Escape to Paradise: Your Sun-Drenched B20 Poolside Oasis in Portugal!
Escape to Paradise: Uh… Is It Really Paradise? My Honest Review of the B20 Poolside Oasis in Portugal!
Alright, listen up, you sun-soaked dreamers! You're looking for an escape, a blissful retreat, a haven from the everyday grind, yeah? Well, "Escape to Paradise: Your Sun-Drenched B20 Poolside Oasis in Portugal!" promises all of that. And after my stay… well, let's just say it's complicated. Buckle up, buttercups, because this ain't your standard fluffy hotel review.
First off, let’s talk Accessibility. Now, I didn’t personally need wheelchair access, but I kept an eye out, and honestly, it seemed… decent. The elevator was a godsend (I'm not getting any younger, people!), and I think the facilities for disabled guests are… there. I didn't see any ramps, but hey, maybe they're cleverly disguised. Don't quote me on that. This could be improved.
Getting There & Getting Around:
Airport transfer? Check. Car park [free of charge]? Double-check. That's a win. They also have car park [on-site], so if you're paranoid about your rental being nicked, you're covered. Taxi service is available too, of course.
Where's the Wi-Fi, Man? Oh, Right, Everywhere!
Okay, this is important. Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! They weren’t kidding. Internet was consistently solid, which is a must for anyone trying to work remotely or, you know, just avoid looking directly at their family during breakfast. They even have Internet [LAN] which is for someone, I'm not sure what. Maybe IT guys? Wi-Fi in public areas was also decent. No complaints here. The Internet services were good too.
Cleanliness, Safety & The Zombie Apocalypse (Just Kidding… Mostly)
Alright, this is where things really mattered, especially post-2020, and kudos to Escape to Paradise for upping its game. Let's be real, I was a little bit obsessed with the hand sanitiser, but they did have hand sanitizer EVERYWHERE. They’ve got Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, and Rooms sanitized between stays. They've got Professional-grade sanitizing services, and Individually-wrapped food options. I liked the Cashless payment service in the restaurant.
The staff, bless their hearts, were all wearing masks and seemed genuinely dedicated to keeping guests safe. They even had Staff trained in safety protocol… seriously, I saw them wiping down door handles like their lives depended on it. This is something that you want to know.
The Rooms: My Own Private Little Prison, But a Nice One
The Air conditioning? Awesome. The Blackout curtains? Even better. I slept like a log. Non-smoking rooms were a must and thankfully, they were Non-smoking. The extra-long bed was a total game changer. I'm 6'4", and for the first time in my life, I could actually stretch out! They had the usual suspects: coffee/tea maker, a refrigerator (essential for those late-night ice cream runs), and in-room safe box. My room even had a mirror where I stared at myself more than I should have. Complimentary tea was nice.
But let's talk about the bathroom. The Additional toilet wasn't in my room, but I could see it could be great for family or guests. The Separate shower/bathtub was standard. The Bathrobes were soft, fluffy, and I wore them everywhere… almost. The Toiletries were decent. They had slippers which was a great addition.
Dining, Drinking, and the Quest for the Perfect Breakfast
Okay, let's dive into the Dining, drinking, and snacking because that's where they can really win you over! I spent a lot of time here.
First off, Breakfast [buffet] was… eh. It was there. Fine. It was… buffet-y. You know, a mix of the good, the bland, and the "what is that?" Their Asian breakfast was… interesting. The Western breakfast was more my speed. The Breakfast service was ok, but nothing to write home about. The Coffee/tea in restaurant was decent, but I’m a coffee snob, so I quickly sought out the Coffee shop. I had a couple of dinners at the Restaurants and the food was pretty good.
The Poolside bar was the place to be. The Desserts in restaurant were pretty good. I also enjoyed the Happy hour. They also had some Soup in restaurant.
I did not visit it, but they were a Vegetarian restaurant.
Things to Do, Ways to Relax & The Elusive "Pool with a View”
Alright, this is where the "Escape to Paradise" promise really gets tested. The Swimming pool [outdoor] was divine, the water was a beautiful blue. They had a Pool with view… or at least, you’d think you’d have a great view, but honestly, it was mostly other buildings. Close, but no cigar. I still mostly enjoyed it.
I didn’t get a chance to dive in to the Body scrub or Body wrap. I did not have time for relaxing Foot bath. They had a Sauna and Spa, but I didn’t check those out.
Services and Conveniences: The Perks That Make Life Easier (Or Not)
Air conditioning in public area was great! Business facilities like a Meeting/banquet facilities that was awesome, and the Meeting stationery made things easier. Facilities for disabled guests were good. Gift/souvenir shop for your last-minute panic buys of coasters. Laundry service was good, but pricey. Concierge was helpful. Doorman was friendly. Dry cleaning was also available.
For the Kids (And Anyone Who Still Feels Like One)
I don't have kids, but I saw plenty of families. They've got Babysitting service. Family/child friendly – check. Kids facilities – check.
Soundproof rooms were a total lifesaver.
The Finale: Paradise Found (or Mostly Found)
So, is Escape to Paradise truly paradise? Well, no. It's not. But is it a solid, well-run hotel with some fantastic features and a genuinely good vibe (once you've had a few poolside cocktails)? Absolutely. It's a great place to relax, soak up some sun, and escape the daily grind.
My verdict: 4 out of 5 stars. (Would be 5 if the view from the pool was truly breathtaking!)
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Escape to Paradise: Masseria Baroni Nuovi, Italy Awaits
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because planning this trip to B20 - Sun and Pool Apartment Portugal was like herding cats… only the cats were my brain cells, and they kept running off to daydream about pastel de natas. Here's the glorious, slightly chaotic, definitely not perfect itinerary:
B20 - Portugal: My Attempt at Paradise (and Probably Failing, But Lovingly)
Pre-Trip Ramblings (The Anxiety Before the Storm)
- Weeks Before: Found the apartment. Gorgeous pictures, all those Instagrammable things. Panic set in. “Did I pack enough sunscreen? Do I even *know* how to swim? What if the pool is infested with, like, giant Portuguese ants?” (My brain does this. It's a gift).
- Days Before: Spent a whole day trying to find the perfect travel pillow. Ended up buying three. Am now the proud owner of a family of travel pillows. Will probably bring them all. Just in case.
- Hours Before: My luggage is a disaster zone. Clothes everywhere, suspiciously clean socks lurking beneath a mountain of abandoned books. Will it all fit the airplane cabin? Probably not.
- Travel Companions: I'm going solo. A mixed blessing. No one to judge my questionable dance moves, but also… no one to help me if I accidentally open a portal to another dimension. (Again, brain, calm down.)
Day 1: Arrival and Almost Immediate Disaster (But with a View!)
- Morning (The Great Descent): Flight delayed. Surprise. Sat next to a guy who snored like a walrus. Managed to sleep through it all. Landing in Portugal, bliss. I'm so glad I arrived in Portugal.
- Afternoon (The Apartment, The Good, The Bad, and the Slightly Smelly): Finally arrived at B20. The view? Stunning. Absolutely breathtaking. First thought: "I could live here." Second thought: "Where's the coffee?" (Priorities). The apartment itself… well, let's call it "lived in." The photos lied a little. There was a mysterious stain on the couch, which I’m pretending is a coffee stain. And the key was a struggle. After 15 minutes of jiggling the locks, I finally got in.
- Late Afternoon (Poolside Revelation): The pool, ladies and gentlemen, is glorious. I dove in, and it was a moment of pure, untainted joy. Sun, water, a cold beer… This is what life is about. Spent way too long in the pool.
- Evening (Food Glorious Food… or Not): Local restaurant. Ordered something with fish. It looked suspiciously like it came from a fish tank. Managed to get it down, barely. Dessert: Pastel de Nata! That redeemed the entire meal.
Day 2: Exploring (and Getting Utterly Lost)
- Morning (Local Market Madness): Decided to be adventurous. Went to the local market. Got completely overwhelmed by the noise, the smells, the sheer volume of things I thought I needed to buy (olives! cheese! five different types of bread!). Ended up buying a weird, prickly fruit I don't even know how to eat. This is growing up.
- Afternoon (The Majestic Fortress… or At Least I Think So): Attempted to visit a nearby fortress. Got lost. Very lost. Wandered down alleyways, chatted with a confused old woman who spoke zero English (and my Portuguese is… well, let's just say I know how to order a beer). Finally found it. It was hot. But the view was worth it… I think. Had to navigate a terrifyingly steep drop during the return trip. Still trying to get back to the apartment.
- Evening (Attempted Sunset… and a Misunderstanding): Went to the beach for sunset. Glorious. Tried to take a picture of myself. Fell. Embarrassing. Back to the apartment, ordered takeaway. They delivered the wrong order. I now have more seafood. That's just fine by me.
Day 3: DOUBLING DOWN on the Pool and a Surprise
- Morning (POOL, Pool, POOL): Refused to move. Spent the entire morning in the pool. Just floating. Thinking about nothing. Letting the sun bake my worries into oblivion. This is the best. I love this. This is why I came. Pure bliss. Feeling like a lizard.
- Afternoon (Serendipitous Side-Street Discovery): I was drying off from my pool session when, suddenly, I heard music. It was coming from an alleyway. I walked into that alley, found a cafe, sat down and ordered a coffee. It was like stepping into a dream. I heard the music, I felt the warmth.
- Evening (Unexpected Karaoke): The cafe had a Karaoke night. Naturally, there were several, possibly drunk, locals in attendance. I knew I wasn't going to sing, but the atmosphere was intoxicating. Then, one of the locals, a woman with fire in her eyes, dragged me up. "You sing!" she commanded, and my soul just flew away from my body. I sang a rendition of "Dancing Queen." It wasn't great, but it was something real. The next memory is waking up the next morning.
Day 4: Day Trip to the Beach (and a Near Disaster)
- Morning (Drive to the Beach): Found a hidden beach, or so I thought. The drive was stressful—narrow roads, hairpin turns that made me clutch the steering wheel so hard I nearly broke a nail. Car nearly rolled. It's okay, I won't.
- Afternoon (Beach Bliss… and a Near Drowning Experience): The beach was beautiful. Golden sand, turquoise water. Perfect. Spent the afternoon swimming and soaking up the sun. Then, the waves turned a little crazy. I got caught in the swells and nearly drowned. This is when I discovered that I couldn't swim. A little shaky but okay.
- Evening (Dinner and Recovery): Back at the apartment, feeling grateful to be alive. Pizza. Bed.
Day 5: The “I Actually Did Something Tourist-y” Day
- Morning (Historical Stuff - yay?): Dragged myself to a historical landmark (something about knights and sieges - I have no idea). It was… educational? Lots of walking. My feet hurt.
- Afternoon (Shopping, Finally): Needed to buy souvenirs. Managed to find a few cute trinkets. One of them is a tiny, ridiculously overpriced ceramic rooster. No regrets.
- Evening (Farewell Dinner… and a Meltdown): Found a restaurant that, miraculously, didn't serve questionable fish. Had a lovely meal. Started to get a bit emotional, realizing the trip was coming to an end.
Day 6: The Journey Home (and the inevitable post-vacation blues)
- Morning (Goodbye, B20… and Portugal): Woke up, had one last coffee on the balcony. Gazed at the view. Felt a pang of sadness. Packed and left.
- Afternoon (Travel): The airport was a crowded mess. The flight was delayed. Again.
- Evening (Back to Reality): Back home. Tired. Sunburnt. Broke. But also… deeply, wonderfully, profoundly happy.
Post-Trip Reflections (The Aftermath)
- Things I Learned: I can survive on questionable seafood. I can't sing. I might be allergic to seafood. I love the pool. Get travel insurance.
- Things I Regret: Not buying more Pastel de Natas. Not learning any Portuguese.
- Would I Go Back?: Absolutely. Maybe I'll actually learn to swim, so I could go back next year and not be terrified of the beach.
And that, my friends, is the glorious, messy, wonderful story of my trip to B20. It wasn't perfect. It was chaotic. But it was mine, and I wouldn't trade it for anything. Now, I'm off to plan my next adventure… and maybe get a travel-sized bottle of ant spray. Just in case.
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Escape to Paradise: Your (Maybe Slightly Imperfect) Sun-Drenched B20 Poolside Oasis FAQs!
Okay, Okay, I'm intrigued! What *is* this Escape to Paradise thing? And is it *really* paradise?
Alright, so "Escape to Paradise" is this villa, right? In the Algarve. Near Lagos. It’s got a pool. A big pool. And the pictures? Yeah, they're pretty. Turquoise water, sun-drenched patios, bougainvillea everywhere. Does it live up to the hype? Well… Let's just say, sometimes.
The first time I went, I almost *died* of happiness. The airport pickup (booked through a local guy – more on that later, because that tale is a mess), the smell of the air, the sheer *relief* of being out of my freezing office… Pure bliss. Then, you get thrown into the pool, you get to swim in the sun.
Is it *perfect*? Nah. There was that one time the wifi went out for three days (horror!), and finding the remote to the TV felt like a treasure hunt. But honestly? Even the little niggles kind of add to the charm. Think of it as "Paradise, Version 1.0... still a work in progress."
The Pool! Tell. Me. About. The. Pool! (Is it, like, Instagram-worthy?)
The pool… Oh, the pool. It is the centerpiece. Big, beautiful, and generally, yes, Instagram-worthy. I've spent hours just floating around, staring at the blue, getting a tan or sunbathing.
But here's the truth: one time, there was a rogue leaf or two. Okay, maybe a *lot* of rogue leaves. And a few of those pesky little flying insects. (I swear, they're drawn to me like moths to a flame). Still, you know what? I grabbed the net, did some light tidying and it was heaven again. I mean, come on, you're in *Portugal*! Leave the obsessive-compulsive pool maintenance to the… well, let's just say, other people. We're here to relax.
What about the Location? What's nearby? Is it a ghost town?
Location-wise, Escape to Paradise is pretty sweet. It's near Lagos. I'm terrible with geography; I can only say it’s easy driving. It's not the middle of nowhere, but it's far enough away from the main strip that you can get away from the crazy tourists. Just go to the beach! The beaches are amazing.
There's a small supermarket nearby and some nice restaurants, you can drive in minutes. You'll want a car; trust me. Walking everywhere…nope. Not in that heat.
Avoid the "tourist traps" if you can. They can be good for a laugh, but there's an overload of them.
Okay, let's get practical. The Kitchen – is it actually usable? Because I *love* to cook (… sometimes.)
The kitchen is *mostly* usable. It's not a Michelin-star chef's dream kitchen, mind you. But it has the essentials. Oven, hob, fridge, and, crucially, a coffee machine. (I would have a nervous breakdown without coffee in the morning, just thinking about it).
The first time I used it, finding all the equipment was… challenging. Like a scavenger hunt. Plus, the lighting is a little dim, so chopping onions felt like a high-stakes game of "Operation". But, it has what you need.
If you're a hardcore cook, bring some of your favorite knives. Otherwise, you'll be fine. I managed to cook several passable meals, including a truly terrible (but fun!) attempt at a Portuguese stew. My partner was, bless her heart, forced to eat it.
The Airport Pickup… I'm nervous about this. Give it to me straight.
Alright, the airport pickup. This is where things get… interesting. The villa owner usually arranges it through a local service. On paper, it's smooth sailing. In reality? Well…
The first time, the driver was late. REALLY late. I was sweating, worried that something had gone wrong. I also didn't know Portuguese. Eventually, a beat-up van pulled up, barely containing a mountain of luggage and a guy who looked like he hadn't slept in days. He barely spoke English. My luggage was crammed in with the stuff behind a pile of empty water gallon jugs. The ride was terrifying – think rally car through the Algarve countryside. I thought I was going to die. In Portugal.
The second time? A completely different driver, super friendly. Got lost. I was again terrified, on time, the people were more friendly. We got there, eventually. Now I am not as scared of the driver.
My advice? Lower your expectations. Pack some snacks. Pray. And maybe bring a phrasebook. Just in case. But after the airport pickup, the rest of the trip goes swimmingly.
What's the Wi-Fi situation? (Essential question for the modern traveler.)
Okay, Wi-Fi. This is important. While you are in the sun you need to check your social media! (and work of course). The wifi is usually good, but it's not always reliable. I've had days where it was lightning fast, and days where I felt like I was back in the dial-up era.
Make sure you make a plan for a break! (Maybe read a book!?) and bring some emergency entertainment.
Housekeeping – is it included? Do I have to make my own bed? (Please say no…)
I can't stand making my own bed. It takes too long... and I am bad at it.
Housekeeping is usually included. The staff are lovely and helpful. They do their best! It's nice to come back to a clean villa. Just keep in mind that it's not a five-star hotel. It's more like… a really nice, well-loved home.
If you are untidy… maybe bring extra cleaning supplies.
Overall, is Escape to Paradise worth it? Be honest!
Definitely. Yes. Unequivocally.
Look, it's not perfect. There are quirks. There are moments of slight frustration. But that's life, right? And the good moments… the lazy mornings by the pool, the sunsets over the ocean, the taste of that first cold Super Bock beer… those moments? They're worth every single tiny, slightly irritating, blip.
I'd go back in a heartbeat. Just maybe… I’d pack a better phrasebook. And maybe ask for a different airport shuttle company. But yes, go. Go now. You deserve it. Just… lower your expectations. And be prepared to embrace theWorld Of Lodging
