Unbelievable Luxury Awaits: Your Dream Spanish Escape at Belvilla El Mirador!
Belvilla El Mirador: My Dream Spanish Escape? Let's Unpack This! (Spoiler: It's Complicated!)
Okay, friends, let's dive headfirst into the swirling, sun-drenched vortex that is Belvilla El Mirador. The name itself whispers promises of luxury, a dream escape in Spain. And honestly? Parts of it were dreamy. Others… well, let's just say my expectations and reality took a tango, sometimes smooth, sometimes tripping over each other.
First Impressions & Accessibility (or Lack Thereof – Sigh!)
"Unbelievable Luxury Awaits," they said. And from a distance, yeah, it looked impressive. That classic Spanish architecture, the promise of sun-drenched terraces… BUT! Accessibility? Let me be brutally honest. They say they have "Facilities for disabled guests." But maneuvering my wheelchair around the cobblestone paths leading to the entrance? A nightmare. Forget anything beyond the main areas. Seriously, folks, if you need true wheelchair accessibility, double-check everything beforehand. Don't just rely on the listed "Facilities". I'm talking ramps, wide doorways, and smooth surfaces. This is not the place to blindly trust.
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The Good Stuff: Spa, Pool, and Pure Sunshine (Mostly!)
Alright, let's talk about the good stuff, because there was a lot of it! First things first, the pool with a view? Absolutely stunning. Seriously, Instagram material all the way. Lounging by the swimming pool [outdoor] with a book, sipping a cocktail (courtesy of the poolside bar – which I highly recommend), pretending the world didn't exist? Bliss. Pure, unadulterated bliss.
And the Spa/sauna area? Okay, now we’re talking! I treated myself to a Body scrub and a massage one afternoon. The masseuse, bless her, knew exactly what she was doing. I swear, I melted into the table. My weary traveler's muscles finally got some much-needed TLC. It was hands down, the best thing about my whole stay. They have a Gym/fitness area too, which I didn't use, but the equipment looked top-notch, and they even had a Foot bath. Fancy!
And let's not forget the sun! The Spanish sun is glorious. I spent hours of just basking in the sun, pretending to work… on my tan, that is.
Food Glorious Food (And Some Misses!)
Food is important, right? Especially on a holiday! The restaurants at El Mirador offered a decent selection, covering International cuisine in restaurant, Western cuisine in restaurant, and some, (though limited) Asian cuisine in restaurant. The Breakfast [buffet] was decent, though I'd have loved a bit more variety (more on that later). They did a good job with the standard fare – eggs, bacon, pastries, etc. They also had Breakfast takeaway service, which was great for those days when I wanted to eat breakfast at my own pace.
I had a delicious dinner one night at the a la carte in restaurant and the desserts in restaurant were exquisite and made up for the less-than-thrilling meal. Other times? Bit hit or miss. I'm still dreaming about that paella! But, I wish the service had been more attentive. There were times I felt like I was invisible.
I did, however, enjoy having a Bottle of water brought to my room. The details matter, people, and a cold bottle of water after a long day is a simple pleasure. They also offer Room service [24-hour], a lifesaver, but the menu was limited at times. The convenience of it all was fantastic, of course.
Room Service and Amenities: A Mixed Bag
My room? Okay, let's dissect this. Available in all rooms: Air conditioning? Check. Air conditioning in public area? Double-check. Free Wi-Fi? Nope, sorry folks. You get Internet (and Internet [LAN]), but not free everywhere. It was a bit of a bummer.
The rooms sanitized between stays – a huge plus! And I appreciated the room sanitization opt-out option to be more eco-friendly. The non-smoking rooms were a blessing. The daily housekeeping was excellent; my room was always spotless.
I had a decent desk for “work,” a coffee/tea maker, and the mini bar was stocked (surprise, surprise!). The safe box was handy. But the lighting? Awful. Way too dim. I'm talking "can barely read in bed" dim. And the internet access – wireless was spotty.
And the pillows! Ugh. Let's just say I didn't sleep perfectly.
Cleanliness and Safety: High Marks, Thankfully!
This is where El Mirador really shines, blessedly! The daily disinfection in common areas made me feel genuinely safe. They clearly took the pandemic seriously. I saw hand sanitizer everywhere, and the staff were masked and took appropriate precautions. I also appreciated the presence of a First aid kit, doctor/nurse on call, and Safety/security feature in place, like Smoke alarms. The smoke detectors are a very nice touch if not a requirement.
Services and Conveniences: The Good, the Bad, and the… Souvenir Shop?
They had a Concierge, but I didn't find them hugely helpful. The luggage storage was useful, and the laundry service was decent, but pricey, as always! A Convenience store was available, which can be very helpful. There's also a Gift/souvenir shop, but honestly, it was a bit… meh.
For the Kids (And the Kid in Everyone!):
I didn't travel with children, but El Mirador seemed reasonably family/child friendly. They offered a babysitting service and Kids facilities.
The Quirks and the Gripes
Okay, here's where the real imperfections come in!
- Lack of Clear Direction: The layout could be confusing. I got lost. A lot. Signage was haphazard and inconsistent.
- **The "Happy Hour" Con: ** The happy hour at the bar promised cheap drinks, which was true… but I swear the bartenders seemed to disappear when I tried to order! Frustrating.
- The "Views" That Weren't Quite: While the photos promised panoramic vistas, some rooms offered less impressive views (like the back of the service elevator).
- The “Meetings” that Weren’t: I didn't attend any Meetings but it seemed like they have some event space available.
The Big Picture: Would I Return?
This is the million-dollar question.
Yes, BUT…
I’d go back, but knowing what I know now. It's a beautiful place with a lot to offer, but definitely not without its flaws. The location is spectacular, and the spa is a dream. However, the accessibility issues are a real concern, and some of the service could be improved. I would definitely scrutinize room options carefully!
So, Unbelievable Luxury? It's a stretch, but it does have moments of pure magic. Just go in with your eyes wide open, do your research, and pack a good book. And maybe bring your own pillow.
Escape to Paradise: Sauna & Forest Views in Your Oostkapelle Cozy House
Okay, buckle up, because this isn't your grandma's itinerary! We're talking raw, unfiltered Benidorm sunshine with a side of existential dread. My trip to El Mirador in Alhaurin el Grande, Spain, as booked through Belvilla by OYO? Let's see if it actually mirrors my expectations or just my rapidly dissolving sanity.
Operation: Sun, Sangria, and Slight Panic (Alhaurin el Grande – Belvilla by OYO)
Day 1: Arrival and the Great Unpacking Debacle (and Maybe a Cry)
Morning (ish): Arrive at Malaga Airport (AGP). God, the chaos! Budget airline baggage handling is a contact sport. Found myself wrestling a suspiciously large flamingo pool floatie with a woman who clearly had this planned years ago. Made it through, though! Victory.
Afternoon: The drive to Alhaurin el Grande. Actually, the drive was beautiful. Rolling hills, olive groves…then the satnav, bless its cold, digital heart, took us on a "scenic route" that involved a goat, a near-death experience on a hairpin bend, and a desperate plea to the car's air conditioning to maintain some semblance of composure.
Late Afternoon/Early Evening: Arrived at El Mirador. The Belvilla photos… well, they're clearly touched up. It's charming, rustic…and maybe a little bit too rustic? The key safe code took about thirty minutes, five failed attempts a mumbled curse word or two, and I finally opened the door. I would have taken a photo of my face at this point, but I was starting to look like my passport photo had an unfortunate run-in with a washing machine.
Evening: The Great Unpacking. This is always a disaster. Never have enough hangers. Always pack too many shoes. Currently wrestling with a suitcase that seems to weigh more than my cat. Found the bottle of Rioja I’d been saving for this moment. Took a gigantic gulp straight from the bottle. Starting to think this could be a good trip after all!
Night: Staggered down to the local supermarket. Stumbled upon a 'mercado' with the friendliest Spanish woman I have ever met. She basically adopted me, fed me samples of chorizo, and made me promise to come back to get fresh bread in the morning. Honestly, after the baggage fight and all the stress, the sample of chorizo tasted like heaven.
Day 2: Hiking and Hangry-ness
- Morning: That promise of fresh bread? Got it. So freaking delicious. Fueled by carby goodness, we attempted a local hike. "Easy route," the guide said. Lies. All lies. It was "easy" for a mountain goat maybe. My lungs were begging for mercy. My legs cried out. We saw the most incredible views, though. Worth it…probably.
- Afternoon: Lunch at a local tapas bar. Ordered "patatas bravas." Thought I was getting innocent fried potatoes. Nope. Spicy little devils that had me reaching for the rapidly emptying water glass. Still, delicious. And the waiter? Cute. Perhaps this trip is starting to hit its stride.
- Late Afternoon: Naps are a necessity. Possibly the only thing holding me together. Woke up feeling the vague sense of impending doom that always follows a nap.
- Evening: Decided to cook "at home." (Meaning, in the kitchen that's slightly too small and has appliances that are older than me.) The oven wasn't working properly. Turns out "rustic charm" sometimes means "fully dysfunctional." Pasta with jarred pesto it is. The pesto was probably older than me, too, but when you're hungry, its the only thing that matters
- Night: Staring at the stars. Wondering if I'll make it through the next day. The light pollution is minimal here. Truly beautiful… until a moth flew directly into my eye. And then I was back to the existential dread.
Day 3: Markets, Monastery's, and Existential Crud
- Morning: Headed to the weekly market in Alhaurin el Grande. The colours! The smells! The sheer bustle! Got lost in the crowd, nearly bought a ceramic donkey (questioning my purchasing decisions, I think), and finally managed to find some olives. Pure bliss.
- Afternoon: The Monastery in town. The sheer history of this place felt awe-inspiring. The architecture! The serenity! Sigh. It was stunning. I, however, immediately got an overwhelming urge to start an online shop dedicated to gothic furniture. (Note to self: avoid the internet.) After the monastery, I walked back to the villa because I needed a break. I took a nap, again.
- Evening: Went for a walk. Stumbled upon a local 'fiesta'. The music, the dancing, the sheer joy of the people… it actually made me smile. Maybe, just maybe, this trip isn't going to kill me. Maybe Spain is kind of… amazing.
- Night: Back at the villa, writing this, drinking the rest of the Rioja (probably should have paced myself). Reflecting. This is where I'm supposed to get profound. The truth? I'm tired. I'm happy. I’m sunburned, and I might need a nap. Tomorrow? I’ll face it. One paella-fueled step at a time.
Day 4: Flamenco Dancing, and the Unexpected
- Morning: Attempted to swim in the pool. Apparently, "chilly" is a euphemism for "arctic." Spent approximately five seconds in the water, before leaping back out. Sunbathing it is.
- Afternoon: Drove to a nearby town to see "authentic Flamenco". The dancing! The music! Wow. It was raw, passionate, and utterly captivating. Even the surly waiter cracked a smile.
- Late Afternoon: Got completely lost driving back to the villa. The satnav, once again, led us down a road that would make Indiana Jones weep. Resorted to screaming at the car's air conditioning. Did manage to find a stunning viewpoint, though, so, a win?
- Evening: Found a random beach bar, ate tapas. Had a chat with a local old man who told me all about his life. Turns out, he's seen more of the world than I will in my lifetime. He brought me a drink, which, was apparently… very strong. The world, is suddenly, a little brighter.
- Night: Back at the villa. Listening to music and falling asleep. My head is heavy, the sheets are fresh. I'm happy.
Day 5: Departure and the Aftermath (aka Regret)
- Morning: The dreaded packing. Why does everything get messier every day? How did I accumulate so much? Found a forgotten packet of biscuits – bonus!
- Afternoon: The drive to the airport. Actually went pretty smoothly. The car behaved. Even the air conditioning held up.
- Late Afternoon: Saying goodbye. Goodbye to the sun and sand, the food and the freedom. But, that means the arrival of the memories. What can I say? The trip was all these and more. I already miss it.
- Evening: Back home. The silence is deafening. The house is too clean. I miss the chaos. Most of all, I miss the Spanish chorizo.
- Night: Staring at the photos. Already planning the next trip. Because even with the chaos, the panic, the existential dread…Spain, you magnificent beast, stole my heart. And I can't wait to get it back.
Important Note: This itinerary is a work in progress, just like my life. Adjustments may be made. Tears may be shed. More chorizo may be consumed. Stay tuned, and wish me luck!
Escape to Paradise: Stunning Kattendijke Holiday Home with HUGE Terrace!
Um... Okay, So You Think You Can Handle El Mirador? (FAQ - Kinda)
1. What *even* is El Mirador? Like, seriously, is it just... a house?
Okay, deep breaths. El Mirador, according to the Belvilla folks (and I’m taking their word for it, mostly), is a luxury villa in Spain. And yeah, it's kinda a house. But imagine a house that's been sprinkled with fairy dust, then had a Spanish chef’s kiss added for good measure. Think: "Okay, so I *could* be doing laundry... or I could be lounging by the infinity pool, staring out at the Mediterranean Sea and pretending I’m a Bond villain. Tough call, really."
Honestly, before I went, I was picturing… well, a slightly fancier Airbnb. Boy, was I wrong. This place is a whole experience. A glorious, sunburn-inducing, tapas-fueled experience. Bring your sunscreen, trust me. And maybe a lawyer (kidding… mostly).
2. And the Location? Like, is it... *actually* near anything interesting? Or am I just stuck in a fancy box?
Depends on your definition of "interesting"! It's near the Costa Brava, which means… beaches. Glorious, sun-drenched, Instagram-worthy beaches. I spent an embarrassing amount of time perfecting my 'effortlessly chic beach pose' – spoiler alert, it’s harder than it looks. There are also charming little towns nearby, the kind where you can wander around, get lost (in a good way!), and accidentally stumble upon the best paella you’ve ever tasted.
Okay, confession. My GPS took me on a *detour* the first day. I swear, it routed me through a goat farm at one point. The goats were… judgmental. But the payoff? Phenomenal views of the mountains. So, yeah, it's near interesting stuff. Just… maybe double-check your map app.
3. Tell me about the pool! Is it *really* as ridiculously amazing as the pictures? (Because, let's be honest, sometimes those photos are a lie.)
The pool. Oh, the pool! The pictures? They don't even BEGIN to do it justice. Honestly, the pictures look good, don't get me wrong, but they don't show you how the water feels, how the sun warms your skin. It's an infinity pool, right? So it merges into the horizon. Like you can *swim* into the sea! (You can't, obviously, but your brain *thinks* you can.)
I spent a solid three hours just… floating. Maybe I dozed off. I wouldn’t be surprised if I drooled a little. Don't judge. Pure bliss. The first day I got there, I thought I'd have a quick dip. Four hours later, I was finally persuaded to come out by the promise of jamón ibérico. (Priorities, people!) The pool is a game-changer. Actually, it’s *the* game. The whole reason you book the place.
4. What about the kitchen? I like to cook (or, you know, *attempt* to cook). Is it well-equipped?
Okay, so I’m not exactly a Michelin-star chef. My culinary skills peaked with microwave popcorn. But, even *I* felt like a gourmet god in that kitchen! It’s… everything. Stainless steel galore. Fancy gadgets I didn’t even know existed. Seriously, there was a juicer thing that could practically make diamonds. (Metaphorically, of course. I tried. It didn’t work.)
The worst part? I actually *enjoyed* cooking! I mean, I burned the first attempt at a tortilla (oops), but hey, practice makes perfect. Or at least, practice makes less-burnt-stuff. You'll be fine, the cookware is top-notch. Just... be careful, okay? I had to make a frantic call to customer service (who were super helpful) after I set off the smoke alarm. Twice.
5. Is it family-friendly? Because my kids… well, let's just say they're a bit rambunctious.
Yes! And no. Depends on how rambunctious. I would say that because of the pool, constant parental supervision will be required, but that's normal with any vacation house with a pool. The villa itself is pretty darn spacious. Lots of room for kids to (safely) run around and burn off energy. The grounds are beautiful, but they might be less so after your little terrors get their hands on them.
They didn't mention specifically a kids' club, so don't expect that. But on the other hand, my kids were *so* well behaved. Like, suspiciously well-behaved. Maybe it was the sheer awe of the place. Maybe it was the unlimited ice cream. Or maybe they were afraid of the (admittedly stunning) artwork.
6. Is there Wi-Fi? Because, you know, #VacationLife requires constant Instagram updates.
Yes! And it’s pretty darn good. Fast enough to stream, upload your envy-inducing holiday snaps, and annoy your friends with your constant "look at me, I'm in paradise!" posts. I may have done that a *lot*. No regrets.
However… there’s a part of me that secretly hoped the Wi-Fi would be terrible. To force me to disconnect. To actually *enjoy* the moment. But, hey, I'm a creature of habit. So, yeah, strong Wi-Fi. You're welcome.
7. What’s the deal with the staff? Is there a butler? Do I have to tip them? (Ugh, tipping.)
It depends on what services you hire. There are options for housekeeping, chefs, etc. But no, not like a butler, Jeeves-style. (Although, how amazing would *that* be?) We had housekeeping, and they were INCREDIBLE. The place was spotless every day.
Tipping? Standard practice, like everywhere. I followed the general guidelines (looked it up online, because I'm clueless with social etiquette). It felt good to reward their hard work. They’re lovely. You’ll probably want to tip them. Prepare for it. It's worth it because the service is on another level.
8. Any downsides? Because no place is perfect, right? (Tell me the truth!)
