Escape to Paradise: Your Dream Perugia Farmhouse Awaits!
Escape to Paradise: Your Dream Perugia Farmhouse Awaits! - A Review That Actually Feels Real…
Alright, let's be honest, the words "dream Perugia farmhouse" are enough to make me start Googling flights. And the marketing for "Escape to Paradise" promises just that. But does this place, nestled in the heart of Umbria, Italy, actually deliver? Buckle up, buttercups, 'cause I'm gonna spill the tea. Let's dive in – and I'll probably get slightly side-tracked along the way, because, well, Italy!
First Impressions (and the Road to… Well, Paradise):
Okay, the "getting there" part. Accessibility is always a biggie for me. Thankfully, Escape to Paradise offers airport transfer – thank goodness! Because navigating Italian roads (especially in a rental) after a trans-Atlantic flight? No thanks. I'm not sure how well it caters to anyone with serious mobility issues, though, but I'll touch on that later. They also have car park [free of charge] - score! And, they supposedly have a car power charging station - which I didn't see but am willing to believe that this is an option at some point.
The approach to the farmhouse? Breathtaking. Rolling hills, vineyards stretching to the horizon, and the air… ahhh. You can almost taste the sunshine. It had a terrace and a shrine. The whole place just screams "escape the city."
The Room (and My Love Affair with the Bathtub):
My room? Divine. Let's start with the essentials: air conditioning, free Wi-Fi, Wi-Fi access in all rooms (important for insta-worthy sunset snaps!). Then there’s a desk (for pretending I was working, mostly for taking notes) and a seating area, perfect for sipping wine and plotting world domination. I had a private bathroom with a separate shower/bathtub. Okay, confession time: I'm a sucker for a good bathtub. And this was a good one. I spent a shameful amount of time luxuriating in there with the provided bathrobes and those fluffy towels. Added bonus: the window that opens – let in the fresh Umbrian air.
And Internet access – wireless and Internet access – LAN – although, honestly, I mostly used the Wi-Fi.
The room also had a refrigerator (hello, emergency prosecco!) and a coffee/tea maker – crucial for surviving the early morning sunrise. They also had complimentary tea. The reading light was perfect for late-night novel-binging. I mean, they have slippers, and a scale. I saw things to improve on like the tiny closet, and the absence of the mirror beside the main one, but these are minor details to what is otherwise a very well designed room.
The Dreamweaver of a Spa:
Okay, I'm a spa snob. I admit it. And Escape to Paradise's Spa? Wow. They have the standard stuff like a sauna, a steamroom, and a massage. But, they ramped it up with body scrub and body wrap. I booked a massage and all I can say is… swoon. It was pure bliss. They also have a pool with view. I swear, I could see the stress melting away from my shoulders. The views from the swimming pool [outdoor] were phenomenal, too.
Dining, Glorious Dining (and My Carb Overload):
Food in Italy? Need I say more? Escape to Paradise doesn't disappoint. The restaurants offer a range of options. The obvious choice is the A la carte in restaurant, but they had a Breakfast [buffet] and a Buffet in restaurant for breakfast, which had a very, very good Asian breakfast. There's a bar and a Poolside bar – perfect for aperitivo hour. The coffee shop was a godsend. The desserts in restaurant and the salad in restaurant were to die for.
The Asian cuisine in restaurant was also a treat. They also offer a Vegetarian restaurant, plus a Western cuisine in restaurant and a Western breakfast. They had options for Alternative meal arrangements and you could also get Room service [24-hour] - I might have, on occasion, enjoyed a midnight snack. I indulged in the Happy hour.
What About the Kids? (And My Inner Child):
I didn't have any kids with me, but they seemed pretty well catered for. They had Family/child friendly options, including Kids meal and Babysitting service. There was even a Kids facilities.
Cleanliness and Safety (Because, You Know, Reality):
Look, post-pandemic, this stuff is a must. Escape to Paradise takes it seriously. There are Anti-viral cleaning products, Hand sanitizer everywhere, and the staff follows strict Hygiene certification protocols. They really did a good job. They had Staff trained in safety protocol, and Rooms sanitized between stays. There was Daily disinfection in common areas, and Sanitized kitchen and tableware items.
The Nitty-Gritty – Services and Conveniences (Because Life Happens):
They’ve got a whole host of services. There is Daily housekeeping, a Concierge, Doorman, plus Dry cleaning, Ironing service, and Laundry service. There's a currency exchange as well as a cash withdrawal service. They have a Meeting/banquet facilities, and a Business facilities with a Xerox/fax in business center. The Gift/souvenir shop was an easy way to buy some gifts. They also offer Food delivery.
Getting Around (Because You'll Want To):
Taxi service is available, and they have Car park [free of charge] and Car park [on-site]. Perfect for exploring the region. They also had Valet parking – for the fancy folks. They seemed to have a Bicycle parking as well as allowing Pets allowed unavailable
Things to Do (Besides Eating and Napping):
Okay, aside from the spa, pool, and eating (which, let's be honest, is about 80% of the attraction), there's plenty to do. The Things to do include the Fitness center, the Foot bath, and the Gym/fitness. I didn't go to any events, but there were Audio-visual equipment for special events, Indoor venue for special events, Outdoor venue for special events, and Wi-Fi for special events.
My Verdict (and That "Dream" Question):
Did Escape to Paradise live up to the hype? For the most part, yes. The setting is utterly idyllic, the rooms are comfortable, and the spa… well, I'd live there if I could. The food is fantastic. The service is friendly and efficient.
However…
I'm not going to pretend this is perfect. The Accessibility could be improved. While I'm not personally disabled, I can see some navigating challenges. The staff's hospitality, though, made me feel welcome, despite the imperfections.
My Honest Recommendation:
Escape to Paradise is a truly special place. It's a place where you can disconnect, recharge, and reconnect with the simple pleasures of life: good food, good wine, and breathtaking views. If you're looking for a romantic getaway, a solo retreat, or just a chance to escape the daily grind, book it. Just be prepared to fall in love with Umbria (and maybe the bathtub).
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Escape to Paradise: HR Hotel & Spa, Sorrento's Hidden Gem
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because we're about to dive headfirst into a week in Perugia… well, more like a week around a farmhouse in Perugia. My Italian dream, you see, was this: rolling hills, sun-drenched vineyards, a rustic kitchen… and me, trying to not set the whole damn place on fire. Let's be honest.
Perugia Farmhouse Fiasco: A Week of Olive Oil Dreams & Existential Pasta Crisis
Day 1: Arrival & "Lost in Translation" Luncheon
Morning: Landed in Rome. Took the train to Perugia. A train! Not a sleek express, mind you. More like a rumbling, slightly bewildered metal beast. I think it judged my luggage. Also was the stress of traveling a lot. That's a lot to take in.
Afternoon: Found the farmhouse (eventually). GPS got a little… creative with the directions. Ended up on a "scenic route" that involved gravel roads and a close encounter with a gaggle of very judgmental geese. The farmhouse itself? Gorgeous. Utterly charming. Until I realized I couldn't figure out how to turn on the water heater. It was a race between shower-time and the darkness of the evening.
Evening: Settled in with the owners, who were absolutely lovely. Offered me a "light snack". Turned out to be a feast. Antipasto, pasta (homemade, naturally), a mountain of cheese, and a lovely red wine that tasted like sunshine. The dialect? Completely lost on me. The food? Divine. Ended up feeling like I ate more than I should have.
Ramble Alert: That pasta… oh, the pasta. So simple, yet so perfect. I swear, it was like a hug from a nonna I never had. Made me start wondering if I might be destined for a life of pasta-making… probably not. I'd probably burn the water making the pasta too.
Day 2: Cooking Class & The Great Olive Oil Revelation
Morning: Went to a local cooking class I booked. Our instructor, this tiny, fiery Italian woman named Sofia, looked at me like I was the pasta, ready to be rolled. First time eating actual pizza. I learned how to make pici (thick spaghetti-like pasta, the kind that makes you want to weep with joy). Turns out it really isn't that easy to make a consistent pasta shape and I might be better off ordering it.
Afternoon: This is where the messiness really started. Visited the agriturismo and the olive grove. The owner, with a twinkle in his eye, poured me a glass of his freshly pressed olive oil. Honestly? mind blown. Like, I'd been using olive oil my entire life, but this… this was next level. It was green, peppery, and tasted like sunshine bottled.
Evening: Back at the farmhouse, made a disastrous attempt at replicating Sofia's pici. Let's just say, it was… educational. Mostly in the "what not to do" category. Ate it anyway. With copious amounts of that magical olive oil. My taste buds were not disappointed.
Emotional Breakdown: That olive oil… it was almost… spiritual. Like, I momentarily considered ditching my life back home and moving to Perugia to become an olive oil sommelier. I mean, what a life, right? Sipping olive oil all day. Probably a huge amount of money. Sigh.
Day 3: Assisi Pilgrimage & the Search for a Decent Cappuccino
Morning: Day Trip to Assisi. It was beautiful, I think. Okay, it was undeniably beautiful. The Basilica of St. Francis. The frescoes. The sheer history seeping from every stone. It was a bit overwhelming (and very crowded). Found an English speaking guide.
Afternoon: The Cappuccino Hunt. This became an obsession. I'm a coffee snob, I admit it. Ended up trying at least five different cafes in Assisi (and failing to speak italian, but managed) each with varying degrees of success. One was truly awful, like dishwater. Another was… acceptable. The search continues.
Evening: Back at the farmhouse, ate a simple meal of fresh bread, that divine olive oil, and some local cheese. Decided to take a walk under the stars and enjoy the silence, something you don't always get in big cities.
Quirky Observation: Italians love their coffee. And they take it seriously. I felt like I was being judged by the entire town of Assisi for my cappuccino preferences. It was like a coffee-drinking version of going to the DMV.
Day 4: Perugia Town & The Lost Wallet Incident
Morning: Went to Perugia. Absolutely beautiful, of course. Explored the old town, the views, the museums. Went to the Rocca Paolina, the beautiful fortress.
Afternoon: Uh oh. Wallet vanished. Panic ensued. Cue the frantic calls to everyone. retracing all my steps, and almost giving up on life. Felt like I was in a bad movie. Turns out, I left it at a cafe. Italian people are wonderful. What a relief.
Evening: Celebrating my (and my wallet's) survival. Had dinner at a trattoria. Ate some amazing pasta, and some wine. Watched the sunset that evening.
Strong Emotional Reaction: That wallet thing? Scary. Seriously. It taught me a valuable lesson about being more careful (and possibly, being less of a scatterbrain).
Day 5: Wine Tasting & The Case of the Disappearing Socks
Morning: Wine tasting at a local winery. The wines were… interesting. A bit too tannic for my taste, but the views! Oh, the views. Rolling hills, vineyards stretching as far as the eye could see. They were beautiful, and I was content.
Afternoon: Started doing laundry. And my socks disappeared. I swear. Where did they go? Did the washing machine eat them? Is there a sock monster lurking in the farmhouse?
Evening: Made some dinner (finally the last night.) Drank whatever wine was left, pondered the mysteries of the missing socks, and watched the sunset. Beautiful.
Messier Structure: This whole trip was a series of moments, a mixture of beautiful and mundane. And socks. So many socks.
Day 6: Medieval Town of Gubbio & the "Perfect" Pizza
Morning: A day trip to Gubbio was the plan for the day. Another lovely town, much less crowded than Assisi. Took in the sights, the views, and the history.
Afternoon: Found the perfect pizza! Honestly, after all the pasta, the cappuccinos, this pizza hit the spot. Crispy crust, simple toppings, perfect balance between cheese, tomato, and basil. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated joy.
Evening: Went to bed early and packed.
Doubling Down on Experience: Okay, that pizza… I'm still dreaming about it. It restored my faith in the simple things in life. Good food is a powerful thing, okay?
Day 7: Farewell & The Seeds of a Return
Morning: Checked out of the farmhouse. Goodbye, beautiful olive oil! Goodbye, questionable pici! Goodbye, missing socks! Goodbye, the sun! The train station was much more crowded though. I wanted to stay much longer.
Afternoon: The train, the flight, and the inevitable post-travel blues set in.
Evening: I'm already planning my return. Because Italy… it gets under your skin. And I'm fairly certain, I'm leaving a piece of my heart there.
Opinionated Language: This trip was a hot mess, in terms of organization, but it was also the best kind of mess. It was real. It was chaotic. It was full of good food, beautiful views, and the occasional (and unavoidable) disaster. And I wouldn't change a thing. Brava, Perugia. Until next time.
Escape to Paradise: Your Dream Perugia Farmhouse Awaits! – FAQs (Because, Seriously, You'll Need Them)
Okay, Okay, So What *Exactly* Makes This "Paradise"? Is it Just the Marketing?
Alright, let's be real. "Paradise" is a strong word. I mean, I've seen paradise, and sometimes it involved lukewarm beer and questionable beach hygiene in Thailand. *This* paradise? It's the *potential* for it. Picture this: you, a ridiculously charming old farmhouse in Perugia, Italy. Rolling hills, olive groves, the kind of view that makes you want to spontaneously write a sonnet (even if you haven't written a poem since that awkward haiku assignment in 7th grade).
The marketing? Yeah, it's got a bit of sparkle, but trust me, the reality… it's better. I mean, the pictures *don't* fully capture the smell of fresh-baked bread wafting from the neighbor's house at 7 AM, or the absolute silence at night, broken only by the sound of crickets and maybe a very excited owl (happened to me, freaked me out at first, then became kinda comforting). It's not perfect. You'll probably find a cobweb or two, and the Wi-Fi? Let's just say it has an Italian sense of timing. But the *feeling*? That's the paradise part. That "I can breathe" exhale you'll have after a week.
Is it REALLY secluded? Like, can I actually avoid people? (Asking for a friend… who's me).
Seclusion is, shall we say, *relative*. Think of it this way: you're not locked in a cave. You're not *alone*, alone. There are likely some friendly neighbors around (who may or may not speak any English, making charades VERY interesting). You'll need to go into town for groceries. But it’s not like living smack in the middle of, say, Times Square.
My experience? First trip, I was *convinced* I’d become a hermit. Then, the power went out. (Happens. Murphy's Law and Italy go way back). Luckily, the neighbor, Signora Rossi, was a whirlwind of a woman with a surprisingly strong grip and a bottle of homemade grappa that could curdle steel. We ended up communicating mostly through hand gestures and exaggerated facial expressions, but *somehow* she fixed it. So, yeah, secluded-ish, but with a built-in support system of charming, slightly mysterious locals. Embrace it! And maybe learn a few basic Italian phrases, like "Where is the electricity?"
What's the deal with the kitchen? Is it modern, or do I need to bring an axe to chop firewood?
The kitchen... Ah, the kitchen. It's *usually* equipped, meaning you won't need to build a campfire to boil water. But "equipped" and "state-of-the-art" are two different things. Expect a charming mix of old and new. Think: potentially a gas stove, a slightly temperamental oven that might require a prayer and a bribe (kidding… mostly), and definitely some pots and pans. You'll probably have a fridge, thank goodness.
The first time I visited, bless my heart, I envisioned myself whipping up gourmet Italian feasts. Reality check: I spent half a day figuring out the stove. The oven? It had a personality of its own. Let’s just say my first attempt at ravioli involved some serious smoke, a near-meltdown, and a strategically placed bottle of wine. Pack some kitchen essentials (a good knife, maybe your favorite spices), and be prepared to embrace the rustic. It's part of the charm, honestly. Plus, at least there's usually a decent espresso machine, right?
Okay, so the "rustic charm" sounds like code for "no air conditioning." Is that right?
Alright, let's cut to the chase: air conditioning is not a given. Depending on the farmhouse, you might find it, you might not. Plan accordingly. I remember one particularly brutal summer, I stayed in a place with nary a whisper of a cool breeze in sight. I thought I was going to melt. Seriously. I spent most of the afternoons strategically camped out in the shade, armed with a ridiculous number of ice packs and a well-worn copy of "Eat, Pray, Love" (ironically).
If AC is a deal-breaker, ask about it *before* you book. If it's not, prepare for some strategic planning. Thick walls help (they provide much-needed insulation). Open windows at night (with mosquito nets - trust me). Embrace the siesta! And maybe bring a small portable fan, just in case. This is Italy, after all. Part of the experience is dealing with imperfect conditions, and sometimes that means embracing the heat. And the sweat. And the constant thirst. Still, it's worth it.
What about Wi-Fi? Is it reliable? Because, let's be honest, I'm addicted to my phone. (Don't judge me).
Wi-Fi…Ah, the modern curse. Yes, there's *likely* Wi-Fi. But "reliable" is… well, it's a relative term. Expect it to have an Italian sense of humor. Sometimes it'll be blazing fast. Other times… well, you'll be staring at a buffering screen for long enough to develop a deep appreciation for the art of waiting.
My advice? Embrace the digital detox. Pretend you're living in the 90s (remember those, kids?). Carry cash (because ATMs might also be… temperamental). Download your maps and entertainment in advance. Maybe consider this a vacation from your phone, not just a vacation. And if you *absolutely* need to be connected, ask about the Wi-Fi situation before you book. I learned that lesson the hard way, sitting on a balcony in the pouring rain, trying desperately to Zoom call my boss. Let's just say I didn't win the prize for Employee of the Month that time.
Are there any hidden costs I should know about? Like, a secret olive oil tax?
Hidden costs… you know, the things that sneak up on you. The sneaky little "gotchas" that can make your "dream vacation" feel more like a budget-busting nightmare. Okay, there's no olive oil tax *per se* (though you might be tempted to buy ALL the olive oil). But here are a few things to keep in mind:
First, utilities! Some places include them, some don't. Always check the fine print. If they're not included, you might find yourself paying extra for electricity, water, and *possibly* even gas (which you'll need for the stove, probably). Next, consider a cleaning fee: You'll likely pay for cleaning, either as part of the booking price or you'll need to clean the farmhouse yourself before leaving. Then there's the tourist tax, sometimes levied by the local comune. Some places have a refundable security deposit. And finally, transportation! If you're renting a car (highly recommended!), factor in gas prices (which are, well, not cheap). And parking – especially in charming little towns – can be a challenge (Book Hotels Now
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