Escape to Paradise: Your Own Private Oasis in Sunny Laroya, Spain!
Escape to Paradise: Your Own Private Oasis in Sunny Laroya, Spain!
Escape to Paradise: Laroya, Spain - My Messy, Honest, and Ultimately Wow Review!
Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because I'm about to take you on a rollercoaster ride through my stay at "Escape to Paradise" in sunny Laroya, Spain! Forget those sterile, perfectly-crafted reviews. This is the real deal, warts and all – and let me tell you, there weren't many warts to be found.
The Big Picture (and My Pre-Trip Anxiety):
First of all, Spain? I love Spain. But "Escape to Paradise"? That sounded…cliche. My internal critic, a grumpy old woman in a muumuu, was already sharpening her claws. "Another overpriced spa hotel," she muttered. "Prepare to be underwhelmed." Thankfully, she was mostly wrong. Mostly.
Accessibility & Getting There (The First Hurdle):
Listen, I'm not exactly a mountain goat. I'm more of a comfortable-shoe-wearing, occasional-elevator-user type. So, accessibility is HUGE for me. "Escape to Paradise" thankfully delivered! They’ve got all the bells and whistles for those needing it: Wheelchair accessible throughout, Elevator, and even Facilities for disabled guests. I didn't personally test it, but I saw it was there, and that’s a huge win in my book.
Getting Around:
Getting there was a breeze (thanks to a pre-booked Airport transfer – seriously, GET IT!). It was wonderful to get on board knowing someone was waiting for me at the other end. They also have a Car park [free of charge] and Car park [on-site], which makes it super convenient if you're driving. They also have Taxi service for those who prefer to travel around that way.
Once Inside: A Sensory Overload (in a good way!)
Walking into the lobby was…wow. Not in an over-the-top, airbrushed travel influencer kinda way. More like a "breath-taken-by-the-sheer-amount-of-sunlight-pouring-in-from-the-Terrace" kinda way. Actually, the Exterior corridor was gorgeous and very sunny. The staff at the Front desk [24-hour] were genuinely friendly, not the fake-smily robot kind. Check-in was Contactless check-in/out and easy-peasy.
The Room (My Personal Oasis):
Okay, time for the room. And here’s where I started to REALLY relax.
- The Bed: Seriously, one of the most comfortable beds I've ever slept in. Extra long bed? Yes, please!
- Internet: Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! (And it actually worked, unlike some places). You also have Internet access – LAN which I didn't end up using.
- The Bathroom: Sparkling clean, with a Separate shower/bathtub, Bathrobes, Hair dryer, and all the Toiletries a girl could ask for.
- The View: Mine overlooked the … swimming pool and mountains, and that's how I wanted to spend the day.
- The Little Things: The Coffee/tea maker, Complimentary tea, Free bottled water, and a Mini bar (although I mayyyy have emptied it a little too quickly…). The Air conditioning was a gift from the heavens.
Food, Glorious Food (And My Diet's Demise):
Let's be honest, food is essential for a happy holiday experience. And "Escape to Paradise" delivered. Forget about some stuffy hotel buffet:
- Breakfast is a must: The Breakfast [buffet] was HUGE. I'm talking fresh pastries, a whole section dedicated to fruit, and a chef making omelets to order. My partner had the Asian breakfast which was delicious! They also offer Breakfast in room, and Breakfast takeaway service for those lazy mornings.
- Lunch and Dinner: They have a bunch of Restaurants on-site! A la carte in restaurant, offering an array of dishes to choose from. I tried everything, from the Vegetarian restaurant to the International cuisine in restaurant. The Western cuisine in restaurant was very yummy. There’s even a Snack bar and a Poolside bar for when you're feeling peckish.
- Drinks: The Bar served a mean cocktail, and the Happy hour was dangerous.
Relaxation Station (My Happy Place):
This is where "Escape to Paradise" truly lives up to its name. I spent approximately 80% of my time either in the *Swimming pool [outdoor] or beside the *Pool with view*. Let me tell you, there's something truly magical about floating in a pool, looking out at the mountains.
- The Spa: Omg, the spa. Spa, Spa/sauna, Sauna, Steamroom … the works! And their Massage? Divine. I pretty much melted into a puddle of bliss. I got a Body scrub and a Body wrap.
- The Fitness Center: I tried going to the Fitness center. Okay, I walked in. I saw the equipment. I turned around. Let’s just say, I’m more of a relaxation enthusiast than a gym bunny.
- For your body: The Foot bath was wonderful.
Cleanliness and Safety (Peace of Mind):
I’m a bit of a germaphobe since you know… the world kinda went crazy. So, I was absolutely thrilled to see how seriously they took cleanliness.
- Safety protocol: The staff were amazing and made sure there was so much Hand sanitizer everywhere.
- Daily disinfection: Daily disinfection in common areas and Rooms sanitized between stays made me feel 100% safe and comfortable.
- Hygiene: Anti-viral cleaning products, Hot water linen and laundry washing and Professional-grade sanitizing services were used.
- Other things: I saw CCTV in common areas and CCTV outside property. They also have a Doctor/nurse on call and a First aid kit.
Services and Amenities (The Cherry on Top):
- Daily housekeeping, Laundry service, and Ironing service – essential for a relaxed holiday!
- Concierge services, helpful staff.
- Gift/souvenir shop: I purchased a souvenir.
- Cash withdrawal: Cash wasn't a problem, and having Cashless payment service was great!
- Smoking area. Yep, they have it.
For the Kids (Family-Friendly Fun):
While I didn't have any kids with me, I noticed they had Babysitting service and Kids facilities. So, if you want to bring the children with you it's certainly doable.
Things to Consider:
- Room sanitization opt-out available: If you're the type that doesn't want your room sanitized, which I can understand.
- It's, well, a little bit far to walk to the city.
The Verdict: Book It! (Seriously, Do It!)
"Escape to Paradise" is not just a hotel; it’s an experience. It's a place where you can truly disconnect from the world, relax, and recharge. It’s not perfect. Nothing is. But it comes pretty darn close.
My Advice: Book that trip. Treat yourself. You deserve it. You'll be saying "Wow!" too.
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Tired of the daily grind? Craving a truly relaxing escape? Then look no further than "Escape to Paradise" in beautiful Laroya, Spain! This isn't just a hotel; it's your own private oasis, designed to rejuvenate mind, body, and soul.
Discover the Ultimate Relaxation:
- Unwind & De-stress: Indulge in our world-class Spa, featuring a luxurious Sauna, invigorating Steamroom, and personalized Massage treatments. Bask in the sun by our stunning Swimming pool [outdoor], boasting breathtaking views.
- Unparalleled Comfort & Accessibility: Enjoy spacious, Wheelchair accessible accommodations with modern amenities, access to Internet access – wireless and Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!. We ensure a seamless experience for all our guests.
- Culinary Delights: Savor exquisite dining experiences at our diverse Restaurants, serving everything from authentic Asian cuisine to delectable Western cuisine. Enjoy refreshing cocktails at our Poolside bar and Happy hour.
- Safe & Sound: Relax with peace of mind knowing we prioritize your safety. Our commitment includes: Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, and staff trained in robust safety protocols.
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- Accessibility: Fully accessible facilities,
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this ain't your grandma's itinerary. We're talking Matasiete, Laroya, Spain, and let's just say "chill" isn't in my vocabulary. More like "controlled chaos with a splash of sangria." This is gonna be a journey, people.
Matasiete Family Fiesta: A Semi-Coherent Adventure
Day 1: Arrival and The Great Pool Debacle (Or, How I Learned It's Okay to Fail at Doing Absolutely Nothing)
- Morning (ish): Land in Almeria. Pray the luggage arrives. (Last time I flew, my bag went to… well, let's just say it involved a very confused sheep farmer in Iceland). Squeeze into that rental car. It's a tiny, souped-up thing, perfect for navigating the winding Spanish roads, and terrifying for someone who parallel parks like a drunk octopus.
- Afternoon: Drive to Laroya. The landscape? Utterly breathtaking. That's the professional travel writer in me talking. The REAL me? My brain is screaming: "ARE WE THERE YET?" Seriously, the GPS better not be lying this time. Find Matasiete. Unpack. Immediately face the "Pool Predicament."
- (The Pool Predicament):
- Okay, so the villa is gorgeous. Stunning views. Picturesque everything. BUT THE POOL?! Looked bigger in the photos. This isn’t a dealbreaker, I'm just a little… underwhelmed. The water is COLD. Like, ice-cream-headache cold. I take the plunge and yelp like a toddler. This is the moment I realize I'm not the sun-worshipping, effortlessly tanned goddess I'd envisioned myself to be. More like a shivering, goosebump-riddled potato.
- I try to be cool, act like it’s all a total blast, but I’m just not designed for this. I sit on the edge of the pool, dangling my feet, and then I accidentally kick a rogue inflatable flamingo into the deep end. It looks forlorn and pathetic, bobbing away. I'm starting to understand why people actually like to do things on vacations.
- Evening: Sangria, tapas (I'm obsessed with the patatas bravas, and I will order them at every single meal), and a heated debate with my brother: "Is olive oil actually the best thing on Earth?" (I say yes, obviously). Attempt to learn some basic Spanish phrases. End up mostly mangling them. I think I accidentally told the waitress I wanted to marry the waiter. Oops.
Day 2: The Cave of Wonders (And How I Almost Drowned in Delight)
- Morning: Sleep in! At least, that's the plan. But the birds outside are clearly on double espresso and start chirping before the sun even thinks about rising. Drag myself out of bed. Breakfast: coffee (a LOT of coffee) and dry toast. Decide that today is a "cultural immersion" day.
- Afternoon: Head to the caves. Seriously jaw-dropping. The stalactites and stalagmites? Like nature's own, slow-motion performance art. But the paths are dodgy. And I'm not particularly agile. Slip. Stumble. Almost eat dirt. Laugh uncontrollably. This is life.
- (Cave Obsession):
- The light! The shadows! The sheer, improbable beauty of it all. I’m convinced the cave is secretly a portal to another dimension.
- I took a million photos. All blurry. All terrible. But who cares? That's my memory, and no filter will ever fully capture the grandeur of what I saw.
- I'm getting a bit claustrophobic. I don't like the closeness. I’m not built for this place.
- I’m suddenly desperate to find some kind of souvenir, like a weird, bumpy rock or a fossilized something or other. The gift shop has nothing. I am inconsolable.
- Evening: Back at the villa. Pool is still freezing. More tapas. More sangria. Contemplate learning to play the guitar. Realise I lack the basic coordination to even hold a guitar. Listen to the crickets sing. The sound is surprisingly soothing.
Day 3: Market Mayhem and Mountain Misadventures (Or, How I Become a Local… Kinda)
- Morning: Hit the local market in the next town. Prepare to be overwhelmed. The smells! The colors! The sheer volume of Serrano ham! Bargain for some olives. Get completely ripped off. Decide it doesn't matter. The olives are amazing.
- Afternoon: Drive up into the mountains. The roads are even more terrifying now, but the scenery is even more rewarding. We try to hike a bit. Realize we're woefully unprepared. Almost get lost. Decide to abandon the hike and find a tiny taverna.
- (Taverna Triumph):
- The food? Simple, fresh, delicious. The locals are a little wary of the scruffy pack of tourists that has landed in their midst. Except the old woman running the place. She has eyes that twinkle and a smile that radiates warmth. She pours me a glass of wine, and for a moment, I feel like I belong.
- We try to chat with the locals about their lives. It's hilariously awful, using my broken Spanish and their equally broken English. But it doesn't matter. We laugh together, point at things, and somehow manage to communicate.
- I’m convinced I just made friends with the entire village. It was that feeling you have when you know you’re in the right place.
- Evening: Back at the villa. Watch the sunset. Reflect on the fact that I’ve probably drunk more alcohol in three days than in the entirety of last year. Start planning the next trip… probably somewhere that includes a little more warmth.
Day 4: Departure & Ramblings…
- Morning: Pack. Say goodbye to the view (which, by the way, grew on me. A lot). Take a last, fleeting, teeth-chattering dip in the pool (to prove I can… kind of).
- Afternoon: Drive back to the airport. Navigate the car rental drop-off. Contemplate buying a villa in Spain. Realize I can't even afford a decent lunch in Spain.
- Evening: Fly home. Feel a strange mix of exhaustion and elation. Realize the trip wasn't perfect. There were mishaps, and awkward moments, and I probably ate too much cheese. But…it was real. It was a glimpse of a different way of life. It was all the things, and nothing, all at once.
- Final Thought: I would go back. But I will bring a wetsuit for the pool. And maybe learn a few more actual Spanish phrases. And maybe, just maybe, stop taking so many bloody photos. (Nah. That's never going to happen.)
Escape to Paradise: Laroya - The Unfiltered FAQs!
So, Laroya, Spain… Is it *actually* paradise, or just some Instagram filter fantasy?
Okay, deep breath. Paradise? Look, is it *literally* shimmering gates and cherubs with tiny harps? No. Sorry to disappoint. BUT… and this is a big but… Laroya? It's got a serious claim. It's not perfect, mind you. My first day? I got lost. Miserably. Wandered around for like, an hour, sweating like a pig and convinced the locals were all secretly laughing at the lost tourist. Found a tiny bar eventually, ordered a *caña* (thank god for that dictionary!), and the bartender, this craggy old guy with the kindest eyes I've ever seen, just pointed and chuckled. Turns out, I was *one street* away. Humbling.
But that's the thing. The imperfections? They’re part of the charm. The dusty roads, the slightly grumpy neighbor whose cat keeps stealing your sunbathing spot… it all just... *fits*. It's real. So, yeah, call it a slightly-less-perfect paradise. A paradise with amazing tapas. And that, my friends, is pretty damn close.
What's the vibe like? Is it all luxury yachts and champagne flutes? (Please say no!)
Hallelujah, NO! (I *hate* champagne flutes). It's more… flip-flops, fresh fruit, and late-night conversations under a sky absolutely carpeted in stars. Seriously, I'm talking *so many stars* you'll swear someone just spilled glitter. It's relaxed. It's friendly. The only drama I’ve encountered so far was a fierce debate over the best olive oil (which, by the way, is a *serious* matter in these parts).
It's the kind of place where you can actually *breathe*. Where "rush hour" means a few more goats crossing the road than usual. And the locals? Forget the aloof, judgmental city types. They're welcoming, patient (especially with my atrocious Spanish), and genuinely happy to share their little slice of heaven. I’m making friends I'll actually *miss*.
Okay, food. Tell me about the food. Because honestly, that's like, 80% of my decision-making process.
Get. In. My. Belly. (I'm drooling just thinking about it). The food is... divine. Forget those bland, reheated tourist traps. We're talking FRESH. Local. Olives that explode with flavor, tomatoes so sweet you'll think they're candy, and jamón ibérico that will make you weep with joy. Seriously, I once saw a grown man cry over jamón. Not even exaggerating. He was probably stressed. Travel is hard.
And the tapas! Oh, the tapas. Tiny plates of perfection. The gambas al ajillo (garlic shrimp) are heavenly, the patatas bravas are crispy on the outside, fluffy on the inside, and then there's the secret recipe of the local chef who used a secret family trick about the sauce, which he won't tell you. You MUST try the gazpacho. It’s like a cold, refreshing hug on a hot day. And for the love of all that is holy, don't come to Laroya without trying the paella. Just... do it.
I gained five pounds in the first week. Zero regrets. Zero. (Okay, maybe a teeny tiny one about the size of my jeans… but mostly zero.)
What is there to *do* besides eat? (Seriously, though, I'm asking for a friend...)
Alright, alright. Fine. There *are* other things to do. (Just kidding! There are LOTS of things). Hiking is brilliant. I spent an entire afternoon trying to get to this waterfall that was supposed to be hidden and it was only half an hour walking. But the views... WOW. Mountain views, city views, views of the sea, and even a view back to the village.
There’s also kayaking, sunbathing, and even just going to the beach and watching the sea. So relaxing. It’s all so peaceful. You can visit the markets, the churches, the museums... I’m a total history nerd, so I’m always up for exploring. But honestly? Half the time, I just... *be*. Sit on my balcony, drink coffee, and watch the world go by. Which, by the way, is a pretty good life.
Oh! And this reminds me. Remember that time I got hopelessly lost the first day? Well, on that day, I also got to see the parade of the village. It wasn’t just any parade, it was the *Fiesta de San Roque*. Amazing. It was all color and music and dancing in the streets. It was everything you dreamed of. That alone made the getting lost experience worth it. Seriously. That's what I'm talking about when I say experience.
Is it a good place for kids?
Honestly? I don’t have kids. No idea. But judging by the sheer number of shrieking, joyful children running around the plazas, I'd say... yes. Absolutely. There's space to run around, safe neighborhoods, and the locals are incredibly family-friendly. They dote on the children. They are always smiling. Of course, all that running around, I wouldn't blame you for needing to have a nice glass of wine every so often.
The vibe in Laroya is one of those safe, old-school places where kids can be kids. The beach, the parks, the general laid-back atmosphere… it’s all conducive to a happy childhood. I’ve seen the kids playing games on the streets until the sun is gone. Amazing. Plus, imagine all the ice cream! (Speaking of which...)
What about the internet? I need to be connected! My job, my life, etc.
Okay, this is a tricky one. Let's be honest: Laroya is *not* a tech mecca. The internet isn't the fastest. Sometimes, it cuts out at the worst times when I'm trying to do something important. So, if you need blazing-fast, always-on connectivity, you might have to go somewhere else.
However. I've found it’s actually a *good* thing. It forces you to disconnect. To put the phone down. To actually *look* around and *experience* the moment. You can't constantly scroll down your feed when you are there. Instead, you must drink it up. Embrace the slow life. Read a book. Talk to people. Which, again, is kind of the whole point of escaping, isn’t it? And besides, there are cafes with decent WiFi, so you're not *completely* cut off.
Is it expensive? What's the budget situation like?
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