Escape to Paradise: Hotel Rosamar, Formentera's Hidden Gem
Escape to Paradise: Hotel Rosamar, Formentera's Hidden Gem
Escape to Paradise: Hotel Rosamar - Formentera's Hidden Gem…Or Just Slightly Polished Turquoise? (A Rambling Review)
Alright, here we go. My attempt at a proper review of the Hotel Rosamar in Formentera. Let's just say I'm more of a "get-lost-in-the-moment" type of traveler than a checklist-ticking machine. So, apologies in advance for the scattered thoughts and probably a few too many tangents about the incredible olive oil they use (Seriously, I'm still dreaming of it).
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- Description: A brutally honest and hilariously subjective review of Hotel Rosamar in Formentera, covering accessibility, dining, amenities, and the overall vibe. Think less brochure, more "real-life traveler" experience, complete with olive oil obsessions and tales of questionable decisions.
Okay, Let's Dive In (Or, You Know, Wade in Slowly):
First impressions? Stunning. Absolutely stunning. The turquoise water of Formentera… you'll be reaching for a postcard before you even unpack. And the Rosamar? Nestled right on the beach, it's that postcard-perfect vision, all whitewashed walls and bougainvillea bursting with color.
Accessibility: (The "Serious" Section, Kinda)
Okay, so I'm not in a wheelchair, but I was very impressed with the accessibility. Wheelchair accessible? Yep, with ramps and elevators, it looked like they'd actually put some thought into it. No awkward, half-heartedly done things that make you feel like a second-class citizen. Very important in my book. Actually, the Elevator and Exterior corridor were quite nice. Everything felt spacious and easy to navigate. I'm guessing the Facilities for disabled guests were well-considered (although I couldn't personally test them). Kudos to the hotel for that. Even the Terrace was wonderful..
Rooms: The "Home Away From Home" (Until You Spill Jam on the White Sheets)
I'm going to focus on the Available in all rooms items… because they’ve got to be. Let's start with the good:
- Air conditioning: Essential. Absolutely essential. The Formenteran sun is no joke.
- Air conditioning: Oh yeah, I said it twice. It. Is. Essential.
- Coffee/tea maker: Bliss. That first cup of coffee on your little balcony, overlooking the sea? Chef's kiss.
- Free bottled water: Always appreciated. H2O is critical!
- Hair dryer & Slippers: The necessities.
- Internet access: Wi-Fi was decent, as advertised. Thank goodness!
- Mini bar: Tempting, if a little expensive.
- Non-smoking: Thank heavens.
- Private bathroom: Yes, please.
- Satellite/cable channels: Well, I think it worked, but with views like that, who's watching TV?
- Shower: Good water pressure is a basic human right! I swear I saw a Separate shower/bathtub
- Soundproofing: Helpful, especially when dealing with, say, a loud couple next door (cough).
- Wake-up service: Unnecessary, because the sunrise at Formentera is the best alarm clock ever invented.
- Wi-Fi [free]: Thank you, sweet baby Jesus of connectivity.
- Window that opens: Vital for the salty air!
Now, for the less-than-perfect:
- I felt a little Closted, but a bit of decluttering would have done the trick.
- My Desk felt slightly too basic, but fine to get some work done.
- The Mirror felt like it needed a clean… but then again, I am a messy person.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: (Where the Olive Oil Dreams Begin)
Alright, this is my jam. Literally. The Breakfast [buffet]? Solid. Omelets cooked to order, fresh pastries, the works. But the real star? The aforementioned olive oil. I swear, I could have bathed in the stuff. They have an Asian breakfast option (I skipped it). I wish I had have had that!
- Restaurants: Several options, all with stunning views.
- Poolside bar: Perfect for a pre-sunset Aperol Spritz (or three).
- A la carte in restaurant: Excellent options, especially if you're a seafood fiend.
- Happy hour: Yes, please!
- Coffee/tea in restaurant: The coffee and tea are all up to par.
- Western Cuisine: Yes, they do western cuisine.
And the Room service [24-hour]? A lifesaver after a long flight.
Things to Do/Ways to Relax (And Let's be Honest, Avoiding Actually "Doing" Anything):
This is where the Rosamar shines. The whole "relax and do nothing" thing is practically their motto.
Swimming pool [outdoor]: Gorgeous infinity pool with a view of the sea. Spent hours there. Zero regrets.
Spa: The Sauna, Steamroom, etc., are so good! Definitely book a massage.
Gym/fitness: I intended to go to the Fitness center, but… well, the pool was just too tempting. I did not use the Body scrub, Body wrap, so I can't comment on that, but I bet it's good.
Cleanliness and Safety (Because, You Know, We're Living in a World Still):
The hotel was spotless. Spotless! And the staff were clearly taking hygiene seriously.
- Anti-viral cleaning products: Check.
- Hand sanitizer: Everywhere.
- Daily disinfection in common areas: Seen it, loved it.
- Staff trained in safety protocol: Yup, they were on it.
Services and Conveniences (The Stuff You Might Actually Need):
Let's see…
- Air conditioning in public area: Crucial.
- Concierge: Super helpful with restaurant recommendations and arranging taxis.
- Daily housekeeping: The best!
- **Doorman: Yes, there's a doorman!
- Elevator: A big plus. Especially if you're on the higher floors.
- Luggage storage: Useful.
- Safety deposit boxes: Always a good idea.
- Terrace: Perfect for enjoying the sunset.
And for the business people… (I think I might have seen some Business facilities).
Getting Around (Because Eventually, You Have to Leave the Paradise):
- Airport transfer: Easy peasy. Stress-free.
- Car park [free of charge] & Car park [on-site]: Plenty of parking available, both free and paid.
- Taxi service: Readily available.
For the Kids (If That's Your Thing - No Judgement):
I didn't see them, but I'm pretty sure the Babysitting service is available.
The Verdict (The Rambling Ends…ish):
The Hotel Rosamar is a stellar choice for a relaxing getaway in Formentera. It's not flawless – no hotel is – but the pros far outweigh the cons. The location is incredible, the service is top-notch, and the general vibe is pure bliss. My only major complaint is that I didn't stay longer.
Final Rating: 4 out of 5 stars (and a special bonus star for the olive oil!).
Would I go back? In a heartbeat. In fact, I'm already planning my return…just as soon as I can get my hands on more of that olive oil!
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Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because we're about to dive headfirst into my (potentially disastrous, but hopefully delightful) trip to Hotel Rosamar – Emar Hotels in Formentera. Prepare for a glorious mess of sun, sangria, and potential sunburns. Here's the "itinerary," if you can even call it that – more like a loose suggestion of chaos:
DAY 1: Arrival and Existential Dread (with a splash of Paella)
- Morning (aka The Great Airport Scramble): Landed in Ibiza. Okay, gorgeous airport… but then the rental car chaos began. Remember, my goal was to be carefree, not stressed out. The car? A tiny, squeaky Fiat. Perfect. Ferry to Formentera. Ocean breeze, turquoise water… instantly felt like I'd left all my worries behind. Except, you know, the existential ones. Ferry was late. Sigh. Time to lean in.
- Afternoon: (Check-in and the "OMG, It's Real" Moment): Found Hotel Rosamar. OMG, the view from the balcony! Blue, blue, blue. Checked in. Small snafus at the reception (lost booking - apparently, I'm not a good planner). But finally, I got to my room. It felt like it was a dream. Did I really deserve this view? Maybe not, but I am here now.
- Evening: First Dinner – Paella! (And a Revelation about My Patience): Walked to a little restaurant by the beach (El Tiburon). Ordered paella. Holy mother of all delicious things! But the service… let's just say "island time" is a real thing. Waited forever. I wanted to scream, but then… I chilled. The sunset was painting the sky, my sangria was flowing, and the paella was divine. I think I’m learning to relax. Or maybe just getting drunk.
DAY 2: Beach Bliss, Boat Drama, and the Quest for the Perfect Aperol Spritz
- Morning: Playa de Ses Illetes – Paradise Found… and Lost… and Found Again: Decided to become a true beach bum. Spent the morning at Playa de Ses Illetes. I went for swimming, sunbathing, and general blissing out. The water was unreal. The sand, like powdered sugar. I lost my sunglasses. Found them. Lost my resolve to get up from the sunbed. Found it again with a swim.
- Afternoon: Boat Trip Debacle: Hired a boat. Thought I was being all glamorous. Ended up seasick. The boat had a really old engine, which made a very ominous noise. I was the only one, naturally. Regretted the tapas lunch. I nearly threw up on the poor boat captain. He was sympathetic, though. Even offered me ginger biscuits. Felt terrible, but the island view was incredible, even from the side of a small boat. We returned with the engine dying on the return.
- Evening: Aperol Spritz Mission and Sunset Struggles: The mission was to find the perfect Aperol Spritz. I tried every bar. I wanted a classic, not some watered-down mess. Struggled until the last bar of the day. Perfect! Sunset was epic. Watched the sun melt into the horizon. Then I tripped over a root.
DAY 3: Exploring the Island (and the Limits of My Spanish)
- Morning: Exploring the Island on a Scooter (Almost): Decided to be adventurous. Rented a scooter. I almost went off the road, as scooters, I’ve decided aren’t for me. Switched to a bicycle, and cycled through the countryside. Found hidden beaches. Got a little lost. My Spanish is… well, let's just say I primarily communicated through hand gestures and copious smiles.
- Afternoon: Visiting The Far de Barbaria (And Contemplating Life): Rode my bicycle to The Far de Barbaria. It's a lighthouse perched dramatically on a cliff. Breathtaking. Felt a surge of… something. Contemplation? Regret? The wind was fierce. Spent an hour just staring out at the endless blue.
- Evening: Dinner with a View, (Maybe a Tad TOO Much View): Checked out a fancy restaurant with a seaside view. It looked stunning, but the portions were small. I had to order a second course. Got the bill. Nearly had a heart attack. Decided to try to find a more reasonable restaurant with a less exclusive view.
DAY 4: Repeat and Reflect (And Maybe a Bit More Paella)
- Morning: Beach Day Part 2 (With a Twist, this time I came down as a master of beach) Back to Playa de Ses Illetes. This time, I brought a book. I ended up ditching reading in favour of people-watching (the best sport). Watched a couple argue over the perfect sunbathing angle. Smiled to myself.
- Afternoon: The Great Nap: Napping in the sun is an art. Managed to master the art of the nap.
- Evening: The Paella Comeback (Take 2) and a Deep Dive into my Feelings : Went back to that little beachside restaurant for more paella. The service was still slow, but I was a changed woman. I've learned to manage these small things. I started to feel sentimental about leaving. Realized I didn’t want to go home.
DAY 5: Departure (And a Promise to Return)
- Morning: Last Swim, Last View: One last swim. One last look at the turquoise water.
- Afternoon: The Airport Scramble, Part Deux: Ferry. Taxi. Airport. Tears welling up (don’t tell anyone).
- Evening: Home: The trip's over. I'm going home, a little more weathered, a lot more relaxed, and definitely with a serious paella craving. I'll return to the island.
So there you have it: my Formentera adventure. It wasn't perfect. It was messy. It was real. And it was absolutely magical. Now, where's that bottle of wine? I deserve it. And maybe, just maybe, I'll start planning the next trip… hopefully with a slightly less rusty car.
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Okay, so, Rosamar Hotel... is it *actually* paradise? I'm cynical, you know.
Alright, alright, you've got the right to be cynical. "Paradise" gets thrown around faster than paella shells at a beach picnic. Honestly? Rosamar isn't *perfect*. There were tiny ants in my room, and the Wi-Fi hiccuped more than I did after one too many mojitos. But... there's a *feeling* there. A certain, "I could stay here forever and just listen to the waves" kind of vibe. The turquoise water? Unreal. The sunsets? Forget about it – they're the kind that make you tear up a little. So, no, not *perfect*, but definitely... close. Maybe "Paradise-Adjacent"?
What's the *real* deal with the rooms? Are they as cute as the photos make them seem?
Okay, let's be real. Instagram lies. But… the rooms ARE pretty damn nice. I wouldn't say "cute," more like "comfortably chic, with a touch of sun-bleached charm." My room had a balcony overlooking the sea, which was AMAZING. The bathroom? Clean, functional, and mercifully free of those weird hotel-brand soaps that strip your skin of all moisture. The AC worked a treat too, which is ESSENTIAL in Formentera. HOWEVER, the plumbing wasn't perfect. One morning, the shower went rogue and decided to alternate between freezing and scalding. Took a while to sort that one out! But hey, it's part of the adventure, right? Adds character!
Food! Tell me about the food! I live to eat. Is it good? Is it overpriced? BE HONEST.
Listen, the food at Rosamar is… GOOD. Like, surprisingly good. They have a breakfast buffet that's a bit of a free-for-all, but in a good way. Think fresh fruit, pastries that actually taste like something, and the best coffee I had on the island. Lunch at the beachside restaurant? Divine. Simple, fresh seafood, amazing salads, and the kind of sangria that whispers sweet nothings in your ear. Dinner? A little more formal, a little more fancy, but worth it. It's not cheap, mind you. This is Formentera, darling. Everything's a little pricey. But the quality is there. And the view? Unbeatable. Okay, I'm suddenly hungry. MUST. GET. SEAFOOD. NOW.
Location, location, location! How's the positioning of the hotel? Is it beach-adjacent, what about other amenities?
The location is *everything*. Seriously. Rosamar is practically ON the beach. You can stumble out of your room, practically roll onto the sand (though I wouldn't recommend it, it's a long way to roll), and BAM! Turquoise perfection. There's a little beach bar right there, perfect for pre-dinner cocktails. You're also close enough to Es Pujols (the main town) to get a good meal and go shopping. It's about a 10-minute bike ride. On the other hand, you are a LITTLE bit removed from the crazy party scene. Which, honestly? Was a HUGE plus for me. I went to relax, and I did. Perfect balance, in my opinion. Renting a bike is almost mandatory, even though I fell off mine and scraped my knee the first day. Worth it.
What's the vibe? Is it all couples canoodling, or are there singles and families too?
The vibe is… chilled out. Relaxed. Peaceful. It's not a place for raging parties, though there were definitely some people enjoying themselves. There are couples, yes, but also singles, families with well-behaved children (thank god), and groups of friends. Everyone's there to unwind and enjoy the beauty of the island. I, unfortunately, went alone, which was great. I really felt like I did what I wanted, when I wanted. It was very meditative. Which turned into an existential crisis on a sun-lounger. Don't worry, it passed. Eventually. Mostly.
The staff. Friendly? Helpful? Or the kind that make you want to scream?
The staff were generally lovely! They were helpful without being overbearing, and seemed genuinely happy to be there. Which is always a good sign, right? One time, I locked myself out of my room at 3 AM (don't ask), and security came to the rescue with exactly zero judgement. Another time, I managed to spill red wine ALL OVER my white linen shirt. The lady at the front desk helped me get it cleaned. They were patient, kind, and spoke excellent English. Big thanks to whoever runs that place!
Okay, so, the BEACH. Give me the gritty details. How's the sand? The water? Are there hordes of people?
The beach… Oh, the beach. The sand is that powdery, white stuff that feels amazing between your toes. The water? CRYSTAL clear. Seriously, you can see right to the bottom. And the color… it's a gradient of blues and greens that will make your jaw drop. The best part? It's not CRAZY crowded. Obviously, it gets busier in high season, but even then, it doesn't feel overwhelming. There's enough space for everyone to spread out and find their own little slice of paradise. One day, I spent a solid three hours just floating in the water, staring at the sky. It was bliss. I could probably dedicate a whole section on that experience alone, I think I will.
Is there a pool? And if so, is it any good?
Yes, there's a pool! A pretty decent-sized one, actually. Not the massive, Olympic-sized thing, but big enough for a proper swim. It's clean, well-maintained, and surrounded by sun loungers. It's a good option if you're not a fan of the salty sea (although, let's be honest, the sea is where it's at). I mainly stuck to the beach myself. I’m not a huge pool person, but the pool area seemed lovely. They do, however, have one of those "rules" about reserving sun loungers, which, let's be honest, is a bit of a joke, nobody pays attention.
Okay, okay, you've gushed enough. The one biggest downside? Hit me.
Alright, alright, I'll stop being such a sycophant. The biggest downside? Honestly? The price. It's not a *cheap* holiday. Expect to spend a bit of money. Food, drinks, activities… it all adds up. Formentera is known for its exclusivity, and the Rosamar reflects that. But, and this is a bigUnforgettable Tuscan Feast: Casprini's Hidden Gem in Greve in Chianti
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