Escape to Paradise: Your Dream Green Apartment in Puerto del Rosario Awaits!
Escape to Paradise: My Chaotic, Wonderful, and Slightly Overwhelming Review of That Puerto del Rosario Apartment!
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because I'm about to spill the beans on this "Escape to Paradise: Your Dream Green Apartment in Puerto del Rosario Awaits!" thing. Truth be told, I went in expecting a brochure-perfect experience, and… let's just say reality had a slightly different plan. A much messier, more real, and ultimately, more memorable plan.
First Impressions (Accessibility & Cleanliness… or Lack Thereof, Initially!)
Right off the bat, "accessibility" is paramount for us. My partner uses a wheelchair, so that's the first thing on my radar. The listing claimed accessibility, and… well, let's just say it's a work in progress. The main entrance presented a slight lip, easily navigated with some help, which was a relief. Once inside, things were generally okay, but maneuvering around inside the apartment itself sometimes felt like an Olympic sport. Plenty of space for the wheelchair, but, it's worth contacting them directly ahead of time to find out about the exact dimensions of the bathrooms and the height of the bed if it matters to you.
Now, the "cleanliness and safety" spiel. This is where I have thoughts. They do talk a big game about anti-viral cleaning products, daily disinfection, and all that jazz. And they do seem to take it seriously. I mean, they definitely tried. There were hand sanitizers strategically placed. But then there was THIS. It wasn't a huge deal, and the staff were quick to fix things. Point is, a slightly less perfect experience actually felt super human and real. After a good wipe down, we felt safe and comfortable.
(Rambling Interlude: My Obsession with Hand Sanitizer) I have a slight hand sanitizer addiction, I'm not going to lie. I’m practically an evangelist for the stuff. And I will tell you, the availability of hand sanitizer at all these places during this trip became a huge part of my assessment of a place.
The Stuff You Actually Care About: Living It Up & Chilling Out
Okay, let's get to the good stuff, shall we? They’ve got a "pool with a view" and a "spa." And by gum, they're trying! The outdoor pool was lovely (and yes, the view was pretty darn good!), even if my hopes of swimming in a tranquil environment were dashed by the kids running round as I swam. Still, it was good. I made good use of the pool.
Now, the spa! I needed this. My travel-induced stress levels were through the roof. A massage – a proper massage – was my mission. The masseuse was amazing. I went for the whole shebang: body scrub, body wrap, the works. Seriously, worth the money. I spent like two hours there, and I left feeling like a noodle, in a good way.
Food, Glorious Food (And My Complicated Relationship with Breakfast Buffets)
Right, food. They've got a restaurant. Multiple restaurants, actually. The main one, which had "international cuisine" and a "buffet." Buffets are a tricky thing for me. I love them. But I'm also terrified of the potential for food poisoning (I'm probably being overly sensitive, but still). The food was reasonably good, fresh, and the spread was impressive. They also offered a breakfast in room option, which, let's be honest, sometimes you just need. Also, the coffee shop was good.
They had the same options as those that are listed for the restaurant, which made for a pleasant meal.
Tech, Convenience & The All-Important Wi-Fi
They shout about "Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!" and I can confirm, the Wi-Fi was actually pretty decent, which is CRUCIAL. I had to get some work done, and I needed it. Also, the "air conditioning in public area" was a godsend because, Puerto del Rosario is hot. They even had an elevator, which was fab.
The Small Stuff (The Bits That Make a Place Feel Like Home - or Not!)
- The Room: Our room was a little like a Tardis, or a slightly unfinished IKEA display. The walls were clean, and the bed was comfy. Good black-out curtains were a huge win for the light sleepers in the group. But the real win here was the "window that opens".
- Services & Conveniences: I didn’t use the dry cleaning or laundry service, but they're there. The luggage storage was useful.
- For the Kids: They mention "family-friendly," and I saw a few kids running around, so that box is ticked. I didn't really test things out myself.
- Getting Around: The "car park [free of charge]" was a bonus because parking in tourist areas is always a nightmare I'm not keen for.
The Real Deal: Stuff That Could be Better
- More Accessible Rooms: Like I said, the overall accessibility could be better. It's a solid B, but if accessibility is a non-negotiable for you, double-check the dimensions of your bathroom with them beforehand, or, even better, get confirmation from the people at the front desk.
- More Consistent Cleanliness: Though they were quick and willing to help with the small imperfections, there is room for a slight improvement, and that improvement would drastically change the review score from a B from a solid A.
The Verdict: Should You Book It?
Okay, here's the honest truth: This place has its quirks. It's not faultless. It doesn't offer a flawless experience, but it is charming. It's real. The staff were lovely and went out of their way to help. They're trying, and you can tell.
My Quirky Rating: 4 out of 5 stars. I'd go back. I might even consider bringing a hand sanitizer to cover the times I wasn't sure the one they provided was enough.
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Escape to Sylt: Your Dream Seafront Holiday Home Awaits!
Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because this ain't your sanitized, Instagram-perfect itinerary. This is Green Apartment, Puerto del Rosario, FUERTEVENTURA – my adventure! And trust me, it's gonna be less "smooth sailing" and more "hold on tight, we're in for a bumpy ride, but hopefully it's hilarious."
PRE-TRIP PRE-EXISTENTIAL CRISIS (aka, pre-flight jitters)
The Day Before: Panic sets in. Did I pack EVERYTHING? Pretty sure I forgot socks. Again. Okay, breathe. The Ryanair gods will not be pleased. I spend a solid hour staring at my suitcase, muttering about the futility of it all. "What's the point of packing if I'm just going to unpack it? Is packing, in itself, a form of performance art? Am I even going on vacation, or am I just thinking about vacationing?!" I need a drink.
The Actual Morning of Flight: Wake up, slightly hungover from the "calming" pre-flight drink. Realize I haven't printed my boarding pass. Hustle. Fly through the airport, dodging screaming children (both kinds), and the elderly fumbling with their "selfie sticks" (why?). I'm convinced I could have walked to Fuerteventura faster.
DAY 1: ARRIVAL, SUNBURN, AND SPANISH AWKWARDNESS
- Afternoon (Arrival in Puerto del Rosario): Landed! Smells like… well, paradise, frankly. The air is clean and salty – the kind that makes you instantly feel better about all the questionable life choices you've made to get here.
- Green Apartment: The apartment key-getting was fairly easy. It’s fine. A bit… beige. Okay, a lot beige. But clean, and that’s the main thing. The balcony? THAT’S where the magic happens. Overlooks… a parking lot, but with a sliver of ocean. Perfect.
- Afternoon (Grocery Shopping): The supermarket. Attempted to speak Spanish. Utter disaster. I somehow managed to buy three bags of potatoes, a single avocado that looked like it had seen better days, and a bottle of something I think is wine. It's bright pink. Should I be worried? Oh, and the cashier lady? She clearly had the patience of a saint. Bless her heart.
- Evening (First Sunset & Food): Found a "chiringuito" (beach bar) with a view to die for. Ordered patatas bravas (YES!), which were glorious. Sunsets here hit different. Like, the kind that makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, even though I'm pretty sure I'm already acquiring a sunburn. Watched the waves crash. Felt a tiny, insignificant part of something bigger. Then got a bit tipsy on the pink wine.
DAY 2: BEACH BLUES (AND A FEW BEACH BOOS!)
- Morning (Beach Time): El Cotillo beach. Oh. My. God. Turquoise water, powdery sand, and the sheer, unadulterated bliss of doing absolutely nothing. Managed to build a sandcastle that lasted a whole five minutes before a rogue wave decided it was a goner.
- Afternoon (Surf Lessons Attempt… Failed): Signed up for surf lessons. Me, surfing? Ha. Yeah, right. Spent most of the time underwater, swallowing seawater, and looking like a beached whale. I think the instructor felt sorry for me because he let me hug a surfboard for a while. I may or may not have started to cry from sheer frustration. But the sun was shining, the waves were crashing so… small victories!
- Evening (Dinner Disaster): Tried finding a restaurant. Ended up wandering aimlessly for an hour and a half. Everything was closed or full. Finally, gave up and bought… well, more bread and cheese from the supermarket. My diet is clearly going to be a disaster. And I totally forgot to buy more rosé. Argh!
DAY 3: THE JANDIA PENNINSULA – ADVENTURE (AND A LITTLE BIT OF MISTAKE)
- Morning (Road Trip Preparations): "Right," I said to myself, "I can drive." (Let's be perfectly honest, I'm not as good as I think I am). Map-reading is another skill I'll need to learn. After a decent breakfast attempt: Eggs with chorizo. Didn't even burn anything.
- Afternoon (The Gorgeous Desert Road) and the Real Mistake: Okay, the road to Jandia is breathtaking. The landscape is just… stunning. The desert is a color palette, and the vastness is humbling. I might have taken a wrong turn somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Ended up on a gravel track. "Oh, it'll be fine," I thought. "It's a rental car, what could possibly go wrong?" Famous last words.
- Evening (Jandia Beach): The real reason I came here. It’s postcard-perfect. It's paradise. Just… the whole, getting here part was a bit stressful. I decided to walk to a beach restaurant. It was a long, hot walk, and I'm pretty sure I saw a mirage. (Or maybe that was just the heat.) Ordered the grilled fish, and it was magnificent. And the sunset? Unspeakably beautiful. So the gravel track? Forgiven.
DAY 4: THE VOLCANIC LANDSCAPE… AND INTERNAL SHENANIGANS
- Morning (Betancuria): A tiny, oh-so-charming village. White-washed houses, narrow streets, and a feeling of being transported back in time. Felt overwhelmingly aware of my bad tan lines.
- Afternoon (The Caldera de GairÃa): Hike! Yes, actually hiked. Up a volacno! Was it hard? Yes. Did I huff and puff and contemplate turning back? Absolutely. But the view from the top was spectacular. Proof (and a painful reminder) that everything is worth it. (Also, may have taken a tumble, which is why I am covered in small scratches.)
- Evening (Reflections): Back at the apartment, now. Journaling. Trying to appreciate this trip. It’s been really nice to be away. It’s also been a bit of a disaster, at times. But it’s my disaster. And that’s, I think, kinda beautiful.
DAY 5: BACK TO THE BEACH (SOLITUDE AND ANXIETY)
- Morning (Corralejo Beach): The sand, the waves, the sun. All the things I love. Today, though, it feels… crowded. Too loud. Too many people. Sat under a palm tree and fought the urge to burst into tears. The constant feeling of “not enough”. This is the part where I always feel like a total weirdo.
- Afternoon (Shopping and Anxiety): Walked into a shop in Corralejo. Nothing I needed, but I still filled my arms with clothes I don’t need. This makes me feel worse.
- Emotional Reactions: The sun, the ocean, the wind. It’s making all those dark thoughts, that undercurrent of anxiety that I usually keep chained up, surface. The solitude is… intense. It’s also probably good for me. But right now, I just want to feel… lighter.
- Evening (The Final Meal): One last sunset, in search of the perfect meal. This time I will be smart and get a taxi. The food was delicious.
DAY 6: DEPARTURE… (ALMOST)
- Morning (Packing Disaster): The suitcase. Again. Found those socks! (Hallelujah!). Can't find my passport. Panic level: Rising. Eventually found it… stuffed in the freezer. Don't ask.
- Afternoon (The Airport Tango): Airport chaos. The lines are long. The security is thorough. I may or may not have lost my cool when the agent wanted to inspect my questionable “pink wine.”
- Evening (Delayed Flight): The flight is delayed. What else is new? Wandered through the duty-free shop, bought overpriced chocolate and, inevitably, more wine. It's my last night here. I will enjoy it.
- The Flight: I made it on the flight. The plane lifted off. Here we go…
DAY 7: POST-TRIP REFLECTION (THE MESSY END)
- Home: The return. I am tired. A little sunburned. My clothes smell like the sea. (My heart is a little full.)
- Analysis: This trip was… all over the place. It was messy, there were moments of pure joy, moments of utter frustration, and more than a few moments where I just felt like a complete idiot. But that's life, right? (Well, my life anyway).
- Final Thought: I'll be back. And this time, I will learn how to surf. And maybe I'll try to figure out which wine I drank. Stay tuned…
Escape to Paradise: Your Dream Green Apartment in Puerto del Rosario Awaits! - Uh, Maybe? Let's See...
Okay, so "Paradise"? Is that, like, *actual* Paradise? 'Cause my life's been... well, a bit of a dumpster fire lately.
Alright, full disclosure? I've seen some "paradise" marketing fluff in my time. And I'm gonna be real with you, a brand new apartment in Puerto del Rosario isn't *literally* the Garden of Eden. Unless, you know, you consider avoiding soggy cereal every morning a taste of paradise... which, honestly, after living with my ex, I kind of do.
So, *actual* Paradise? No. But... the photos are pretty darned tempting. And after slogging through my job and the whole "relationship" disaster, the idea of waking up with the sun, maybe seeing the ocean... yeah, it's got vibes. Definitely got more potential than my current, perpetually-dark-and-moldy apartment. Look, I'm cautiously optimistic, okay? Paradise-adjacent, at least.
"Dream Green Apartment"? What's the deal with "green"? Is it full of, like, actual plants? I kill everything I try to grow.
Oh, this one made me cackle. See, "green" in the brochure seems to mean... a lot of things. Like, energy-efficient appliances, which, hey, good! And maybe some common areas with some actual *greenery*. (Important distinction, people.) Could be a carefully curated indoor jungle, or maybe just a sad little potted fern. Honestly, I'm picturing one of those depressing "office plants" that's seen better days.
I, too, have a black thumb of epic proportions. I once managed to kill a *cactus*. A CACTUS! I blame my "water-only, forget-about-it" gardening method. So, whether its full of plants or not, the green part is probably not about mandatory plant care, thank goodness. More likely, it's about feeling a little less guilty about contributing to the apocalypse. Baby steps, people, baby steps.
Puerto del Rosario... is that far? I'm used to, uh, living in a place where the only "paradise" is the parking spot nearest the grocery store.
Okay, so Puerto del Rosario. It's on Fuerteventura, one of the Canary Islands. So, yeah, not exactly a hop, skip, and a jump from your local supermarket. But... *consider this:* sunshine. Ocean breezes. Possibly, beaches! (I've seen pictures. They look AMAZING).
I'm picturing myself, like, *actually* taking a weekend trip to the beach. Actually *relaxing*. That sounds like pure, unadulterated luxury right now. The commute might be… challenging. But hey, if you're looking to escape the grind and start fresh, well...maybe the commute is just a small price to pay for a whole new start, and a very good tan.
Is it, like, *expensive* expensive? Because my budget is currently fueled by ramen and the crushing weight of student loans.
Right, the money question. This is where I have to admit... I haven't seen the actual price tag yet. But, let's be realistic. "Dream Apartment" in a sunny location? Probably not gonna be bargain basement stuff. Could be the same price as my current shoebox with the added benefit of sunshine but probably more.
However, I'm choosing to be hopeful. *Maybe* it's a hidden gem, a relatively affordable haven. *Maybe* I can finally learn to budget properly! (I'm already working on it, okay? I swear!). And hey, even if it's a stretch, is the cost worth the potential sanity boost? After the aforementioned epic dumpster fire... yeah, probably. Though I'm still mentally preparing myself for the sticker shock. Wish me luck! My wallet's gonna need it.
What about the neighbors? I'm picturing either party-hardy tourists or a bunch of grumpy old people who'll yell at me for breathing too loud.
Ugh, the neighbours, am I right? The horror stories are endless. The wall-bangers, the people with the barking dogs, the endless noise, the perpetual construction... It's a gamble, always a gamble.
Look, I'm guessing the apartments will lean towards either young professionals (like me, maybe!) or possibly some retirees looking for a bit of sun. I *really* hope it's the former. Nothing against retirees, but my tolerance for incessant lawn-mowing is, shall we say, limited. And the thought of a constant stream of overly-enthusiastic holidaymakers... well, that gives me the shivers. Fingers crossed for a nice mix, I guess? A little bit of peace, a little bit of fun. A community that isn't just a giant headache. That's all I ask.
The views? Tell me about the views! Are we talking spectacular ocean vistas, or a charming view of a brick wall? (I've had plenty of those in my time.)
Okay, the views. This is *crucial*. I've spent far too much of my life staring at the back of a building. And quite frankly, I'm done with it. The brochure, bless its heart, *hints* at ocean views. Big, bold, beautiful pictures of turquoise water. This actually makes me excited. I could just *see* myself drinking my morning coffee, soaking in the beautiful scenery. I could *taste* the salt and the water!
The real-world reality? Might be slightly different. Might be a slightly obscured view. Might be a partial view of a distant building with the *tiniest* sliver of ocean. But, I'm choosing to believe. I *need* to believe. I'm manifesting those ocean views! Ocean views, I command you! (Even if it's just a really, *really* good view of a really nice wall, that's still an upgrade from my current situation.)
Okay, and the catch? There's always a catch, isn't there? Tell me the ugly truth.
Alright, let's get real. The "catch?" Hmm. Well, there's the whole "new place, new life" thing. That's a catch in itself. It's exciting, sure, but moving is stressful. Learning a new language (if required!), navigating a new culture, the whole settling-in process... it's a lot. Like, a *lot* a lot. Especially when you're emotionally exhausted, I'm learning.
Then there's the unknown. The photos are pretty, but what if the insulation is terrible? What if the internet is slower than a snail on a molasses day? What if the nearest decent cafe isStay Classy Hotels
