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Escape to Paradise: Locanda Dell'Angelo - My Honesto-Messy Review (Spoiler: It's Good, Mostly)
Okay, folks, buckle up, because I'm about to spill the tea (and maybe a little Limoncello) on my recent trip to Locanda Dell'Angelo in Italy. Forget those perfectly polished travel blogs, this is the real deal, warts and all. And, let's be honest, sometimes the warts are the most interesting part.
First Impressions (and a Few Minor Hurdles):
Finding Locanda Dell'Angelo wasn't exactly a breeze. My GPS, bless its digital heart, clearly hadn’t factored in Italian cobblestone streets. We got gloriously lost, twice. But hey, "getting lost" in Italy pretty much is the experience, right? And the second we saw the Locanda's gorgeous facade, bathed in the Tuscan sun, all grumbles turned into "Oooohs" and "Aaaahs."
Checking In & Accessibility (A Slight Hiccup, Honestly):
The lobby, despite being lovely, threw me for loop. Accessibility… well, it's mostly there. There's an elevator, which is a huge plus. The front desk is 24-hour, which is comforting, and the staff are genuinely sweet. However, navigating some of the common areas with a wheelchair might be a bit tricky. I saw facilities for disabled guests, but I'm not sure how extensive they are. Double check before you book, especially if full wheelchair accessibility is crucial to your dream vacation. I'd give it a cautious thumbs up, and would have loved a more detailed review from the hotel to give me a clear idea. This could easily be improved!
The Rooms: My Sanctuary or… Was it?
We stayed in a non-smoking, I believe, with a window that opens (thank goodness!), providing an amazing view. Inside? Gorgeous. Super clean. The Air conditioning worked (crucial in July!). You get the usual suspects - hair dryer, mini bar, in-room safe, and a private bathroom. Ah, and I must declare a love for the bathrobes - I practically lived in it. My room got a big thumbs up! One small complaint? The sofa had seen better days and was a little uncomfy after a long day.
Internet - Blessedly Reliable! (Mostly)
The Free Wi-Fi in all rooms was a godsend! It's so great to stay connected, especially with the internet access – wireless. I also appreciated the Internet access – LAN option. For those who want to stay connected, Locanda Dell'Angelo will do you pretty well.
Dining, Drinking, and General Glorious Food Coma…
This is where Locanda Dell'Angelo really shines. Seriously, prepare for a food coma.
- Restaurants: Yes. Plural. There's a main restaurant with a buffet in restaurant for breakfast and delicious dinners, an Asian cuisine in restaurant you can try, and even a tempting poolside bar.
- Breakfast: The Asian breakfast, yes, and the Western breakfast are absolutely the best. It's a feast. I was particularly obsessed with the fresh, warm croissants.
- Dinner: The A la carte in restaurant dinner was exceptional. Don't skip the pasta. I am still dreaming about it. The alternative meal arrangement option is also very useful if you have dietary requirements.
- Drinks: Oh, the drinks! They have a fantastic bar with a good selection of wines and cocktails. The Happy hour was a great way to unwind after a day of exploring. And for the room service, I loved the bottle of water delivered to my table.
The Spa: A Little Slice of Heaven (My Biggest Obsession!)
Okay, listen up. This is where my soul went on vacation. This is my all-time-favorite experience:
I spent an entire afternoon in the spa, and… wow. I had a massage that was so good, I almost fell asleep mid-knead (a good sign, right?). Then, I was utterly spoiled with a Body scrub and Body wrap that left me feeling like a brand new human being. Afterwards, I was able to plunge into the swimming pool with a view that was just incredible. They had a Spa/sauna, a Steamroom, and a foot bath that completely melted away any stress. It was pure bliss. I need to go back now.
Things to Do (Besides Eating & Spa-ing):
- Pool: They have a lovely swimming pool [outdoor]. The Pool with view adds to the ambiance.
- Gym/fitness: A decent Fitness center and Gym/fitness are available for those who need to burn off all those croissants (guilty!).
- For the Kids: Family/child friendly, with babysitting service and kids facilities.
- Things to do : The concierge can help you to get around. The hotel also has a lot of outdoor venue for special events.
Cleanliness & Safety (Reassuringly Thorough):
They take hygiene seriously. The Anti-viral cleaning products and Daily disinfection in common areas gave me peace of mind. I would say it's pretty safe, and the Staff trained in safety protocol are ready to assist. The Rooms sanitized between stays are an example of this.
Services & Conveniences (They've Thought of Everything):
- Concierge: The concierge was incredibly helpful—arranging taxis, making dinner reservations, etc.
- Business Facilities: They have business facilities including Xerox/fax in business center.
- Laundry & More: Laundry service, dry cleaning, and daily housekeeping.
- Other: The gift/souvenir shop is great for picking up little trinkets to remember your trip.
A Little Rambling About Imperfections
Look, no place is perfect. I wish the coffee shop stayed open later. I wish the desk in my room had better lighting. And honestly, I could’ve used more Limoncello. However, these tiny hiccups are truly minor.
Overall Verdict:
Locanda Dell'Angelo is a truly special place. It's got charm, amazing food, a spa that will change your life, and staff that make you feel genuinely welcome. It's not flawless (nothing is), but the positives far outweigh the negatives.
Final Thoughts and a Booking Pep Talk!
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Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because this isn't your grandma's meticulously color-coded travel itinerary. This is Locanda Dell'Angelo: The Messy, Glorious, and Possibly Wine-Fueled Adventure.
Day 1: Arrival & Accidental Truffle Hunt
- 10:00 AM: Arrive at Florence Airport (FLR). Okay, so maybe I slightly underestimated how much I could cram into that carry-on. The struggle getting through customs with a suitcase overflowing with emergency chocolate and books I'll never read is real.
- 11:30 AM: Train to Locanda Dell'Angelo (assuming I can actually decipher the train schedule…). Praying for a window seat so I can pretend I'm in a Fellini film, even if the only drama is me spilling coffee on myself.
- 2:00 PM: Check-in. Expecting charming rustic, bracing myself for… well, let's see. "Rustic charm" can be a euphemism for "dust bunnies the size of hamsters."
- 2:30 PM: The room! Okay, it’s actually charming! Exposed beams, a view that makes me want to weep (in a good way), and… a tiny, almost aggressively floral, armchair. I'm already plotting my attempt to discreetly swap it for a comfortable beanbag.
- 3:00 PM: Wander. Get lost. Get really lost. Find myself… in the forest? Apparently, there’s a truffle hunt starting right now that I totally stumbled upon. The guide, a grizzled guy named Marco, keeps calling me "Signora Stupida," which I'm pretty sure is a term of endearment in Italian.
- 7:00 PM: Truffle-infused dinner at Locanda's restaurant. The truffle… well, the truffle was an experience. Oily, earthy, and intensely flavored. I'm not sure I love it, but I respect it. I might need to lie down. Post-prandial nap? Yes, please.
Day 2: The Pasta Pilgrimage & Existential Pizza Crisis
9:00 AM: Wake up, groggy but hopeful. I’m determined to make this day… a thing. A day of Italian-ness. Starting with a coffee that doesn't taste like burnt sadness. Check.
9:30 AM: Pasta-making class! This is where my Italian fantasy truly begins. I envision myself a graceful goddess of the rolling pin, effortlessly creating perfect tagliatelle. Reality: I'm a pasta-dough-covered disaster zone. Flour everywhere. My instructor, the delightful Nonna Maria, just shakes her head and chuckles. Apparently, I'm "amusing."
1:00 PM: Lunch: The fruits of my flour-covered labor. Actually… delicious. Even the lumpy, misshapen pasta. It's a miracle!
3:00 PM: Explore the nearby town. Cobblestone streets, ancient buildings… the works. It’s gorgeous, but I can't shake this feeling of needing a pizza.
4:00 PM: Found a place that looks promising. Wait time is apparently 1 hour. Fine, it's Italy, what's another hour?
5:00 PM: Pizza! And it was… meh. Like, perfectly edible, definitely pizza, but somehow… lacking soul. The horror. I'm experiencing a deep, existential crisis, questioning my entire existence. Is this what life is? A series of imperfect pizzas? (Just kidding… but maybe?)
8:00 PM: Evening stroll, trying to find redemption after being let down by pizza. I'm looking for street musicians, or a cat, or just something to reaffirm my faith in the universe. Found a gelato shop. That's a good start.
9:00 PM: Gelato! Ok, maybe the pizza wasn't a complete loss after all.
Day 3: Wine Tasting & The Art of Doing Absolutely Nothing
- 10:00 AM: Wine tasting! Yes, please. I'm expecting to become a sommelier. Or, at the very least, vaguely aware of wine varieties.
- 10:15 AM: First wine. I'm already confused. "Earthy undertones"? "Hints of berries"? I'm pretty sure I taste… wine. But the view is still amazing.
- 12:00 PM: The wine tasting is over, but now I feel like I know NOTHING about wine. But the cheese! Oh, the cheese. I think I've found true love.
- 2:00 PM: Back at the Locanda. I've decided that today is for doing absolutely nothing. I'm going to read a book, stare at the view, and maybe, just maybe, take a nap in that aggressively floral armchair.
- 5:00 PM: The nap was successful! That chair wasn't even that bad. I even started making friends with a local cat.
- 7:00 PM: Another Locanda meal. I have to keep eating everything I can!
Day 4: Departure… and Emotional Goodbye to the Hamster-Sized Dust Bunnies
- 9:00 AM: A final breakfast. I'm already sad to leave.
- 10:00 AM: Check-out. Saying goodbye to the staff (and the incredibly friendly cat) felt strangely emotional.
- 10:30 AM: Train to Florence. Goodbye, Locanda Dell'Angelo, you strange and wonderful place. You gave me pasta, wine, and the terrifying realization that I'm not a graceful goddess of the rolling pin. You also gave me a few dust bunnies.
- 1:00 PM: Airport. I'm already dreaming of the next trip. And maybe perfecting that pasta technique… maybe.
This itinerary is… well, it's me. Messy, imperfect, and full of accidental adventures. And that, my friends, is precisely what makes it glorious. Arrivederci!
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Okay, so, "Paradise" is a big claim, even for Italy. Is this place *really* worth the hype?
Alright, alright, let's not get ahead of ourselves. "Paradise" is like… a marketing slogan, you know? It's beautiful, sure. Think rolling Tuscan hills, the smell of fresh rosemary, the kind of place where you *think* you'll forget your worries. For the first day, maybe. See, I went with my… well, let's call her "demanding" Aunt Mildred. She's got opinions on everything, starting with the proper way to fold a napkin. The first thing she said? "The pillows are too firm!" Which, you know, it's a small thing, but sets the tone. Did it feel like paradise? Parts of it! The pasta? Heavenly. The wine? Liquid sunshine. The view from the terrace? Instagram gold. But then there was the rooster who apparently decided the sun rose at 4 AM every single day. So… mixed bag. Depends on your definition of paradise, and your tolerance for early-morning poultry concerts.
What's the food situation like? Because let's be real, Italy *is* all about the food.
OMG, the food. Okay, *that* part? Probably the most genuinely paradisiacal aspect. Seriously. The Locanda has a chef who, I swear, must be a magician. He conjured the most amazing pasta dishes. One day, I had this *ravioli*… oh, the memories! Tiny pockets of cheesy goodness, bursting with flavor. Mildred, even she was impressed. She grumbled something about "a little too much garlic," but she ate every single bite. And the breakfasts! Freshly baked bread (crunchy!), fruit (sweet!), and the coffee… pure, unadulterated bliss. My advice? Don't even bother packing a diet plan. You'll need extra room in your clothes. You'll regret it if you skip a single meal (true story, the regrets are real)
Pro tip: Learn a few basic Italian phrases. Trying to explain your dietary restrictions in charades is… entertaining, but ultimately frustrating, especially when dealing with a language barrier.
Are the rooms actually nice? Or are they just "charming" (read: small and with a leaky faucet)?
Okay, so the rooms… they *are* charming. Don't get me wrong. Think rustic Tuscan vibes, exposed beams, maybe a little antique furniture. But charming doesn't always mean perfectly modern, you know? My room was… well, let's say the faucet *loved* to drip. All night. Drip...drip...drip. Mildred, bless her heart, tried to fix it with a piece of… well, I won't say. Let's just say it involved a lot of frantic hand gestures and a very confused plumber. The bed was comfy, thankfully. And the view from my window... divine. But the dripping… it was a constant, tiny annoyance. So, yes, charming, but bring earplugs. Seriously.
Another pro tip: Ask about the quietest rooms. And maybe pack a small wrench. (Just kidding... mostly).
What's there to *do* besides eat? Is there anything to see, other than the inside of a pasta bowl?
Yes! Thankfully! Although, let's be honest, I could have happily just eaten pasta for a week. But there *is* more. The Locanda is close to these adorable little towns. Think cobblestone streets, artisan shops (hello, leather bags!), and gelato shops on every corner. We went to a cooking class one day. Pure chaos. Me, Mildred, a bunch of other tourists, and a very patient Italian chef. I managed to set my apron on fire (don't judge). Mildred tried to take over the pasta-making and nearly destroyed the entire batch. It was a disaster, and absolutely hilarious. We also went wine tasting. That was less disastrous and involved a lot of giggling and slightly tipsy photos.
Things I loved: wandering the local markets, discovering hidden churches, people-watching in the piazzas. Oh, and those leather bags. Seriously. Worth it.
How accessible is this place? I have mobility issues / I’m traveling with children / I’m a clumsy oaf.
Okay, accessibility is… nuanced. It's an old building, so don't expect elevators and ramps everywhere. There are stairs. Lots of stairs. Cobblestone streets. Uneven surfaces. If you have mobility issues, you'll want to contact the Locanda directly and ask detailed questions. They seemed very accommodating when I spoke to them on the phone, but seeing is believing. Traveling with little ones? Bring a good stroller and be prepared for some bumpy rides. And if you're prone to tripping? Watch your step! Those cobblestones are sneaky. I can personally attest to this.
Important Note: The staff were very friendly and willing to help. They did their best to accommodate people, but the location is inherently challenging due to its very nature and age.
What about the staff? Are they friendly? Do they speak English? Do they judge your bad Italian?
The staff? Generally lovely. Super friendly, always smiling. Most of them spoke at least *some* English. Enough to get by, you know? They were incredibly patient with my attempts to speak Italian, which were… well, let's just say they involved a lot of pointing and gesturing. They didn't judge, thankfully. They probably heard worse from other guests. There was this one waiter, Marco, who was just… amazing. He had this incredible smile and this way of making you feel like you were the only person in the room. He even remembered my coffee order after the first day. That's service! Seriously.
My Advice: Embrace your bad Italian. Learn a few basic phrases. A smile and a "grazie" go a long way.
Okay, the verdict. Would you go back? Would you recommend it?
Okay. The big question. Would I go back? Hmm… That rooster… I’m still haunted by that rooster. But... yes, probably. Despite the dripping faucet, the early wake-up calls, and Aunt Mildred's constant pronouncements, it was a genuinely lovely experience. The food alone is worth the trip. The scenery is stunning. And the feeling of slowing down, of being away from the craziness ofHotels Blog Guide
