "facilities for disabled guests." But lemme paint a picture: cobblestone pathways, ancient staircases in the villa (seriously, my calves are still screaming), and the "elevator," which was more of a rickety box that felt like it was about to plunge us into the earth. Wheelchair accessible? Nope. Not even close. The main restaurant, thankfully, was accessible, but getting there from certain rooms… well, let's just say it involved a heroic effort of navigating uneven terrain. On a positive note they have a Doorman who help with this, in the beginning you feel silly, then after a while its part of the experience, and actually the doorman is one of the best things in the entire resort. Score: 2/5 (For the Doorman's sheer dedication.)
Eating, Drinking, and Surviving the Buffet (My Personal Hell)
Oh, the food. Listen, I love Italian food. I dream in pasta. But the breakfast buffet? Hoo boy. It was an experience. The buffet in the restaurant had the usual suspects – cold cuts, lukewarm scrambled eggs, and pastries that tasted suspiciously like they were from last week. BUT, there were also some legit gems. They have a Vegetarian restaurant, which was actually pretty good! And I found an awesome coffee shop with amazing espresso. Their desserts in the restaurant were also pretty good, and I suggest the cake and fruit salad. There's a Poolside bar with a decent Happy hour (crucial). The Asian breakfast was…a thing (definitely an attempt). And the Western breakfast was… well, the default.
The Real Food Stars:
- The A la carte in restaurant meals at dinner time were a real win. Pizza and Pasta were amazing. This is the place to eat at.
- The Bottle of water that's delivered to your room, is a must.
- And the Coffee/tea in restaurant, which is very important or you'll start the day with a heavy dose of anger.
The other food stuffs:
- I can see an International cuisine in restaurant, even if I didn't eat any of it.
- There is a Snack bar for when you need it.
- They have a Vegetarian restaurant (and Vegetarian menu), so all is fine.
- And I see a Soup in restaurant, if you want a soup.
Score: 3.5/5 (The espresso and dinner saved it, and the buffet was a real adventure.)
Things to Do (Besides Contemplating the Meaning of Life in a Sunbeam)
Okay, here’s where Tuscany shines. Swimming pool? Glorious, with a pool with view! It's that thing in all the photos. The view alone is worth the price of admission. Then there's the Spa/sauna. I spent a solid afternoon in their Sauna . They also have a Steamroom and Foot bath and I took advantage of everything. The Massage was excellent. And then I went back for some Body scrub and Body wrap (don't ask). Truly, a glorious relaxing day. Fitness center? Yep, it’s there, but it’s small and the equipment looked a little… elderly. Gym/fitness… same thing. The other Things to do:
- They have Car park [free of charge] and Car park [on-site] and Car power charging station (if you need it).
- They have Bicycle parking so you can explore.
- There is a Terrace where you can be.
- They have a Shrine because… well, Tuscany.
- They can provide a Babysitting service and have Kids facilities if you are in that situation.
Score: 4/5 (The pool, spa, and views were chef's kiss.)
Cleanliness and Safety: Did They Survive the Pandemic?
This is where I was really impressed. They clearly took the whole COVID thing seriously. Daily disinfection in common areas, Hygiene certification, Staff trained in safety protocol, Anti-viral cleaning products… the works. I felt safe. Everything got an extra thumbs up. Rooms sanitized between stays, Sterilizing equipment, Hand sanitizer galore. They did have a Safe dining setup, and Cashless payment service, plus Physical distancing of at least 1 meter. Plus they offer a Room sanitization opt-out available which is great. Individually-wrapped food options… you name it. Seriously, top marks for feeling safe. Score: 5/5 (They earned it.)
Rooms: My Love-Hate Relationship with the Villa
Okay, so the rooms. My room (Non-smoking) was… charming. In a "lived-in-for-centuries" kind of way.
The Good:
- The Air conditioning mostly worked (crucial in July).
- The Free Wi-Fi (in my room!), was actually pretty decent.
- The Free bottled water.
- I loved the Blackout curtains.
- The Air conditioning.
- They have the Desk, Coffee/tea maker, Mini bar and Refrigerator.
The Bad:
- The additional toilet (aka, the 'throne of questionable reliability' was a daily adventure).
- The bathtub was… let's just say, it required a certain amount of contortionism to get into. Seriously, I almost dislocated a hip.
- There was a Socket near the bed, but my charging cable didn't reach it. I had a Mirror, but no way to see myself.
- The Internet access – wireless made me need to go to the reception, to download a movie.
- And there were absolutely NO Additional toilet.
The Quirks:
- The Bathrobes (thank goodness).
- They don't have Bathroom phone.
- There were Slippers which was good, I hate those.
- They also have Towels which is very useful.
- The Umbrella also.
- There was a Seating area with a very old Sofa.
- And there's the Alarm clock (yes, it worked).
Score: 3/5 (Charm outweighs questionable plumbing… barely. But seriously, bring a plunger.)
Services and Conveniences (and the Hidden Gems!)
Okay, this is where the villa showed its true colors. I'm talking the good, the bad, and the frankly hilarious.
The Good:
- 24-hour Front desk
- Concierge was actually amazing (saved me multiple times).
- Daily housekeeping.
- Luggage storage (I needed this constantly).
- Safety deposit boxes.
- The Laundry service.
- Dry cleaning was a lifesaver after my epic food battles.
- Invoice provided.
- Coffee/tea maker
- Daily housekeeping
The Bad:
- The Meeting/banquet facilities were very bland.
- The Currency exchange rate was highway robbery.
- Food delivery took forever.
The Hidden Gems:
- The Cash withdrawal.
- The old Elevator.
Score: 4/5 (The concierge saved the day.)
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: The Foodie’s Rollercoaster
Okay, so you know I had serious issues with the buffet, but the a la carte options were amazing. There's a full bar
Escape to Paradise: Your Dreamy Malinska Apartment Awaits!
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because we're about to dive headfirst into my gloriously imperfect, totally-not-sponsored-by-anyone, and utterly real itinerary for a week at that Belvilla by OYO in Chianti Village, specifically the "Morrocco B4" option in Tavarnelle in Val di Pesa. Prepare for potential meltdowns, breathtaking moments, and the very real possibility of me accidentally ordering a plate of something I can't pronounce (and probably won't eat) at some point. Here we go…
Day 1: Arrival & The "OMG, We're Really Here!" Moment (Plus Pasta Panic)
- Morning: The agonizing flight. Or, more accurately, the flight from hell. Okay, it wasn’t hell, but let's just say the toddler behind me decided my headrest was a personal trampoline. Arrived at Florence Airport (FLR), which is, let's be honest, kind of cute and ridiculously small, which is awesome until you realize it's also a maze of people and baggage. Grabbed a rental car, which, after a minor argument with the GPS (who, in Italian, seems to think I should be driving through buildings), led us on a scenic route. And by "scenic," I mean "terrifyingly narrow roads with blind corners and locals who clearly treat speed limits like suggestions."
- Afternoon: FINALLY, we arrive at Belvilla. The Morrocco B4. And… wow. The photos don’t do it justice. Those Tuscan hills are breathtaking. And the house… oh, the house! Seriously, it’s like stepping into a movie. Stone walls, terracotta tiles, a fireplace begging for a roaring fire (more on that later).
- Evening: The grocery store run. Armed with my rusty high school Italian (mostly useless, let's be real), I bravely ventured into the local Coop. Got completely overwhelmed by the cheese selection (like, paralyzingly overwhelmed). Ended up grabbing something that looked vaguely like Parmesan and a bottle of wine that was, based on the label, either going to be divine or the kind of wine that makes you question all your life choices. Dinner: Attempted pasta. Emphasis on attempted. I'm pretty sure I overcooked it, but we were too exhausted to care. Sipped wine. Stared at the stars. Pure bliss. Except for the mosquito bites. Those were not bliss.
Day 2: Exploring Tavarnelle & The Great Gelato Heist (Plus, The Olive Oil Obsession Begins)
- Morning: Woke up to the sound of church bells and the feeling of "Wow, I actually slept." Coffee on the terrace. Pure. Effing. Magic. Decided to explore Tavarnelle. It's tiny, charming, and everything you think a Tuscan village should be. Wandered the main square, gawked at the church, felt a sudden, irrational urge to buy a ridiculously expensive scarf. Managed to resist. (Pride.)
- Afternoon: Gelato. The necessity of gelato. Found a gelato shop (obviously). Ordered the best pistachio gelato I've ever had. Then, in a moment of utter weakness (and pure greed), I ordered a second cone with another flavor. And then… I dropped it. Right there. On the cobblestones. My heart actually ached.
So obviously, I got another. Redemption, folks. Redemption. - Evening: Decided this was the night for authentic Tuscan food. Found a trattoria (a local, family-run restaurant) with a menu that was entirely in Italian (braced myself, and gave it a shot!). Managed to order something that turned out to be amazing wild boar stew. The wine. The food. The atmosphere. I think I briefly considered staying there forever and becoming a trattoria cat. Also, the olive oil at the table? Heaven. This is where my olive oil obsession was BORN.
Day 3: Florence Fiasco… and a Secret Garden's Redemption
- Morning: The Big City! Conquered Florence. Armed and ready! It was a slog. Traffic was insane, parking was a nightmare, and the Uffizi Gallery was packed like a sardine can. I love art, I do, but honestly? The crowds were making me want to scream. Saw the David, which was impressive, and the Ponte Vecchio, which was pretty… but I think I spent more time elbowing my way through tourists than actually enjoying.
- Afternoon: Needed. To. Escape. Found a ridiculously gorgeous secret garden near the Duomo (the Boboli Gardens – do NOT skip it!) and suddenly all was right again. The sheer beauty and peace of the gardens made me forget the human mosh pit I'd just survived. Wandered around for hours. Breathing deep. Re-centering.
- Evening: Returned back to Tavarnelle, where I was overcome with fatigue. I was a wreck! Enjoyed a simple dinner at the villa, and watched the sunset. Perfect way to end a horrible day.
Day 4: Wine Tasting & The Terrifyingly Steep Vineyard (Plus, That Fireplace…Finally!)
- Morning: Wine tasting! Because, Italy. Booked a tour at a local winery. The rolling hills and vineyards? Spectacular. The wine? Even better! Learned about the Chianti Classico, tried a bunch of different wines (some were a tad strong!). Even bought a few bottles to take home, because, again, Italy.
- Afternoon: Walked in the vineyards. Or rather, attempted to stroll. The hills were STEEP and let me tell you, I realized how woefully out of shape I am. Considered rolling down the hill just to get it over with. Ended up just sitting on a rock, panting, and taking in the view. My calves hate me.
- Evening: Finally, the fireplace! We had a fire, made pizza, and talked. It was perfect.
Day 5: Siena & The Palio (or, at least, the aftermath)
- Morning: Drove to Siena. Again, beautiful, but this time I knew what to expect. Parked the car and explored the Piazza del Campo. It's an awesome place.
- Afternoon: Wandered around a bit, went to the market, and had a delicious lunch at a local restaurant in Siena.
- Evening: Pizza at the villa. I was exhausted!
Day 6: Cooking Class & Making Pasta (Plus, the Unexpected Tears)
- Morning: Cooking class at a local farm. Learned to make fresh pasta from scratch. It was the best meal of my life (so far)!
- Afternoon: Relaxing at the villa. Read a book. Relaxing!
- Evening: Went for a walk into the beautiful sunset.
Day 7: Departure & The Lingering Feeling of "I'll Be Back."
- Morning: Packing. The dreaded packing. Trying to squeeze all the Tuscan memories, olive oil, and slightly-too-expensive scarves into my suitcase was harder than it should have been.
- Afternoon: Final drive through the Chianti hills. A tear? Maybe more than one. Goodbye, Tuscany. Goodbye, beautiful Belvilla. Goodbye, perfect pasta, and that amazing gelato. Goodbye, slow pace of life.
- Evening: Flight home. Already planning my return. Because, seriously, how could I not?
This itinerary is not perfect, and I love that. It's a messy, honest, human account of a trip filled with magic, frustration, and the simple joy of living in the moment. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go start planning my next trip, and hopefully, I'll actually learn some more Italian before I go! Ciao!
Escape to Paradise: Cozy Dutch Meadow Haven in Spijk!
Escape to Tuscany: Your Dream Chianti Villa Awaits! (Or Does It?) - The Unofficial FAQ
Okay, let's cut to the chase. Is this villa *actually* as perfect as the brochures make it seem?
Hah! Perfect? Honey, if you're looking for perfect, go live in a sterile lab. Let me tell you about "perfect." We got there, and the view... the view was, admittedly, *breathtaking*. Like, stopped-in-my-tracks, almost-forgot-my-name kind of breathtaking. The photos? They didn't lie about *that*. But then...there was the "charming rustic" bathroom. Let's just say the plumbing had a mind of its own. One day it gushed, the next it trickled. "Charming" became "challenging" real fast. So, no. Not perfect. But that, my friends, is part of the charm. (And yes, we eventually wrestled the shower into submission.)
What about the food? I'm obsessed with Italian food! Did you starve?
Starve? NEVER! Especially not in Tuscany. The local markets are a dream. Picture this: me, armed with a basket, completely butchering my Italian, trying to buy the perfect tomatoes. The vendors, bless their hearts, just smiled and helped me along. We ate *so* much fresh pasta, and I’m not even going to *try* to describe the smell of the bread baking every morning. Okay, ok, I’ll admit something. I burned the garlic bread *once*. Okay, twice...and maybe a third time at the very end. But the rest? Pure, unadulterated, carb-loaded heaven. My pants don’t lie.
Is it really *relaxing* in Chianti? Or is it, you know, stressful trying to figure everything out?
Relaxing... eventually. Look, the first day? Pure chaos. Finding the villa, getting the key (that was a story!), figuring out the washing machine (it was ancient!), and trying to remember "dove sono i bagni?" (where's the bathroom? – essential phrase). There were tears (mostly mine) and frantic Googling. But then, slowly, it all clicks. You adjust to the slower pace, the lack of perfect Wi-Fi (which, honestly, is a blessing in disguise), and the fact that things just… take longer. And that, my friends, is when the relaxation truly begins. We spent entire afternoons sprawled by the pool, reading, drinking wine, and just letting the world drift on by. Bliss. Pure, unadulterated bliss.
Okay, let's talk about wine. Is it easy to find good wine? And like, how *much* wine?
Wine? Easy! Good wine? Also easy! Tuscany is practically drowning in deliciousness. Forget your local supermarket selection. We're talking family-run vineyards, hidden cellars, and wine tastings that will knock your socks off. And *how much* wine? Let's just say we developed a very intimate relationship with the local Chianti Classico. My advice? Pace yourself. (I didn't always follow my own advice, I’ll be honest. But hey, it's Tuscany!) Seriously though, have someone else drive. The roads are winding and the wine is plentiful. One anecdote: One day, we visited a tiny vineyard. The owner, a charming old man, poured us wine until our faces were flushed and we were practically best friends. It was the perfect day, even though I can't remember half of it. Don't judge me!
What about the villa itself? Was it comfortable? Like, did it have air conditioning, or did I have to sweat my way through the whole trip?
Comfortable? Well… that depends. Air conditioning wasn’t exactly standard. Remember that "charming rustic" thing? It also meant some slightly unpredictable temperature control. But honestly? The stone walls kept things pretty cool, even during the heat of the day. And there's nothing like a lazy afternoon nap under a ceiling fan, with the sun streaming in through the shutters. It wasn't a five-star hotel, but it was *home*. Home with charm, character, and the occasional rogue mosquito. I’ll take the minor discomforts any day, the air conditioning would have been a blessing though.
Are there any downsides? Any things that really bugged you? Be honest!
Okay, okay, I'll be honest. The mosquitos were a menace. Seriously, those little bloodsuckers were relentless. Bring ALL the bug spray. And the Italian bureaucracy? Let's just say navigating local services (like, say, trying to understand the recycling rules) could be… challenging. Also, remember I said "charming rustic?" That often translates to "not exactly cutting-edge." Our internet was spotty at best. And if you are planning to work remotely, bring your own portable hotspot. But honestly? These are minor gripes. Tiny, insignificant bumps in the road. The overall experience? Worth it. Absolutely. Every. Single. Moment.
Would you go back? Like, would you *really* go back, or are you secretly already planning your escape to somewhere else?
Would I go back? Are you kidding me?! I am already obsessively checking flight prices and villa availability. My passport is practically begging to get stamped again. Tuscany has a way of getting under your skin, of burrowing into your soul. The food, the wine, the views, the sheer *beauty* of it all… it's addictive. I am already dreaming of the next time I can smell that Tuscan air. So yes. Absolutely. I'm going back. And you should too. Just… maybe bring extra bug spray.
