Venice in St. Petersburg: Luxury Apartment Awaits!
Venice in St. Petersburg: Luxury Apartment Awaits!
Venice in St. Petersburg: Luxury Apartment Awaits! – My Chaotic, Glorious, and Slightly Exhausting Russian Adventure (and Hotel Review!)
Okay, buckle up, folks. Because my recent trip to St. Petersburg and my stay at the place they call "Venice in St. Petersburg: Luxury Apartment Awaits!" was… an experience. Let's just say it wasn't exactly a smooth, perfectly curated Instagram feed of a trip. It was more of a real-life, slightly off-kilter, and utterly captivating Russian novel. And the hotel? Well, it was a character in that novel.
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Accessibility:
Alright, let's start with something super important: accessibility. I'm happy to report that "Venice" mostly delivers here. It earns a fairly decent score. The elevator was… well, it worked! (You always get a little nervous, don't you?). Wheelchair accessible throughout the building, which is huge, I used it and I saw wheelchair users the entire stay. It was a pretty comfortable place to spend a stay. There were some stairs to the main entrance, but there's an accessible ramp.
Rooms for those in need and other facilities for disabled guests were available. This is HUGE, really, it is, especially in a city like St. Petersburg, where accessibility can be a challenge in general.
My Ramblings (and the Occasional Screw-Up):
Okay, so picture this: I arrive after a grueling flight, jet-lagged, desperately needing a shower, and already craving a strong cup of Russian tea. The check-in was…smooth. Kind of. Check-in/out [express] was offered, and I think I actually went through that one. But I was so tired. I remember thinking "Get me a bed, for the love of all that is holy!" I'm pretty sure I stumbled through the front desk, mumbled something about a reservation, and then – magic! – I had a key. Contactless check-in/out was also available. Thank goodness because I was pretty sure I was leaking brain cells.
Cleanliness and Safety – My Inner Monk Awakens:
Look, I'm a bit of a clean freak. I blame my mother. So, cleanliness is paramount. And I was cautiously optimistic here. Anti-viral cleaning products? Daily disinfection in common areas? Yes, please! They really seemed to be on top of it. The staff was doing all the stuff listed like Staff trained in safety protocol and they had Hand sanitizer everywhere you looked. Not bad, at all. I really felt that Hot water linen and laundry washing was a big plus too. I really appreciated Rooms sanitized between stays. It was reassuring… I think. I think I would feel a tad safer, especially after the past two years, with the presence of Doctor/nurse on call and the First aid kit available!
The Room - My Sanctuary (or at Least, a Decent Base of Operations):
My apartment… WOW. Air conditioning, Blackout curtains (essential for those long St. Petersburg summer days!), Free bottled water, and a ridiculously comfortable Extra long bed. Additional toilet was a godsend! Seriously. The Bathroom phone (what even is that?) was a bit of a head-scratcher, but hey, luxury! The Coffee/tea maker was my best friend. I pretty much lived on tea. The Internet access – wireless was great, but I did have Internet access – LAN for some reason. Internet! The Wi-Fi [free] worked like a charm, which was surprising. I even managed to get some work done (between naps, obviously). Room decorations were classy, maybe a bit too much on the classical side for me, BUT I LOVED it! And I could open the Window that opens which was a huge plus.
Things to Do, Ways to Relax & Spa Shenanigans:
Okay, here's where things get interesting… and delightfully excessive. Pool with view? Oh, yes! The rooftop pool was gorgeous. I mean, jaw-dropping. It was a bit chilly when I went, but the views… stunning. I could do a Body scrub and a Body wrap. I didn't! But I could! Sauna, Spa, Spa/sauna, Steamroom also? All present and accounted for. I love the Fitness center, I never go (I should). But, you know, it's there! Massage, of course! My sore muscles were begging for that.
Dining, Drinking and Snacking – My Belly's Best Friend:
The restaurants! Oh, the restaurants. The Breakfast [buffet] was a feast. Buffet in restaurant, I'd never seen so many options. I Breakfast service! Asian breakfast: Yes! Asian cuisine in restaurant: Yes! Western breakfast: Also yes! Western cuisine in restaurant: YES! The Poolside bar was tempting, especially during happy hour. The Bar itself was a nice spot for a nightcap. I did have a Salad in restaurant, which was surprisingly good. I also grabbed a snack or two from the Snack bar. I will admit, I snuck a few more desserts in, which I would recommend. The Coffee/tea in restaurant was a necessity, especially in the mornings. Plus, I am a sucker for an A la carte in restaurant. I did encounter a Vegetarian restaurant.
For the Kids - Mostly For MY Inner Child (But Apparently, Real Ones Too):
I have no kids, so I can't personally vouch for the Babysitting service or the Kids meal. Well, ok I do have an inner child. But seriously, the place seemed quite Family/child friendly, from what I could see. I did appreciate the Kids facilities as well.
Services and Conveniences – The Little Things That Make a Difference:
Concierge was super helpful, from arranging tickets to giving directions. Daily housekeeping (bless them!) kept my apartment in order, despite my best efforts to create chaos. Dry cleaning and Laundry service were lifesavers. The Elevator was a godsend. Cash withdrawal was easy. The Gift/souvenir shop proved dangerous for my wallet. The Terrace was really nice for a sunset drink.
Quirks and Imperfections (Because Let's Be Real):
- The "luxury" sometimes felt a bit… stately. Like, I felt I needed to wear a tiara (I did not).
- The sheer amount of options/amenities was a bit overwhelming at times. It was a lot.
Final Verdict: A Chaotic, Glorious, and Highly Recommended Experience
Overall, "Venice in St. Petersburg: Luxury Apartment Awaits!" is a fantastic choice. It's not perfect, but honestly, that's part of its charm. It's luxurious without being stuffy, accommodating without being intrusive, and it offers a truly memorable experience in one of the most beautiful cities in the world. I'd go back in a heartbeat. Just maybe with a slightly less packed itinerary and a much bigger appetite for Russian tea. I give it a strong 4.5 stars! (If they had a Couple's room, that would be a bonus!)
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this ain't gonna be your sanitized, perfectly-planned travel brochure. This is me going to Saint Petersburg, Russia, and you're coming along for the gloriously messy ride. Specifically, to the "Apartament City Венеция" because, hey, a little Venetian flair in a Russian city? Sign me up!
Prologue: The Pre-Travel Panic Attack (and the Last-Minute Laundry)
Okay, so first things first: I'm terrible at packing. Actually, let's rephrase that: I’m professionally bad at packing. I'm currently staring at a mountain of clothes, a tangled mess of charging cables that rivals the Gordian Knot, and the gnawing feeling that I've forgotten something crucial. Probably my passport, my brain, or maybe just…everything?
Oh, and did I mention I’m leaving in like, twelve hours? Cue the frantic laundry spree. I bet you anything I'll find a rogue sock in my suitcase later. Just you wait.
Day 1: Arrival! (Possibly a slight Disaster)
Morning (But Really, Anytime I Wake Up): Flight! (hopefully, I don't miss it, which is a distinct possibility considering my current state.) The plane ride. Ugh. I get so antsy on planes. I'm currently hoping to get a window seat, because I'm one of those people who stare out the window the whole time. Don't judge me.
Afternoon: Finally! Arriving at St. Petersburg. Customs? Ugh, always stressful. Pray for me. I'm pretty sure I saw a suspicious look on the customs guy's face already during our time. After customs, I've got to figure out the metro. Everyone says it's beautiful, but knowing my navigation skills, I'll probably end up in a different city. Or, you know, the middle of nowhere. Pray for me again.
Evening (and This is Crucial): Apartament City Венеция! Fingers crossed it's not a total dump. I booked it based on photos, and let's be honest, those photos are usually…optimistic. After get my bags settled, I'm thinking a quick walk. See what's what. Maybe grab some dinner. I've heard fantastic things about the food. The problem is, I'm a picky eater. We'll see.
Day 2: The Hermitage and the Great "Lost in Translation" Incident
Morning: The Hermitage Museum. Look, I’m not a huge museum person. But everyone says it's a must-see, and I'm trying to be a cultured tourist. So, armed with my audio guide, I'll dive headfirst into art and, hopefully, not get overwhelmed by the sheer volume of, well, everything. And, maybe try to steal a smile from one of the guards. Just kidding (probably).
Afternoon: After all the exploring, I'll settle in a cafe and enjoy a coffee. (Again, praying for good coffee.) Also, I'm intending to find a translator app to help me communicate a bit better.
Evening: The "Lost in Translation" Incident. Dinner. Okay, I'm going to try and eat like a local. I've been researching, and let me tell you, Russian cuisine is a MYSTERY. Imagine me, waving my arms at a waiter, trying to order something, and ending up with… well, I don't even know. Probably a plateful of unidentifiable, but delicious, meat-adjacent substances. I'll let you know. The fun part? I'll be attempting to have a conversation in broken Russian. Hopefully, I'll just embarrass myself and not commit an international crime. The best-case scenario: I make a new friend. Worst? I order a plate of something that tries to eat me back.
Day 3: Canals, Cathedrals, and a Near-Death Experience (Metaphorically Speaking)
Morning: The canals! Supposedly, St. Petersburg is like Venice. The city has canals, right? I think I'm going to try the boat tour. Because romantic. However, I'm a bit scared of heights. Please don't let it be too scary.
Afternoon: St. Isaac's Cathedral. I'm attempting to go for a climb. I hope i haven't forgotten how to climb stairs. I love architecture.
Evening: The Near-Death Experience (Metaphorically Speaking): Shopping. I have a feeling this is where my budget will go to die. Souvenirs are a must! I'm probably going to get carried away. Then, after all the walking and the money spending, I'm going back to the apartment.
Day 4: The Peterhof Palace and the Reality Check
Morning: Peterhof Palace. This is supposed to be magnificent. I'm hoping the gardens aren't too crowded, so I can enjoy the view.
Afternoon: More sightseeing. Then, I'm going to try to relax by spending some time at a cafe. I need some time to be alone.
Evening: The Reality Check: Okay, let's be honest. By this point, I'll probably be tired, a bit homesick, and wondering why I thought this was a good idea. I'll probably stumble upon a local grocery store to pick up some supplies and try to make a simple meal. It might resemble something edible, or it might be a culinary disaster. Either way, it'll be an experience.
Day 5: Departure (and The Aftermath)
Morning: One Last Stroll! I'm going to take one last walk. Probably by my favorite place.
Afternoon: Packing. Again. Sigh. The cycle of packing and unpacking. The eternal struggle.
Evening: Flight home! I will undoubtedly be exhausted, slightly broke, and probably clutching a questionable souvenir. But I'll also have a head full of memories, a phone full of photos, and a story to tell. And isn't that what travel is all about? I hope.
Post-Trip Reflection (aka The Emotional Hangover)
Okay, so I'm home. Let's get real. The apartment was… well, let's just say it had character. The food? Half the time, I had no idea what I was eating, but it was mostly delicious. The language barrier? A glorious, hilarious disaster. The Hermitage? Overwhelming, but worth it.
I lost my luggage somewhere during the trip. But hey, at least I met some people! Now I know what a "Babushka" is. And I got some nice souvenirs.
Would I go back? Absolutely. Maybe I'll learn some actual Russian beforehand. Or maybe I'll just embrace the glorious mess. Until next time, St. Petersburg!
P.S. If any of this sounds even remotely appealing, I'm happy to share my packing lists. And my therapist's number. You've been warned. This trip is going to be a glorious, hilarious, and possibly slightly traumatizing adventure! Wish me luck! You'll probably need it.
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Okay, So...Is This Place *Actually* Like Venice? I Mean, Seriously?
Alright, let's be honest, shall we? The name "Venice in St. Petersburg" is a massive marketing flex. Think of it more like...a romantic suggestion, whispered on the wind. You're not going to be gliding around canals in a gondola, serenaded by a handsome Italian (or, well, *any* nationality for that matter).
Think of it this way: St. Pete has some amazing canals, beautiful bridges, elegant architecture. This apartment? Probably overlooks one. So, the *vibe* is there. The promise of watery reflections and dreamy evenings. But don't go expecting to stumble into the Rialto Bridge. You'll probably stumble into the nearest pierogi place, which, to be honest, is pretty darn good. I did. Right after I checked in. I was starving.
The "Venice" part? It's more aspiration than actuality. But it works, dammit. It works! It sets a certain tone. Expect a little fancy, a little water, a whole lotta St. Pete charm. Just bring your own gondolier... or, you know, your Uber app.
The Apartment Itself - What's the Deal? Is it Actually Luxurious? Because "Luxury" is a Subjective Term, Right? RIGHT?
Okay, so the luxury. This, my friends, is where the rubber meets the road. And honestly? It *depends*. My experience? Started great. I mean, polished floors, chandelier (maybe a tad too much, I think), a view that…well, let's just say I spent a solid hour staring out the window, convinced I'd accidentally wandered into a movie set. (The view was seriously good, by the way. Like, Instagram-worthy-before-you-realize-your-hair-is-a-mess good.)
But… (there's always a but, isn't there?)… Luxury isn't just about shiny things. The internet was a little…spotty. And the "fully stocked kitchen" meant a very *basic* selection of pots and pans. I’m not saying I couldn’t *cook* (I mean, I can make a mean scrambled egg), but I had to go buy a proper coffee maker and a decent frying pan. Little imperfections, you know? Stuff that reminds you real life isn't always as perfect as a glossy brochure.
So, luxurious-ish. Beautiful bones, yes. Impeccable potential, absolutely. Fully 'luxury'? Maybe not quite. Still, I'd take it over my own apartment any day of the week. Especially with that view. Man, that view...
Okay, Fine, The View is Good. But What's the Neighborhood Like? Safe? Lively? Am I Going to Get Mugged by a Russian Bear? (Kidding… mostly)
The neighborhood… ah, the neighborhood. This is where things went from "fancy apartment" to "actually living in St. Petersburg." And honestly, I LOVED it. It felt, well, *real*. Not super touristy, but full of life. I felt safe, even wandering around at night (and I'm a worrier, trust me).
There were little cafes, the kind with that amazing smell of freshly baked bread and the sound of friendly chatter I didn't understand, but always drew me in. Art galleries (St. Pete is *art*, people, let's be clear). A bookstore where I spent WAY too much time browsing (and struggling to understand Cyrillic script). And the people? Generally, super friendly. A woman even helped me navigate the bus system with a mixture of hand gestures, broken English, and genuine warmth. That memory still makes me smile.
No Russian bears. Just…real life. And that, my friends, is often the best luxury of all. Although I did see a really, really cute fluffy dog. Maybe the owner was a Russian bear, disguised. Just kidding… I think.
Transportation! Getting Around! Is it a Nightmare? Or Do I Have to Walk Everywhere? (My Feet Are Already Screaming.)
Okay, transportation. This is where you need to channel your inner Zen master and embrace the beautiful chaos. St. Pete's got everything: Metro (efficient, but can get crowded), buses (the aforementioned adventure), taxis (can be a little…pricey), and Uber (your best friend, honestly). I mostly used Uber.
I tried the Metro once. Got utterly lost. Also, I accidentally got on the wrong line and ended up…somewhere. It's a story for another time. (Let's just say I saw a REALLY cool underground mural.) My advice? Uber or taxi for the most part. Learn a few basic Russian phrases (thank you, please), wave and be prepared to bargain a *little* (unless you're using Uber).
And be prepared to walk. Seriously. There is a ton of walking. This is good for your soul and your Instagram feed. Plus, you'll stumble across all sorts of hidden gems. Like that ridiculously good ice cream shop...
Food! What Should I Expect? Is it All Just Borscht and…Well, More Borscht?
Okay, food. This is where things get... *delicious*. Yes, there's borscht. And it's good. But it's not the *only* thing! (Though I did eat quite a lot of it, because, well, it's amazing). Don’t just stick to the tourist-trap restaurants because they are going to be a letdown.
Seriously, the food scene in St. Pete is phenomenal. From traditional Russian cuisine (dumplings, blinis, the works!) to modern European fare to amazing international options. I had some of the best sushi of my life there (who knew?). I went to an amazing Georgian place. The khachapuri (cheese bread) was heaven. Utter, pure, glorious heaven. I actually considered going back *just* for the khachapuri. I *almost* did.
Don't be afraid to be adventurous. Try the local specialties. Look for the places that seem busy with locals. And, of course, embrace the borscht. And then find some more amazing sushi. It really is that good. Oh, and the blinis... Just go, eat, and enjoy. Your taste buds (and your stomach) will thank you.
The "Venice" Thing Keeps Bothering Me. Are There Any Actual Canals I Can See? Is it all just Empty Promises?
Alright, alright, let's address the elephant (or perhaps, the gondola-less canal) in the room again. The "Venice" comparison? It's a bit of a stretch, I'll admit. But. BUT! There are canals. Oh yes, there are canals. Not as many as Venice, mind you, and none with gondolas, but there *areAnkara's Hidden Gem: Cadence Design Hotel - Unbelievable Luxury Awaits!
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