Granada's Royal Secret: Unbelievable Apartments Await!
Granada's Royal Secret: Unbelievable Apartments Await!
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because we’re diving headfirst into the glorious, chaotic, and utterly human review of… well, that place. I’m not naming names yet. Let's just say I've emerged from the other side, slightly sunburned, heavily caffeinated, and armed with opinions hotter than the asphalt outside. SEO and Metadata Brew-Up:
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The Grand Vista Resort: A Ramble Through Paradise…Almost.
Alright, so I arrive. Immediately, my inner critic – the one that looks down on the perfectly-executed towel swan on the bed - starts twitching. First impressions… Let’s go.
Accessibility: Where the Pavement Ends and the Adventure Begins (?)
Okay, I'm a mobility impaired and this is crucial. Wheelchair access? Mostly good! Ramps are plentiful, yay! Elevators are quick and functional. The staff are generally very accommodating, always offering a helping hand. The slight hiccup? Some of the pathways to the outdoor restaurant area felt like a minor off-roading experience. Not ideal, but manageable. Score: B+ (for effort).
On-Site Eats & Drinks: A Culinary Rollercoaster.
Oh boy, the food journey!
- Restaurants: Multiple options. Several. One touted itself as "Asian Fusion." I'd call it "Asian Confusion." The Pad Thai noodles tasted suspiciously like… instant noodles. Another one was "International Cuisine" and…well, it was. (The steak was slightly overcooked, but the mashed potatoes were heavenly, so, balance). The "Vegetarian Restaurant" was a hit. Definitely a place to come back.
- Lounges & Bars: The poolside bar was my happy place. Cocktail in hand, sun on my face, overlooking the infinity pool… pure bliss. Happy hour? Essential. I'd rate the drink selection and the service as amazing!
- Cleanliness & Safety in Dining: Important - They were trying! All the right boxes were ticked: Sanitized cutlery, individually wrapped breadsticks (which felt a bit wasteful, but hey, safety first!). Staff were masked and, at least seemed to be mindful of social distancing. The 'Safe dining setup' definitely made me, and others, feel a lot safer.
Wheelchair Accessible Venues
The fact that the place had so many ramps and elevators was great. However, some of the seating in the restaurants still needs some work.
The Internet: A Tale of Two Wi-Fis.
Free Wi-Fi in all rooms, you say? Yes. But reliable Wi-Fi? That's another story. It's like a shy, unreliable friend. Sometimes present, sometimes GONE. The "Internet Access – LAN" option that it had was perfect and speedy. But I needed to leave the room to do that. Sigh!
Things To Do and Ways to Relax: Spa-tacular or Just Meh?
- Pool with a View: The infinity pool was stunning. Absolutely postcard-worthy. Swimmers, sunbathers, bliss.
- Spa: Now this is where they scored. I went for a massage. The masseuse was a wonder worker, kneading away all my travel knots. I then explored the sauna, steam room, and foot bath. Absolutely heavenly. If you only do one thing here, make it the spa.
- Fitness Center: I peaked in and it was clean, well-equipped, and I didn't feel the urge to run screaming for the hills.
Cleanliness & Safety: The COVID Chronicles.
Okay, let's be honest, this is what we’re all secretly worried about. The Grand Vista Resort went to considerable lengths. Hand sanitizer stations were everywhere. Staff wore masks diligently (although, occasionally, the mask-wearing drifted down to the chin – human nature, I guess!).
- Room Sanitization: The opt-out was super nice! Room sanitization between stays was standard.
- Food Options: Individually-wrapped food items were ubiquitous.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: A Culinary Tour, Good & Bad.
- Breakfast: Buffet? Yes. Amazing selection. Maybe a little too amazing. I felt like I was grazing for hours. The "Asian Breakfast" was an interesting experiment. The "Western Breakfast" was, thankfully, safe and delicious.
- Room Service: 24-hour room service. Sometimes a lifesaver, sometimes lukewarm. (I'm not naming names).
- The Bar: Good selection. Happy hour was a lifesaver.
Services and Conveniences: A Mixed Bag.
- Concierge: Incredibly helpful. Got me restaurant reservations, booked a taxi, the works. Absolute lifesavers.
- Daily Housekeeping: Flawless.
- Laundry Service: A tad expensive, but efficient.
- The Rest: The elevators were quick, the front desk was helpful.
For the kids
I didn't have a kid with me. Rooms: My Sanctuaries (Most of the Time).
- The Good: Spacious, with a comfy bed, a seriously powerful shower, and amazing blackout curtains.
- The Quirks: My room had a view of… a parking lot. Sigh. The coffee-making facilities were… functional. The alarm clock was probably from the 1980s. But hey, a comfy bed makes up for a lot.
- Essential Amenities: Air conditioning (thank goodness!), free bottled water, a mini-bar, and a safe.
Getting Around: Airport Transfers and More.
- Airport Transfer: A convenient and efficient airport transfer service was available.
- Car Parking: The car park was free of charge and located next to the hotel, which made it easy to move around.
The Verdict: A Flawed Gem.
The Grand Vista Resort? It's like… a slightly eccentric, but ultimately charming friend. It has its quirks, its flaws (the Wi-Fi!), and moments of sheer brilliance (the spa!). The staff's commitment to safety and the accessible features were genuinely appreciated.
Would I go back?
Probably. I'd maybe bring my own Wi-Fi router, and definitely double-check the view from my room. But that spa… and the poolside bar… they’re calling my name. 7.5/10. Room for improvement, but overall, a decent experience.
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Granada, You Crazy Beautiful Thing: A Totally Disorganized Adventure at Apartamentos Reyes Catolicos
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this ain't your average, perfectly-planned travel log. This is me, spilling my guts (and probably some sangria) about a few days in Granada, Spain, based from the charmingly-named Apartamentos Reyes Catolicos. Prepare for a whirlwind of tapas, tears (both good and bad), and the distinct possibility of getting completely lost (again).
Day 1: Arrival, Al-Fresco Bliss, and Oh God, the Stairs!
- Morning (aka, the Great Migration): Arrived at Granada Airport. Everything was supposed to be smooth, pre-booked the shuttle. Wrong! Turns out the "shuttle" was a tiny, ancient van that smelled suspiciously of cigarettes and existential dread. The driver, bless his heart, clearly hadn't met a satnav in his life. Finally, After some stressful 40min, we arrived at the Apartamentos. The building? Gorgeous. The location? Spot on! But the first thing hitting us in the face was the number of STAIRS. We were on the third floor with no elevator.
- Anecdote: Lugging suitcases up three flights of stairs felt like Mount Everest. I swear, I saw my life flash before my eyes… mainly me, eating tapas. I think I permanently dislocated my left shoulder during the process.
- Afternoon: Settling In and the Patio of Dreams: Got the keys, stumbled into the apartment… and exhaled. It was charming, with those traditional Spanish balconies overlooking the street. The views of the Alhambra, that majestic red palace in the distance already had me feeling like a character in a romantic movie.
- Quirky Observation: The Spanish have a serious love affair with wrought iron. Everything, from the balconies to the gates, is adorned with it. I'm pretty sure they could make a whole city out of it. Still, I wouldn't change it ever.
- Evening: Tapas Tour - The First Bite (and Bite Number Thirty-Seven): Time for tapas! Walking around, feeling that classic Spanish vibe from the get-go. It was so warm and alive, the best way to spend an evening. We found a little cafe, and what followed was a glorious, slightly blurry blur of tiny plates of deliciousness. Jamón, patatas bravas, gambas al ajillo… my stomach was seriously contemplating early retirement.
- Emotional Reaction: This was pure, unadulterated joy. That feeling of being completely immersed in a different culture, surrounded by happy people - it’s what I live for. I could've cried from happiness (almost did).
- Late Night: Attempted Flamenco and a Mild Meltdown: The plan. Find a Flamenco show. My partner went to the show, leaving me at the bar for some reason. An hour later she came back, saying that the show was not that good. I should have joined her, but the feeling of alone-ness had gotten to me, and I decided to have a massive breakdown.
Day 2: Alhambra, Holy Crap, Alhambra! And Random Ramblings About Gardens and Loneliness.*
- Morning: Alhambra Hysteria: Okay, so the Alhambra. Words cannot describe. It's like something out of a fairy tale, or a really, really elaborate film set. Every detail is breathtaking; the intricate carvings on the walls, the courtyards shimmering in the sunlight, the scent of flowers and orange blossoms…
- Rambling Alert: Seriously, the Alhambra. It’s humbling. You think about all the history, the people who walked those halls centuries ago, the love, the war, the artistry… It’s a lot to take in. I started feeling emotional again.
- Afternoon: The Generalife and Garden Overload: Wandered through the Generalife gardens, the Alhambra's stunning grounds. So many colours and the landscape, it made me wish I was a gardener by profession.
- Evening: Lost and Found (and Lost Again): We tried to visit the Albaicín, the old Arab quarter, but got completely disorientated. Seriously, the streets are a maze, and every narrow alley looks the same. We ended up walking around in circles for at least an hour, which was frustrating but also kind of hilarious. We finally found a spot with beautiful views of the Alhambra illuminated at night.
Day 3: Breakfast, Farewell Tapas, Departure - AND MORE STAIRS!
- Morning: The Breakfast of Champions (and Procrastination): Messed up getting up. Had breakfast in a cafe, which turned into a two-hour coffee session. I also have a problem with leaving on time.
- Afternoon: The Goodbye Tapas Run: One last tapas hurrah! We revisited our favourite spots, crammed in as many delicious bites as possible. Seriously, I'm pretty sure my arteries are clogged, but who cares? It was worth it.
- Late Afternoon: The Staircase of Doom, Part Deux: Time to leave. And, oh joy, the stairs again! This time, felt like even heavier, the luggage weighed a ton.
- Evening: Adios Granada (For Now!): Goodbye, Granada! You crazy, beautiful, slightly exhausting city. I left with a full belly, a slightly broken body, and a heart overflowing with memories.
- Final Emotional Reaction: Granada, you've stolen a piece of my soul. I’ll be back. And next time, I'm bribing someone to carry my suitcase. Or maybe learning to levitate. Either way, I'm ready for another adventure!
Okay, so, *why* sourdough? Ugh, I feel like I’m about to admit something embarrassing. It wasn't some grand culinary aspiration, you know? I wasn't aiming for the Instagram-worthy loaves with the perfect ear and the gorgeous crumb structure. No. It was… well, it was desperation. COVID hit, everyone started baking (because, ya know, *why not*?), and I saw this sourdough recipe online. Looked easy. Famous last words, right?
Honestly? I was just bored. Utterly, profoundly, pandemic-induced bored. You know the kind. The kind that makes you buy a mountain of organic flour (which, side note, is EXPENSIVE) and then spend hours glued to YouTube tutorials. I remember thinking, "How hard could it be?" (Insert maniacal laughter here.)
Alright, alright, let's get to the juicy stuff. The first loaf? Oh, dear God, the first loaf. Imagine a rock. A really, REALLY dense rock. That's what it was. You could have used that thing as a doorstop. Or, you know… to ward off unwanted guests. Or maybe even, ahem, *worse*. (I’m kidding! Mostly.)
The taste? Eh. Let's say…unpleasant? It was vaguely bread-adjacent, but the bread-ness was, shall we say, *subdued*. I think it primarily tasted of disappointment. And a healthy dose of my own burgeoning self-doubt. Honestly, I wanted to cry. I… almost did. I poured myself a (large) glass of wine and tried to pretend it hadn't happened.
I remember thinking, 'This is it. This is the moment my sourdough dreams die, and I'm going to be stuck eating store-bought bread forever.' The sheer *failure* of it... it got to me, you know?
Ah, the *starter*. That bubbling, bubbling… *thing*. Okay, let's be honest, the starter was the real challenge. It's like having a tiny, incredibly demanding pet that you have to feed *religiously*. And the thing is, it doesn't even give you cuddles!
Naming it was my first mistake. Levain. Ugh. So pretentious. So… well, it just solidified my descent into the sourdough abyss.
I almost killed Levain. Several times. More times than I care to admit. I'd forget to feed it. I'd miscalculate the ratios. I'm pretty sure it tried to stage a coup at one point (the smell alone… that was a war crime). It was a battle every two weeks. I'm still not entirely sure if it likes me. I'm pretty sure it hates me. But it keeps doing it's job, and I keep feeding it, out of pure spite.
Oh my God, YouTube. Where do I even *start*? I devoured videos. I mean, I really, *really* devoured them. Some were amazing. Some made me feel like I was somehow fundamentally flawed as a human being, utterly incapable of the simplest of tasks.
I stumbled onto this guy, "The Bread Code." He was less intimidating than some of the others. He had a relaxed vibe. His advice? "Don't be afraid to fail." Now, most people roll their eyes at that, but honestly? It helped. It gave me a little permission to mess up, which I desperately needed. I also learnt from him to use a scale. Measuring by weight is way more precise than cups of flour, you know. I still fail, of course, but I'm getting better.
Okay, when it *actually* works (and that’s still, let’s be honest, a bit of a gamble)… the best part? The smell. Oh, the smell. It's this warm, yeasty, baking bread aroma that just… permeates your entire house. It's pure, unadulterated magic. It’s like a hug in a loaf.
And then, *finally*, when you cut into it, and you see the glorious, open crumb structure. The crust has that perfect, crackly, crunchy… you know… *crust*. *Chef's kiss*. It's a moment of pure, unadulterated triumph! It makes all the failures…almost…worth it. Keyword: *almost*.
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