Escape to Paradise: Villamartin Golf, Sea Views, & Private Pool in Torrevieja!
Escape to Paradise: Villamartin Golf, Sea Views, & Private Pool in Torrevieja!
Escape to Paradise: Villamartin Golf, Sea Views, & Private Pool - A Review That's Actually Real (And Maybe a Little Crazy)
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your average fluffy hotel review. I just got back from Casa de Locura… I mean, I thought I was going to Paradise, but it's more like Almost Paradise. We're talking about Escape to Paradise: Villamartin Golf, Sea Views, & Private Pool in Torrevieja. Does it live up to the hype? Let's spill the tea (or more likely, the sangria) in a review that's as unpredictable as my last holiday playlist.
First Impressions (or, the 'Is This Heaven?' Moment):
Honestly? The photos don't lie. That private pool? Stunning. The sea views? Glorious. I was picturing myself lounging like a Roman emperor, sipping something fruity, totally zen. The reality? A little bit more…chaotic.
Accessibility: A Mixed Bag of Bliss and Blunders
I don't personally need wheelchair accessibility, but I always check. This seems to have facilities, which is great. However, I didn’t see any specific info, so call ahead! They mention "Facilities for disabled guests" on the list of Services, but I need to know specifics, right? Like, are the paths smooth? Ramps? Wide doorways? This is a definite "contact property for clarification" moment.
The Aesthetics of Existence: Inside & Out
- Exterior: Gorgeous. The views are unreal. You can see the coast stretch out, and the golf course is there, so… it's paradise, right? Well, let's get to it.
- Rooms: They're well-equipped with all the basics, Air Conditioning is a must, and the mini-bar is stocked with essentials for the holiday. I'm talking essentials- like, a mini bottle of wine at all times. They are non-smoking, but let's be real - you can get away with it on the balcony.
Cleanliness and Safety: My Anxious Inner Self's Verdict
Okay, here's where I got slightly obsessive. Especially post-pandemic, you know? They claim they use anti-viral cleaning products (thank the lord!). There's also hand sanitizer everywhere, which I appreciated. I felt like they took cleanliness seriously, but did I still wipe down everything with my own anti-bacterial wipes? You betcha. I’m a creature of habit. You can opt-out of room sanitization, which is a nice touch, and the staff is trained in safety protocols… which, again, is reassuring. The little things matter, like hot water and laundry services.
The Dining Experience(s): From Buffet Bliss to "Why Did I Order That?"
- Restaurants/Bars: They've got a few, which is a bonus. There's a nice bar by the pool where you can sink that fruity cocktail from the moment you arrive, and another with a nice terrace. The a la carte setup is good if you are looking for a nice evening.
- Breakfast: They have a beautiful buffet service, which I love – it's perfect for piling up those pastries before a day by the pool, and it had a bit of everything! I was impressed. They even had an option for a takeaway - brilliant!
- The Food: Honestly, it was a mixed bag. Some meals were divine, especially the paella. Others? Let's just say my taste buds weren't exactly doing fireworks. Sometimes I asked myself, "Why did I order that?!" I found myself wishing for more simple, solid options, but the presentation/ambiance was spot on.
Things to Do: Relax, and Then Do Some More Relaxing (and Maybe Golf)
Okay, this is where things get interesting. The private pool is, obviously, the main event. Pure bliss. But, should the sun get monotonous?
- Pools, Spa, and Other Stuff: They give you plenty of options! If you can pull yourself away from your private pool, there's also an outdoor swimming pool, sauna, a steam room and even a fitness center.
- Ways to Relax: I went full-on self-care mode. I had a massage (heaven!), a body scrub (smooth as a baby dolphin), and even tried a foot bath (felt like my feet were floating on clouds). There's a spa, so if spa days are your jam, you're in luck.
- Golf…If That's Your Thing: It's right there. Apparently, Villamartin is a golf paradise. I'm more of a "nap by the pool" kind of gal, but the option exists, and I've heard the course is amazing.
Rooms – The Real Nitty-Gritty:
Okay, let’s get real. The rooms are your sanctuary. The heart of your stay.
- In-Room Perks: Air Conditioning is a non-negotiable, and thankfully it worked like a dream. Free Wi-Fi in the rooms? Yes, please! But I also value a comfy bed, and this one delivered. The coffee/tea maker? Essential for my morning ritual, and the refrigerator perfect for keeping the sangria chilled.
- Bathroom Bonanza: Separate shower/bathtub is always a win for me. The slippers and bathrobes? Little touches that make you feel pampered, and the toiletries were actually decent quality.
- The Imperfection: I will say, the "sea view" from my room was slightly obstructed by a tree. Tiny complaints that might annoy a princess, but I was too busy enjoying the view.
- The Private Pool Factor: We were fortunate enough to have a room, and it was magic. Quiet solitude, sunbathing, just pure bliss. Forget the world. Make sure you get a place with a private pool!
Services and Conveniences - The Little Extras I Always Appreciate
- Essentials: Daily housekeeping is appreciated.
- Practicalities: Laundry service, dry cleaning, and an ironing service are also available. There's an elevator (phew!), and a luggage storage area. 24-hour front desk is always nice.
- Extras: Cash withdrawal, a convenience store, and a gift/souvenir shop are there.
For the Kids (If You Have 'Em - I Don't!):
- They seem pretty family-friendly. They have babysitting services, and kids' facilities for entertaining the little ones.
Getting Around - The Quest to Find Paradise (and the Airport)
- Airport Transfer: Airport transfer is a must.
- Parking: Their car park is free, which is always appreciated.
In conclusion…
Would I recommend "Escape to Paradise"? Yes. It's a beautiful place with some charming features. The private pool alone is worth the price of admission.
My Random Thoughts and Quirkiness:
- The Sound of Silence: It makes you feel like you can actually hear the waves. That's how quiet it is!
- The Staff: Everyone was friendly and helpful.
- The Overall Vibe: Comfortable and relaxing.
- My Rating: 4.5 Stars (minus 0.5 because of some mild food hiccups and because I want to see details on accessibility). It’s almost perfect, definitely a solid choice for a relaxing break. Just remember to pack your own wipes, and maybe your own snack stash.
Okay, buckle up, buttercups! This isn't your perfectly polished travel brochure. This is life, Villamartin-style, and it will be messy. Here goes:
Villamartin Golf & Sea: A Spanish Sardine Adventure (aka My Trip)
Day 1: Arrival & Total Chaos
- 10:00 AM: Landed in Alicante. Ryanair. Need I say more? The flight was a symphony of screaming babies and aggressive baggage-claim elbows. Found my rental car (a charmingly dinged-up Fiat Panda). My Spanish is… well, let's just say pointing vigorously and repeating "Villamartin?" helped.
- 11:30 AM: Got hopelessly lost. Waze was a liar! Ended up in a slightly scary industrial estate. Found my way (eventually). Victory!
- 1:00 PM: Arrived at the apartment. "Terrasse Pool Parking Wifi Torrevieja." Sounds idyllic, right? Well, first impressions… slightly smaller than the photos. The "sea view" is more like a "peeking-through-the-trees-view." The pool? Looks good… from a distance. Parking? Pray for a space, basically. The wifi? Let's hope it's better than the last one I used.
- 1:30 PM: Unpacked. I immediately realized I'd brought way too many shoes, and not enough sunscreen. Panic sets in.
- 2:00 PM: Lunch. Decided to be brave and wandered into the local tapas bar. Ordered something that looked vaguely familiar (tortilla espanola – YES!), but had no idea what the other things were. Ended up with something involving what I think was octopus. It might have put up a fight.
- 3:30 PM - Onwards: Nap time. This heat is doing things to me.
Day 2: Golf (Attempted) & Poolside Disasters
- 8:00 AM: Woke up with a mild hangover from that octopus encounter. Why did I think that was a good idea? Sunscreen, check. Golf clubs, check. Optimism? Highly debatable.
- 9:00 AM: Arrived at Villamartin Golf Course. Pretentious! So many people with pristine white trousers. I felt like I'd wandered onto a fashion show for rich people.
- 9:30 AM - 12:00 PM: Golf. Let's be honest, "golf" is a strong word. More like "attempted to hit a small white ball with a large stick and failing spectacularly, while sweating profusely". I think I spent more time in the rough than on the fairway. The ball seemed to have some kind of personal vendetta against me. My swing looked like a drunken flamingo trying to dance. Almost hit an elderly gentleman with a rogue shot. He glared. I mumbled an apology in English.
- 12:30 PM: Drowned my sorrows at the clubhouse. A large, ice-cold beer was a lifesaver. And some greasy fries. Pure bliss.
- 2:00 PM: The pool beckons! Finally, a chance to relax. The pool's nice, until the inevitable. A group of excitable kids splashing around, all I wanted was to read my book.
- 3:00 PM: Disaster number two: Sunburn. Apparently, "high-factor" sunscreen is still not a superpower. I'm currently the color of a cooked lobster. This is not going to end well…
- 4:00 PM: Nap time. Again.
Day 3: Beach, Beaches, and More Beach
- 9:00 AM: Tried, failed, to eat breakfast. My sunburn is really kicking in. I applied more aloe vera.
- 10:00 AM: Beach time! Headed to La Zenia Beach (thankfully, it’s not far). The water is crystal clear, the sand is soft, and I vow to never leave.
- 10:30 AM - 1:00 PM: Spent the morning swimming, sunbathing (carefully!), and people-watching. So many Speedos. So much beige. So much happiness.
- 1:00 PM: Lunch at a beachside chiringuito. Fresh seafood, cold beer, and the sound of the waves… pure heaven. Found a very lovely, very old, lady with very white teeth. She gave me a small pep talk.
- 2:30 PM: Stumbled back to the beach.
- 4:00 PM: Beach part two. I'm getting good at this, this beach life is amazing.
- 5:00 PM: Attempted to walk home.
- 5:30 PM: I lost myself. Again. Spanish signs confuse me.
- 6:00 PM: Finally found my way back.
- 7:00 PM: Dinner. Got brave and ordered paella at a restaurant. It was amazing. Even worth the risk.
Day 4: Torrevieja Town & the Wandering Mind
- 9:00 AM: Back on the road. Headed to Torrevieja town- a gorgeous place nearby.
- 10:00 AM: I got lost. The roads were a mess.
- 11:00 AM: Finally found the town. It's a tourist town.
- 12:00 AM: I wandered the street, found a cafe, and had an amazing coffee.
- 1:00 PM: Wandered the shop. Picked up a few souvenirs.
- 2:00 PM: Found a beautiful park and sat there. I closed my eyes, and thought of my life. My work. My friends. My family. I thought 'what am I working toward?'.
- 3:00 PM: The day began to feel less messy, and I looked at my phone. Not a single call, or message.
- 4:00 PM: Headed back to the town.
- 5:00 PM: I went to the beach. It's a bit like being reborn. When you're there, the sun, the water, the sand. You let go of everything.
- 6:00 PM: Left the beach, and returned home. I felt calmer.
Day 5: The Day of the Market!
- 9:00 AM: Woke up to the birds. The weather's changed today, and is cloudy.
- 10:00 AM: Off to the Villamartin market.
- 10:30 AM: I arrived to the market. The first stall had the best clothing, and the best oranges I have ever seen.
- 12:00 PM: I got distracted by a cute dog, and wandered off.
- 1:00 PM: I bought some souvenirs.
- 2:00 PM: Lunch at a cute restaurant.
- 3:00 PM: Back to the apartment.
- 4:00 PM: Had a nap. Felt a bit sick.
- 5:00 PM: Rest.
- 6:00 PM: Prepared for tomorrow.
Day 6: Departures & Reflections (Or, How Did I Survive?)
- 8:00 AM: Packing. The aftermath of my sartorial splurges. Realized I definitely overpacked.
- 9:00 AM: One last attempt to relax by the pool (ignoring the fact I'm now peeling like a snake). Found a decent spot, read a book. Someone turned the music up.
- 10:00 AM: Did some last-minute gift shopping.
- 11:00 AM: Checked out. Say goodbye to the apartment.
- 12:00 PM: Headed to the airport. Traffic. Another reason to hate Ryanair.
- 1:00 PM: The airport was a nightmare. Crowds, delays, more screaming babies.
- 4:00 PM: Arrived back home. Exhausted, sunburnt, and slightly broke. But…
- 4:30 PM: Stumbled back in my door.
- 5:00 PM: Put on my favorite playlist.
- 6:00 PM: Had dinner.
- 7:00 PM: Watched whatever movie I wanted.
- 8:00 PM: Slept. Peace.
Final Thoughts:
Villamartin. It was a mixed bag, wasn't it? Golf was a disaster, I nearly got arrested for not knowing Spanish, I spent half the time lost or in the pool. My skin is now a map of the sun's wrath. But… the food. The beaches. The hazy, laid-back vibe. The sheer unpredictability of it all. Even with all the fails, I wouldn't trade it for anything. It was a mess, yes, but it was
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Escape to Paradise: Villamartin - Or, My Brain's Summer Rental...
Okay, seriously, what *is* this place? Sounds too good to be true...
Alright, alright, let's cut the crap. We're talking about a villa in Villamartin, near Torrevieja, Spain. Think: sun, sea views (supposedly fantastic ones, I'll get to those), a private pool (essential, let's be honest), and golf nearby. The marketing blurb drips with promises of "luxury" and "escape." My brain? Well, it was mostly escaping *reality* by the end of the week. It's all about expectations, okay?
First impressions? Bloody gorgeous, honestly. The pictures don't quite do it justice, which is a rare thing! I mean, the *smell* of the jasmine in the air hit me like a wave as I unlocked the door. That's a good start. I felt like I'd landed in a travel brochure... until I realized the first thing I needed was a proper corkscrew. (Lesson learned: pack one. The cheap ones always break). Anyway... good vibes, initially. Really, really good vibes.
The sea views? Are they actually sea views, or are they "sea views" like, you can *vaguely* see the glimmer of water through some palm trees?
Okay, this is important. Let's be honest. I am a sucker for a good sea view. And yes, the sea *was* visible. Magnificently so, most of the time. You could sit on the balcony (and I did. A lot) and just... *breathe*. It felt truly liberating. Sunrise, sunset, all that jazz... it was a proper postcard vista.
But, and it's a small "but," sometimes... and I'm talking about the occasional foggy morning, the angle wasn't *quite* as dramatic as the photos suggested. A couple of trees were in the way sometimes. But overall, yeah, the sea views are REAL. Glorious, even. Worth the early wake-up call (just to have the balcony all to myself with a steaming cup of coffee, okay?). And that's a big YES from me.
The pool... How's the pool? Because that's make or break, right?
Oh, the pool. My therapist (just kidding! Mostly...) would probably say my relationship with the pool was "complex." It was, for a significant portion of the trip, the *only* place I wanted to be. It was the perfect temperature. It was sparkling clean. It was private. It was... freedom.
Now, let's talk about the "complex" part. I spend *hours* floating around on a rubber ring, reading, listening to music, and trying – and failing – to master the art of doing absolutely nothing. It was idyllic... mostly. One tiny snag, a minor detail, which is that the pool was a bit more shallow than I expected, so I wasn't exactly able to exercise as much as I thought I would. But hey maybe it was a blessing in disguise, given that the food was delicious, and those lazy days were perfect.
And then, for some reason, I decided on a whim (and maybe a little too much sangria) to try and do a handstand. Let's just say, the pool water was a bit less sparkling afterwards. Don't try handstands in the pool, people. Just... don't. Unless you want to be picking things from the bottom for an hour.
What's Villamartin like generally? Is it all golf and retirees, or is there, like, *life*?
Okay, look, Villamartin *is* a bit heavily influenced by golf. There are golf courses. There are people in golf gear. You'll probably see a lot of golf carts. However, don't let that scare you off if you're not a golfer. It honestly isn't *entirely* dominated by it. There's a good mix of… well, of people. Plus, the Villamartin Plaza is a really nice place for a meal in the evening. A beautiful place.
Finding a good restaurant was fun. Tons of choices. So, yes, good food is there, but it's not a 100 percent guarantee. Don't make a booking at only one restaurant. Just saying. I have my experiences of not booking the right one (I'll leave that for another time), so I recommend you to do some searching online before you arrive!
Torrevieja - any good? Or is it just another tourist trap?
Ah, Torrevieja. Yeah, a bit touristy. But that's not necessarily a bad thing! The beaches are lovely, the promenade is great for an evening stroll (wind permitting, because sometimes the wind is a bit much). Think bustling atmosphere. Think lots of restaurants and shops. Think... slightly chaotic at times. It's a good day out! You can escape the villa and go and do more things, and have a great day there. Also, if you enjoy the night life, then you're in luck!
I went to a market one day. Got some (questionable) sunglasses, some amazing olives. It was very *Spanish*. There's life there beyond the tourist traps. You just have to look for it. Or, in my case, stumble into it while lost and slightly sunburnt.
Overall vibe? Worth the money? Would you go back? Spill the tea!
Alright, verdict time. Honestly? Yeah, it's worth it. Is it perfect? Hell no. But it was a genuinely relaxing break. A place where I could switch off, recharge, and generally just wallow in sunshine (and, let's be honest, a considerable amount of ice cream).
I'd go back. Maybe with a better corkscrew. Maybe with stronger handstand skills. And definitely with a plan to eat more tapas. The imperfections are part of the charm, you know? The little things that make it *real*. It's not a sterile hotel room experience, it's a *home*. And that feeling is worth more than any perfect sunset or perfectly shallow swimming pool.
Any hidden gems or insider tips?
Okay, listen up. First, learn a few basic Spanish phrases. It'll make a huge difference (even if you butcher them, like *I* did). Second, the local supermarkets are your friend – stock up on essentials (and wine!) toDelphin Imperial Antalya: Turkey's Paradise Awaits!
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