Unbelievable Luxury Awaits: Fontanals Golf Soriguerola, Spain - Your Dream Getaway!
Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into the supposed unbelievable luxury of Fontanals Golf Soriguerola in sunny Spain. And honestly? I'm already picturing myself with a ridiculously oversized margarita. Let’s see if the reality lives up to the Instagram hype.
Accessibility – The Great Question Mark
Okay, so right off the bat, their accessibility is… well, it's a little vague. They say "Facilities for disabled guests," which is a good start. But a truly accessible place is a whole experience, not just a ramp. We’re talking easy entry, wide doorways, maybe even grab bars in the bathroom, all that jazz. Fingers crossed they've got the details covered, because, accessibility matters! This should be way more clear during the booking process. *Important Takeaway: If you *need* specific accessibility features, CALL THEM FIRST. Don't trust marketing fluff on this one.*
The Grub Situation – Will My Stomach Sing Praises?
This is where things get interesting. We've got a ton of options here, and honestly, I'm already salivating.
- Restaurants Galore: Multiple restaurants? Excellent. A la carte, buffet, international, Asian… My inner foodie is doing a happy dance. Vegetarian options? Check! (Phew!)
- Breakfast Bonanza: Asian, Western, buffet, or room service breakfast? My heart wants to say "all of the above," but my wallet is whimpering. Getting breakfast delivered to your room is how I'm feeling. What a way to start the day with some delicious food and a gorgeous view.
- Drinking Delights: A bar and a poolside bar?! I'm envisioning myself sipping something fruity while overlooking a shimmering pool. Now we are talking. That happy hour is going to be a game changer.
- Snack Attack: Coffee shop? Snack bar? Yes, yes, and YES. I'm a big snacker, and having options is crucial.
Unsolicited Advice: Okay, tip for the hotel: Get some seriously good coffee. Hotel coffee is often a crime against humanity. Don't be that hotel!
The Relaxation Station – Will It Melt My Stress Away?
Oh. My. Goodness. This is what dreams are made of.
- Spa Central: Sauna, steamroom, spa, massages, body wraps, body scrubs… I'm already picturing myself draped in a fluffy robe, totally blissed out.
- Pool Paradise: A pool with a view? Consider me sold. I need that Instagram shot of me looking all zen with a gorgeous vista behind me. Bonus points for comfy poolside loungers.
- Fitness Frenzy (If That’s Your Thing): Okay, I'll admit, I should probably hit the gym. A fitness center and gym? Tempting. Foot bath to relax the muscles? Yes, please.
My personal experience I’m picturing myself after a long day of golf, back at the hotel, muscles aching… I waltz into the spa, smelling of fresh eucalyptus and lemongrass, and sink into the sauna. The heat eases the tension, the worries melt away. I follow it up with a massage, finally letting the knots in my shoulders unravel. As I said, dreams, I want to come, I must have.
Cleanliness and Safety – Because, You Know, We’re in the 21st Century
This is huge. I want to be able to relax rather than constantly worrying about germs.
- The Good: Anti-viral cleaning products, hand sanitizer available, daily disinfection in common areas, room sanitization, and staff trained in safety protocols? Score!
- The Great: Individually-wrapped food options, safe dining setup, and a doctor/nurse on call… excellent for the peace of mind.
- Bonus points: Sterilizing equipment and a hygiene certification? They’re taking this seriously, and I appreciate that.
My Take: The effort they’re putting in, I see it, and thank you. I want to be able to just enjoy the vacation without the constant anxiety of what's lurking on the surfaces.
Services and Conveniences – The Little Things That Matter
Okay, here comes the nitty-gritty. Things that can make or break a stay.
- The Must-Haves: Daily housekeeping, room service, and a concierge service? Essential. Air conditioning, elevator, and a smoking area (for those who partake!) are also welcome.
- Nice to Haves: Business facilities, cash withdrawal, a convenience store, currency exchange, dry cleaning, ironing service, laundry service, and luggage storage… all make life easier.
- The Little Extras: Gift shop, terrace, and a shrine? Okay, a shrine is a bit outta left field. Guess it depends on what kind of shrine, though. ;)
For the Kids – Bringing the Little People
Babysitting service, family-friendly policies, and kids' meals? They seem to be keeping the little ones in mind.
Rooms That Whisper Luxury
Alright, let's get down to the real deal. What about the rooms?
- The Basics: Air conditioning, alarm clock, bathrobes, coffee/tea maker, daily housekeeping, desk, hair dryer, in-room safe box, mini-bar, refrigerator, satellite/cable channels, slippers, smoke detector, telephone, toiletries, towels, wake-up service, and free Wi-Fi… it's all there, which is great.
- The Luxuries: Blackout curtains, a separate shower/bathtub, and a seating area. That's what I want. And a window that opens is a MUST! Otherwise, you’re basically in a posh prison cell, and nobody wants that.
- The “Meh”: Carpeting? Sometimes carpet is nice, but I'd also like to see hardwood floors.
- The Interesting: Additional toilet? Interconnecting rooms? Couple's room? They’re catering to a variety of needs, which is cool.
Getting Around - Ease of Access
- The Good: Airport transfer, car park (free of charge), and taxi service? Easy travel is very important, and they check all those boxes.
- The Might-Be-Cool: Car power charging station, bicycle parking? Nice touches for environmentally conscious travelers.
The Annoying Detail
- Pets Allowed - Unavailable. No matter, but it's always a bummer, because I'll be the first to say it… A hotel is 1 million percent better with pets.
The Pitch – My Unofficial "Book Now" Message
Okay, here's the deal, people. Fontanals Golf Soriguerola sounds like the kind of place where you can truly escape. The spa, the food, the views… it all screams, "Relax, you deserve this!"
And while I can’t personally vouch for every single detail (yet!), the potential for an amazing getaway is definitely there. Especially with their focus on cleanliness and safety, I'm feeling a bit more reassured.
But remember, do your homework. Check the accessibility details if that's important, and ask about the specifics of the room.
So, here's the deal: If you are looking for a place to unwind, eat amazing food, and soak up the sun, this hotel is calling your name! Book now and mentally prepare for the ultimate escape!
Escape to Winterberg: Luxurious Sun-Drenched Holiday Home Awaits!
Okay, buckle up, buttercups! This isn't your perfectly-planned, airbrushed travel blog. This is me, wrestling with a trip I thought would be all sunshine and birdies, and now… well, let's see. Welcome to the chaotic ramblings of a golf-loving, slightly-neurotic traveller at Hotel Fontanals Golf Soriguerola, Spain.
Day 1: Arrival, Jetlag, and the Great Luggage Debacle of '24
Morning (or what I think is morning): Landed at Girona. The air smelled of… well, mostly jet fuel and unwashed tour bus windows. I swear, I thought I was going to spontaneously combust right there in the customs line. My brain felt like a scrambled egg, and I was already missing my cat, Winston. (Don't tell him, I'll bring him a sardine.) The transfer to the hotel felt like a dream – or a particularly bumpy nightmare. That scenic drive through the Pyrenees? Didn't see a thing. Too busy trying to keep my breakfast down.
Afternoon: The Luggage Monster Strikes: Okay, disaster struck. The luggage – my precious golf clubs, my lucky argyle sweater (essential for looking at least semi-competent on the course), everything – didn't arrive. "Delayed," they said. "Likely tomorrow." My internal monologue morphed into a series of increasingly desperate screams. I nearly cried in the reception area. Managed to pull myself together, mostly, and check in. The room? Gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous! But the phantom of my golf clubs loomed large. I hate waiting and uncertainty, I really loathe it.
Evening: Dinner and Despair (Sort Of): Scrounged up a t-shirt and some borrowed shorts from a kindly fellow traveller (bless her soul). Dinner was… fine. The paella looked amazing, felt the best so far. The wine helped. A lot. Tried to be upbeat, chatted with the other guests, mostly about the non-arrival of my clubs. I'm starting to think they're lost to the Bermuda Triangle of airport baggage handling. Managed to play some pool in the bar and lost every game. The only thing I really wanted was to be inside my home bed and not in this hotel room.
Day 2: Golf (Sort Of), Sunburn, and the Search for a Decent Coffee
Morning: Woke up feeling slightly more human, but the club-less void in my heart persisted. Borrowed clubs! They were… adequate. And by "adequate," I mean they felt like they were made of lead. The course? Stunning. Absolutely breathtaking. The Pyrenees as a backdrop? Instagram-worthy. My golf game? A shambles. I shanked, topped, and generally flailed my way around the course. Lost six balls. Got spectacularly sunburnt. At least my sweater, though missing, was somewhere. My score was so bad that I want to skip it for the record.
Afternoon: The Coffee Quest: The coffee at the hotel is… tragic. I’m a coffee snob, I admit it. I need my morning brew! The search for a decent espresso became my personal odyssey. I walked the nearby village, feeling slightly forlorn. The only caffeine-related thing I found was a vending machine with suspiciously neon-coloured sugary sludge. Eventually, found a small cafe, where the barista, the sweet thing, looked at me with a mixture of pity and amusement as I ordered my coffee. I had a decent coffee, and the world was at least somewhat okay again.
Evening: Tapas, Tuning My Expectations, And the Golf Club Angel: Managed to rally myself for some tapas in the village and had some of the most amazing patatas bravas. Ate so much that I think I might be able to sleep tonight. The hotel called - my clubs were on their way! I think I have a new guardian angel. The night felt a lot better than the first day.
Day 3: Golf Redemption (Maybe), Chocolate, and That Bloody Luggage…
Morning: Golf Redemption (or Attempt thereof): My clubs. Arrived! They felt like an extension of my own limbs (okay, maybe not, but close). Back on the course, determined to redeem myself. Actually managed a few decent shots. Felt a surge of pure, unadulterated joy when I sank a putt. Then promptly shanked the next one. Ah, golf. It’s a constant exercise in humility.
Afternoon: Chocolate and Gratitude: Found a tiny chocolate shop. Bought ALL THE CHOCOLATE. Dark chocolate, milk chocolate, almond chocolate, chocolate with chili… I needed a pick-me-up, and chocolate is my therapist. Spent the afternoon lounging by the pool, reading a trashy novel, eating chocolate, and feeling… relaxed. Grateful, even. For the sunshine, for the golf, for the chocolate.
Evening: Late Night Rant to Winston: The chocolate did it's job. The best part of the evening was a late night phone call to my cat, he sounded grumpy, I miss him. This is how I have fun, really.
Day 4: Farewell (for now!), and the Promise of Return
Morning: One Last Round (at least to begin with): Had the intention to play on the last day, but I'm sick right now, and I can't bring myself to play. I hope I can spend my next vacation here without a single illness, however, I'm having a great one.
Afternoon/Evening: Departure: Headed to the airport, this time with all luggage in tow.
Final Thoughts (or rather, stream-of-consciousness ramblings):
This trip was a bit of a mess. But you know what? I loved it. The highs were higher, the lows were lower, and through it all, I learned a valuable lesson: embrace the chaos. The golf was beautiful, the hotel was lovely, and despite the luggage drama and the coffee crisis, it was an experience that I’ll be laughing about for years to come. Hotel Fontanals Golf Soriguerola, I'll be back. Next time, though… please don't let my clubs get lost.
P.S. Winston, I'm bringing home extra sardines. You're very welcome.
Escape to Paradise: 5-Person Apartment in Stunning Nieuwpoort-Bad!
Fontanals Golf Soriguerola: The Truth, the Whole Truth, and Nothing But (Mostly) the Truth (FAQ Edition!)
Is it *really* as luxurious as it looks online? I’m skeptical!
Okay, *that* website…yeah, a little airbrushed, I'll admit. Think Instagram versus Real Life. Is it luxurious? Bloody hell, yes. We're talking fluffy robes you could get *lost* in, bathrooms bigger than my first apartment, and the kind of service that makes you feel like royalty… or maybe just wildly pampered and slightly embarrassed at how well you’re being looked after. I found myself mumbling "thank yous" to the cleaning staff as they discreetly straightened my perfectly rumpled bedsheets. I mean, *come on*, people!
BUT, and this is key: there were a few… quirks. Like, the hairdryer *was* the kind that made your arm ache after five minutes. And one time, I *swear* I saw a tiny, adorable (but still unwelcome) spider in the corner of the balcony. So, yeah, it's not *perfect*. But the overall vibe? Absolutely, unapologetically, wonderfully luxurious. I'd go back in a heartbeat, spider and all. Just maybe bring a better hairdryer.
The golf course – is it actually any good, or just pretty? Because I can’t hit a ball to save my life…
Alright, let's be honest, I'm more of a "watch people play golf while sipping a cocktail" kind of gal. But from my vantage point (the lovely outdoor bar!), the course *looked* stunning. Seriously, like a painting. Rolling green hills, strategically placed water hazards that I *definitely* couldn't navigate, and those perfectly manicured greens… It was picturesque.
And the golfers themselves? They seemed happy. Or at least, less stressed than I usually am when I try to parallel park. So, even if, like me, your game involves more air swings than actual ball contact, you can still enjoy the beauty. Plus, the clubhouse is a *delight*. And the wine… oh, the wine. That alone is worth the trip.
Okay, enough about beauty. What about the *food*? I'm a big eater. (And probably a bit of a snob...)
Food? Oh, honey. Prepare to loosen your belt. This is where Fontanals *really* shines. The breakfast buffet? A masterpiece of culinary excess. We're talking fresh-squeezed orange juice so good it made me question every pre-bottled version I'd ever consumed. Croissants that shattered into a million buttery flakes. And, bless their hearts, they had a made-to-order omelet station. Life-changing, I tell you. Life. Changing.
The lunch and dinner menus were equally impressive: locally sourced everything, creative flavor combinations that made my taste buds sing. One night, I had a sea bass that practically melted in my mouth. (Seriously. I’m pretty sure a little bit of it *literally* melted onto my hand.) The only downside? I had to roll myself out of the restaurant every night. (And I *might* have snuck a few extra pastries from the breakfast buffet back to my room. Don't judge me!)
The Spa? Is it worth the hype? I'm a spa snob, too...
Alright, you spa-snobs, listen up. The spa is… pretty damn good. I won't lie. The ambiance is, shall we say, Zen-tastic. Think hushed voices, soft lighting, and the pervasive scent of lavender. (Or maybe it was eucalyptus... honestly, I was so relaxed, I can't remember!) The treatments? Sublime. I had a massage that made me feel like I was floating. Literally *floating*. I almost fell asleep mid-massage—which, honestly, is the highest praise I can give.
The highlight? The outdoor jacuzzi, with a view of the golf course. Soak in warm bubbly water, gazing out at the carefully sculpted landscape, and feeling your worries literally bubble away. Pure bliss. I spent a *lot* of time there. Maybe too much. My skin probably looked like a prune by the time I left, but *man* was I relaxed.
What about the rooms? Like, are they actually nice, or just a bland hotel room with fancy towels?
Oh, the rooms. *My* room, specifically, was a small palace. A *very* comfortable palace. And thankfully, not bland! Think spacious, with a balcony overlooking the golf course (yes, more golf course!), a ridiculously comfortable bed (I'm pretty sure it was filled with clouds), and a bathroom that was practically a work of art. The towels? Thick, fluffy, and the kind of luxury you can bury your face in and forget your troubles. I actually ordered extra towels just to revel in the softness.
There was even a Nespresso machine, which is *essential* for a caffeine addict like myself. And a minibar that was, admittedly, a little too tempting. (I may or may not have consumed every single tiny bottle of something-or-other on my first night. Don't judge me! It was a long day of travel.)
Is there anything to do *besides* eat, drink, and play golf?
Yes! Absolutely. Though, full disclosure, I mostly ate, drank, and spa-ed. But, there are hiking trails nearby. One morning I *attempted* a hike. Attempted. Got about halfway before deciding the view from the bar was much more my speed. Totally my fault. There's also exploring the surrounding villages and towns! Apparently, there are some charming ones. I saw them… from the car on the way to… you guessed it… another fantastic meal. You could go for a day trip to a nearby city, too. But, Honestly? I was perfectly happy staying put, indulging in all the resort's offerings.
Basically, you've got options. You're on vacation. Relax and do what makes you happy. If that's eating, drinking and lounging, then great! If it's adventuring, then go for it! Just... maybe be back in time for dinner.
What's the vibe like? Is it stuffy?
Stuffy? Thankfully, no! This place is upscale but… not aggressively so. It's elegant, yes, but also welcoming. I never felt like I had to tiptoe around. The staff were friendly and helpful, without being overbearing. Relaxed luxury, if that makes sense.
You can dress up for dinner if you want to (and I did, at least one night!), but you don't *have* to. Jeans and a nice shirt are perfectly acceptable. People seemed to be there to enjoy themselves. There were couples, families, golfers, spa-goers… a real mix. And everyone seemed to be having a good time. That's whatHotel Safari
