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Escape to Paradise: Hotel Leone, Italy - My Honest (and Messy) Review
Okay, let's be real. Planning a vacation? It's a minefield. So, I just got back from the legendary (or so they say) Escape to Paradise: Hotel Leone, Italy, and, well, buckle up. This review? It's gonna be more "real" than a perfectly filtered Instagram post. Think warts and all, people.
First Impressions (and the Airport Shuffle):
Getting there? Ugh. Airport transfers are a necessary evil, right? Hotel Leone actually offers an airport transfer, which is a relief. I'd recommend it, especially after that transatlantic flight. You know, the one where your legs feel like concrete and you’re already fantasizing about a pool with a view.
Accessibility: (Important for some, but…)
Now, I'm relatively able-bodied, so I didn’t specifically need to experience their wheelchair accessibility. But, I did notice the elevator, which is a HUGE win for anyone with mobility issues. And the website does mention facilities for disabled guests, which is a plus.
Rooms: Comfort, Clutter, and the Quest for Blackout Curtains
My room? It was… fine. Let's start with the good: Air conditioning (THANK GOD), free Wi-Fi (yes, it works!), a decent desk for those moments you have to begrudgingly check emails, the bathtub was glorious after a long day of exploring, and the bathrobes (yes, plural!) are a nice touch. They also had a hair dryer—essential for us ladies who like to pretend we know how to do our hair on holiday.
The bad? The blackout curtains weren’t…totally blackout. I'm a light sleeper -- I need total darkness to sleep. It was a minor inconvenience, but worth noting if you're like me. Also, I really hate that i hate to say it the space around the toilet itself was a little cramped. I should have asked for a bigger room since many are available.
There was a safe box which is always reassuring. They also had a refrigerator which is great for storing snacks and keeping the free bottled water cold. I was able to watch on-demand movies on the large satellite/cable channels t.v. and i liked listening to music with my alarm clock. I am very glad the hotel has soundproof rooms and the window that opens is fantastic for some fresh air which can be lacking in old European hotels. But honestly, it's one of those things you don't really register until after you're already there.
Dining, Drinking, and the Carb-Loading Olympics:
Okay, let's get to the fun part. FOOD. Hotel Leone has a few dining options. The breakfast [buffet] was pretty solid, with a good range of International cuisine and Western breakfast options and even some Asian breakfast options. Lots of Coffee/tea. I'm a sucker for desserts in restaurant and the sweets were amazing!
And this is where it gets really good. The poolside bar. Oh. My. God. Picture this: sun blazing, a gentle breeze, and a perfectly made Aperol Spritz. Pure. Bliss. They also have a snack bar, which is ideal for those mid-afternoon munchies. I spent a good chunk of my vacation parked at that poolside bar.
There's also a main Restaurant with A la carte as well as Buffet in restaurant. Sadly, I didn't try the Vegetarian restaurant, but there was Salad in restaurant, and Soup in restaurant. If you're counting calories, though, it might be tough. Remember, you're in Italy! Carbs are practically a national religion. Just embrace it.
Things to Do (and Avoiding the Tourists):
Hotel Leone is in a killer spot! The hotel’s concierge was SUPER helpful with recommendations. I saw the Shrine they describe..and I did a tour.
Ways to Relax: Spa Days and the Quest for Zen
I'm a spa junkie, and Hotel Leone did not disappoint. They have a proper Spa, with Sauna, Steamroom, and Massage options. I indulged in a Body scrub and Body wrap on separate days. (Spoiler alert: I felt like a new woman afterward.) There's also a Foot bath to soak those weary travel feet. They've got a dedicated Spa/sauna area for those who want it all.
They also have a Fitness center and Gym/fitness which I did not touch…but they had it. In case you're feeling guilty about all the pasta.
Cleanliness and Safety: Post-COVID Vibes
Okay, let's talk about the elephant in the room: COVID. Hotel Leone takes things seriously. They definitely had Hand sanitizer everywhere, and the staff seemed well-trained in safety protocol. They're doing all the right things: Daily disinfection in common areas, Rooms sanitized between stays, and Safe dining setup. I especially appreciated the Cashless payment service (no fumbling with Euros!), and the Hot water linen and laundry washing. They also has a Doctor/nurse on call.
Services and Conveniences: The Little Things That Matter
They’ve got Daily housekeeping. Luggage storage. Dry cleaning. And a well-stocked convenience store in case you forget something (sunscreen, toothpaste, a spare charger, which totally didn't happen to me.)
They even have some business facilities like Xerox/fax in business center and Meetings room, and the Air conditioning in public area.
For the Kids (and Escaping the Chaos):
I didn’t travel with kids, but I saw a few families there who seemed happy. Hotel Leone offers Babysitting service and Kids meal. Their Family/child friendly vibe is definitely something.
Getting Around: Navigating the Italian Chaos
They offer an Airport transfer (essential, remember?!), Taxi service, and Car park [free of charge]. There's also a Car park [on-site] and Valet parking. If you're feeling adventurous, they also have Bicycle parking.
The Quirks, the Imperfections, and Why I'd Go Back
Okay, so, it wasn't perfect. No hotel ever is. Maybe the WiFi was a little spotty in my room at times. And the service? While generally amazing, there were times when the staff seemed a bit… rushed. The Italian charm, ya know?
But overall… I loved it. I really did. The location is fantastic, the spa is divine, the food is incredible, and they handle the COVID stuff well. And that pool… that pool is pure magic.
My Recommendation (and a Steal of a Deal):
So, would I recommend Escape to Paradise: Hotel Leone? Absolutely, yes. It's a mix of luxury and practicality, and that's exactly what I was after.
And now, for the hook! The offer!
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Alright, buckle up buttercups. This ain't your sterile, brochure-perfect itinerary. This is my attempt to conquer Hotel Leone, Italy, and the chaotic aftermath of my (mis)adventures. Prepare for a rollercoaster of emotions, questionable decisions, and way too much pasta.
Hotel Leone: Operation "Exist Without Utter Embarrassment" (and Maybe Eat Some Pizza)
Day 1: Arrival – Terror in Translation and a Pasta-Induced Coma
Morning (ish): Arrived at the airport in Rome. Holy mother of all that is holy, does the ground crew hate English speakers? Spent a solid hour wrestling with luggage carts, confused signage, and the sheer, overwhelming Italian-ness of it all. Found the train to the hotel – victory! (Cue internal jazz hands).
Afternoon: Arrived at Hotel Leone. "Charming" is the word, yeah? More like "slightly crumbling, but undeniably charming." Checked in. The lobby smelled faintly of lemon and desperation. My room… well, let's just say the view of the back alley held a certain je ne sais quoi charm.
Afternoon (Late): The hunger. That primal, gnawing hunger. Found a trattoria near the hotel. "Oh, you just must try the carbonara," the waiter had said, with a wink that could power a small city. The carbonara arrived. It was… a revelation. Creamy, eggy, with just the right amount of pancetta. I may have blacked out briefly in a pasta-induced bliss. Woke up with sauce on my face and a profound sense of Italian happiness.
Evening: Went to bed. Fell asleep almost immediately, filled with pasta glory and the faint hum of the city outside.
Day 2: Vatican City – A Spiritual Rollercoaster and a Pizza-Hole Stop
Morning: Dragged myself out of bed, fueled by lukewarm coffee and the promise of pizza. Headed to Vatican City. The sheer scale of St. Peter's Square almost broke me. So many people, so much marble, so many opportunities to accidentally elbow a nun. The Sistine Chapel… wow. Michelangelo's ceiling is legitimately breathtaking. I may have shed a tear. Don't judge me.
Afternoon: The Vatican Museums. Lost in a sea of ancient artifacts and echoing halls. My brain was starting to ache from art overload. I almost took a selfie with a sarcophagus. Decided against it. Found a small, shady courtyard and collapsed for a few minutes. Needed air. Needed a snack. Needed, desperately, a map to get out of this maze.
Afternoon (Late): Found a wonderful little pizza place. Seriously. This pizza was the stuff of legends. Thin, crispy crust, perfectly balanced toppings. I was so lost in the moment that I completely forgot to take a picture. The ultimate travesty. In fact, it was so good, I may or may not have gone back twice. (Don't tell anyone).
Evening: Attempted to find a specific souvenir. Failed. Got lost. Ended up in a dark alley. Probably the best alley I've ever been in. Headed back to the hotel, slightly bewildered but still buzzing from the pizza.
Day 3: Trevi Fountain Fiascos and the Art of Aperitivo
Morning: Trek to Trevi Fountain. The crowds were thick, the selfies were relentless. The fountain, though undeniably gorgeous, felt a bit… commercial. Threw my coin. Made a wish for world peace, and maybe a winning lottery ticket. You know, just in case.
Afternoon: Got hopelessly lost seeking a secret garden. Ended up in a bustling market instead. The smells! The colours! The sheer vibrancy of the place! Bought an overpriced (but beautiful) leather bag. No regrets!
Afternoon (Late): Found an aperitivo bar. This is where Italy truly shines. Spritzes, snacks, the golden hour light… Pure bliss. Sat there for a couple of hours, people-watching, sipping my spritz, and feeling a little bit in love with life.
Evening: Wandered around aimlessly, listening to the city sounds, and thinking about the pizza. Decided on an early night. Still recovering from the art overdose.
Day 4: The Unplanned Adventure - or How I Lost My Phone (and Found a New Friend)
Morning: Decided to finally climb up to the rooftop of the Hotel. I had a stunning view of the church outside, and I could see the back alley.
Afternoon: I went to get food. On the way back, I lost my phone. Disaster - absolutely ruined my vacation. I went back to the alley to look for it, and found a kind man helping a cat. He helped me look for my phone. I didn't find it, but I did make a new friend.
Evening: I watched the sunset with my new friend and the cat. We ate pizza, and drank Aperol.
Day 5: Departure - Farewell, Italy, You Glorious Mess!
Morning: Woke up with a profound sense of melancholy. I had to leave. The hotel. The food. The chaos. The joy.
Afternoon: Took the train to the airport. Navigated the airport with a newfound sense of confidence (thanks, pizza). Boarded the plane.
Evening: Landed back home. The world seemed a bit duller, a bit less vibrant. I missed the heat, the noise, the pasta, and the people. Packing my bags to return. I'm already planning my return. I want that pizza. I want to get lost again. Italy, you beautiful, messy beast, I'll be back!
Escape to Paradise: Hotel Leone, Italy - Your Dream Vacation (Maybe... Hopefully?) - Let's Get Real!
Okay, so... Hotel Leone. Is it *really* paradise? Because let's be honest, the internet lies. A LOT.
Alright, let's rip off the Band-Aid: Paradise is a strong word. It's *Italian* paradise, which, you know, comes close. Picture this: I booked a balcony room, expecting *la dolce vita*. Walked in, and the view? Stunning. Like, jaw-dropping. The sea? Crystal clear. But then the AC sputtered. Like, *sputtered*. And the shower... well, let's just say I've seen wider streams in a leaky faucet. So, paradise? With a side of "rustic charm," maybe. Definitely beautiful though, that view... I could practically *taste* the limoncello just looking at it. Almost made up for the luke-warm shower situation. Almost.
What's the food like? Because a bad vacation can be salvaged by good food. Or completely ruined by bad food. This is crucial.
Okay, the food. This is where Hotel Leone *mostly* redeems itself. Breakfast? Glorious. Fresh pastries that practically melt in your mouth. The espresso? Forget about it, you'll be bouncing off the walls (in a good way) by lunchtime. Dinner's a bit of a gamble. One night, the pasta was divine – perfectly al dente, glistening with olive oil and tomatoes. The next? A bit... *underwhelming*. Like someone forgot to season it. But hey, the view from the restaurant makes up for a lot. And the local wine? Worth the entire trip. Absolutely. Absolutely worth it. Just don't go expecting Michelin star perfection every night. Real Italian cooking, some days you win, some days... well, there's always the pastries at breakfast.
The beach. Is the beach as good as the pictures? Because Photoshop can be a cruel mistress.
The beach... okay, the beach *was* as good as the pictures. Sand so fine, it felt like walking on powdered sugar. The water? That turquoise you only see in travel magazines. But! AND this is a huge but... get there early. Seriously. Because by mid-morning, all the prime sunbathing real estate is claimed. I'm talking towels everywhere, fighting for space like a pack of rabid seagulls. One morning, I swear I saw a woman *guarding* her sun lounger with a strategically placed beach umbrella and a glare that could curdle milk. So, yes, the beach is gorgeous. But be prepared for the beach-chair Olympics. It's a sport. And I'm pretty sure I lost. Consistently.
What if I don't speak Italian? Am I doomed to a vacation of awkward hand gestures and charades?
Okay, so, my Italian? Let's just say it's... *developing*. The staff at Hotel Leone? Mostly wonderful. Many speak at least some English. But there were moments, oh, *moments* when I felt like a mime in a particularly confusing play. Ordering coffee became a performance art piece. The cleaning lady, bless her heart, tried to explain something with a flurry of hand motions and a passionate expression that involved a lot of pointing at my balcony. Turns out, it was a warning about the seagulls. They're ruthless. Bring a phrasebook. And maybe some patience. And be prepared to learn the universal language of *amore* (love), and a slightly frantic pantomime of the word "seagull". It's a fun experience. Really. And the local Italian people love the effort.
Activities? What can I *do* besides melt into a sun lounger (tempting as that sounds)?
Activities. Ugh. That's a good question, because honestly, I spent a lot of time on that sun lounger, fighting for a spot on the beach. There are boat trips, which are supposed to be amazing. I *meant* to go. I really did. But... the sun was so warm. The book was so good. The idea of actually *moving* felt like a Herculean task. There's also exploring the local town, which is charming and colorful, but be warned: the streets are *steep*. My calves screamed in protest. You can hike, visit ancient ruins, but let me tell you, the siren song of the sea is STRONG. Very strong. I feel like I kinda failed on the activity front. Mostly. But hey, I have an awesome tan, and felt completely relaxed (minus the occasional seagull attack). So, maybe that's a win?
Okay, let's talk about the *vibe*. Is it romantic? Family-friendly? Party central? Or a chaotic mix of all three?
Vibe check! Okay, Hotel Leone is... a bit of everything. There were couples, gazing longingly into each other's eyes over candlelit dinners. There were families, battling over ice cream and trying to keep small humans from running wild. There were solo travelers, reading books on the beach, seeking quiet refuge. It's not a wild party place. Think more relaxed, chilled out, with the occasional burst of laughter from the kids who are too excited to be there. It depends what you're looking for. It's a place where you can find romance, peace, joy... or, you know, just a decent Aperol Spritz and a good book. And sometimes, that's all you need. I found plenty of both.
Would you go back? Be honest. I need the truth.
Would I go back? *Deep breath*. Yes. Yes, I would. Despite the AC drama, the lukewarm showers, the beach chair battles, and the occasional pasta disappointment. Because the view... that view alone is worth the trip. The kindness of the staff (even when I butchered the Italian). The magic of a sunset over the Mediterranean. There's a certain... *je ne sais quoi* about Hotel Leone. It’s not perfect. It's flawed. It's real. And sometimes, that's exactly what you need. Plus, I feel like I *owe* it to myself to try the boat trip. Maybe next time I'll actually *get* on the boat... And definitely going to try and beat the seagull army next time. No one steals MY pastries this time. Absolutely. Yes. I'd definitely go back. (Okay, maybe I'll pack a portable AC unit.)
