Rosolina Mare DREAM Penthouse: 3 Rooms of Italian Paradise!
OMG, Seriously? Rosolina Mare DREAM Penthouse: 3 Rooms of Italian Paradise! (My Honest, Slightly Chaotic Review)
Okay, folks, buckle up. I just got back from Rosolina Mare, and let me tell you, my expectations were… well, let's just say they were exceeded. We're talking about the Rosolina Mare DREAM Penthouse: 3 Rooms of Italian Paradise! – and the exclamation point? Totally earned. This isn't your average hotel review; it's a love letter, a rant, and a confession all rolled into one sun-drenched, gelato-fueled mess.
First Impression: Accessibility & Getting There… The Good, The Okay, and the "Wait, Really?"
Alright, let's be real; I'm not exactly a mobility expert. But I did notice. Accessibility is definitely a thing here. The elevator was a lifesaver, especially lugging my suitcase (and all my pre-holiday "essentials"). There are Facilities for disabled guests, which I didn't personally utilize, but it's great to see. Parking? Easy peasy. Car park [free of charge] and car park [on-site] – win-win! I used taxi service because I had a long journey. Airport transfer is available which I should have used instead, what a missed opportunity!
Rambling about Internet and Connectivity…
Now, let's talk internet. Because, let's be real, escaping the real world is great, but an internet addiction is still a thing, right? The Internet access – wireless was fantastic, Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! , Internet, Internet [LAN], Internet services, Wi-Fi in public areas I had consistent connection throughout the whole resort. I took advantage of the Laptop workspace in my room. I am happy to report.
The Room: Oh. My. Goodness.
The Penthouse itself? Forget everything you think you know. Imagine a room so good, it almost makes you question your life choices that led you here. We're talking Air conditioning, which is essential in the Italian summer. Blackout curtains, crucial for sleeping off all that delicious food. Bathtub, Shower, and Separate shower/bathtub – luxury! They didn't skip any detail, all of the Toiletries were perfect! Every single morning. I spent a solid 5 minutes just staring at the view through the window that opens. There's a safety box for your valuables and a mini bar to stock up for whatever you need. Complimentary tea and bottled water ready for the picking!
The Perks: Relaxation Station… and More!
Here's where it gets ridiculous. Body scrub? Check. Body wrap? Yup. Fitness center? Okay, I looked at it. (Maybe next time, fitness center, maybe next time.) Pool with view? Spectacular. I spent a glorious afternoon just floating, occasionally side-eyeing the people who looked like they actually used the Gym/fitness. After, I melted into a sauna. And, being the stress ball I am, I went for the massage. I'll be honest, I almost fell asleep I felt so relaxed!
Dining & Drinking: Bellissimo! (and a Few Minor Gripes)
Food, glorious food! The restaurants are fantastic. A la carte in restaurant, Breakfast [buffet], Breakfast service, Buffet in restaurant, Coffee/tea in restaurant, Desserts in restaurant, International cuisine in restaurant, Poolside bar, Restaurants, Salad in restaurant, Soup in restaurant, Vegetarian restaurant, Western breakfast, Western cuisine in restaurant were all things I found. I found the Coffee shop to be the best. The Bar was great. I went for Happy hour. Sometimes I had Room service [24-hour], but I preferred the food in the restaurant.
Cleanliness & Safety: Feeling Safe and Sound (Phew!)
Alright, let's talk serious stuff. Cleanliness and safety felt like a top priority. From the staff trained in safety protocol to the anti-viral cleaning products, I felt safe and secure. Daily disinfection in common areas. Hand sanitizer stations were everywhere. They went above and beyond with the room sanitization opt-out available, so kudos for that.
Services & Conveniences: Like, Everything You Could Possibly Need
Seriously, they thought of everything. Concierge service? Absolutely. Doorman making you feel fancy? Yes, please! Laundry service (because, let's be honest, my packing skills are… questionable). Cash withdrawal is easily available. There's a convenience store for all those emergency gelato runs (which I may have made more than once).
For the Kids: Families Welcome… But I Don't Have Any (So I Can't Fully Judge!)
The hotel seems perfect for families! Babysitting service is available. There are kids facilities and kids meal options. I did see a lot of happy kids, so I'm guessing they've got it figured out.
Beyond the Basics: The Little Touches That Made a Difference
Okay, some extra stuff I loved. The Terrace. The Non-smoking rooms, thank god! The Air conditioning in public area. The fact that they had Smoke alarms and Fire extinguisher. They removed Shared stationery removed.
The (Very Minor) Imperfections… Because Nobody's Perfect, Right?
Okay, I'm stretching here, but I noticed a few tiny things. The selection of TV channels? Could be better. The elevator was a tad slow at peak breakfast hour.
Final Verdict: Book This Place! Seriously!
Okay, let's cut to the chase. This place is magical. It's the kind of place where you can actually relax. The Rosolina Mare DREAM Penthouse: 3 Rooms of Italian Paradise! is not just a hotel; it's an experience. It's a chance to recharge, indulge, and create memories you'll cherish forever.
Here’s the deal…
Stop delaying! Get your flights, pack your bags, and click that "Book Now" button. You deserve this.
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Alright, buckle up, because this isn't your average "meticulously planned itinerary." This is… well, this is me, trying to survive a week in a fancy penthouse in Rosolina Mare, Italy, courtesy of Beahost Rentals. Let's see if I come out resembling a relaxed Italian, or a slightly sunburnt, wine-addled disaster.
Day 1: Arrival, Apartment Adoration (and a dose of Reality)
- 14:00 - Arrival! Whoa. Okay, so, the penthouse. The pictures did NOT do it justice. Seriously. The view… the space… I'm pretty sure I could host a small orchestra in the living room. Okay, deep breaths. Don't get ahead of yourself. The fridge is probably empty. (Narrator Voice: It was.)
- 14:30 - The Great Fridge Hunt. After fawning over the ocean view for far too long (seriously, you feel like you could practically swim from the balcony!), reality kicks in. Right. Groceries. Because as amazing as the penthouse is, it doesn't magically produce food. Found a tiny, sadly unstocked fridge. Note to self: local supermarket, ASAP.
- 15:00 - The "OMG, This Balcony!" Obsession. Spent a solid hour just… on the balcony. Seriously. I think I might have developed a physical addiction to the sea breeze. The sun. The quiet. It’s like a movie set. Except, I’m the star. And the only crew is a flock of seagulls I've already named Fred and Ethel.
- 17:00 - Grocery store meltdown. Okay, Italian grocery stores are simultaneously amazing and terrifying. So many cheeses! So many olives! So many things I have NO IDEA what they are! Ended up buying a mountain of pasta, a suspicious-looking (but delicious) sausage, and more olive oil than a Roman bathhouse. Pray for me.
- 19:00 - Pasta Attempt #1. Disaster. Utter, culinary disaster. The pasta stuck. The sausage burned. Olive oil everywhere. I’m pretty sure I set off the smoke alarm. But, hey, at least the wine (also from the shop - the only thing I managed to purchase last) tasted good.
Day 2: Beach Dreams and Sunburn Schemes
- 09:00 - Beach Bound (but… where’s the beach?!) Okay, so, the brochure promised "steps from the beach." After spending 30 minutes frantically pacing around the penthouse, I realized, with a groan, that I had to actually walk to the beach. Well, at least I can appreciate the amazing view on the way.
- 10:00 - The Sunbed Squabble. Found the beach. Glorious! But also… packed. Like, sardines-in-a-can packed. The sunbeds? All taken. A near-violent encounter with a very tanned Italian man over a prime spot. (I lost. He won.) Settled for a patch of sand slightly further down. Sigh.
- 11:00 - Sunburn Strategy Fail. Despite slather of sunscreen (thank god), I failed. Burnt. Really, really burnt. Sun, you win this round.
- 13:00 - Beach Lunch & People Watching Extravaganza. Brought a sad sandwich from the grocery shop. It was so sad. Watched everyone else eating fresh seafood and thought about going back to get something decent. But, the ocean! The waves! I could watch people all day.
- 18:00 - Aloe Vera Application & Bitter Regret. Now, I’m basically a walking, talking lobster. The aloe vera I bought is my best friend right now. Lesson learned: sunscreen is non-negotiable. And maybe next time, I'll learn to cook.
Day 3: Exploring the Area (or, Me Getting Lost in Italian Charm)
- 09:00 - Attempted Exploration: Decided, with the energy of a well-baked potato, that it was time to leave the apartment and venture out. The map? A vague suggestion. My sense of direction? Non-existent.
- 10:00 - The Tiny Town Trail: Got lost in a maze of cobbled streets, stumbled upon a gelato shop. This, friends, is what you call a “win.” Scooped up the gelato.
- 11:00 - Cathedral Conundrums & Local Charm: Wandered into a beautiful cathedral, where a service was going on. Suddenly, the priest looked at me. He smiled. I think he knew I was a foreigner.
- 12:00 - Waterfront Wandering and Unexpected Encounters: Found a charming little bar on the waterfront, ordered a cappuccino and stared out at the boats. Saw a cute old man fishing. Actually caught a fish. I could get used to this.
- 14:00 - Lunch is in Order - Again: That gelato? Only barely held me over. Found a cute little restaurant. This time, I was determined to try. I asked the waiters to recommend me some food. (I don't know what I would have done without them.)
- 16:00 - Back to the Penthouse: Exhausted from all the exploration, I gave myself a long, well-deserved break, and decided to go back to the apartment just as the sun was setting. More stunning views as expected.
Day 4: Doubling Down on the Beach (and a Bit of Italian Wine Therapy)
- 10:00 - Beach Redemption Round 2: Armed with even more sunscreen (and a hat this time!), I headed back to the beach. Determined to conquer the sunbed situation. (Spoiler alert: still lost.)
- 11:00 - Water Sports Woes: The ocean looked fun, and I could see some people nearby jet skiing and enjoying the water. I signed up and headed out. I crashed in the water within 3 minutes. Humiliating.
- 13:00 - Beach Bumming (and another sandwich of sadness): Settled for a patch of sand, enjoyed the waves.
- 15:00 - Italian Wine Therapy: Headed back to the penthouse and opened a bottle of the local wine. This is exactly what I needed.
- 17:00 - Sunset on the Balcony, Encore: Let me tell you, watching the sunset from that balcony is a religious experience. The colors. The light. The sound of the waves. Absolutely perfect.
- 20:00 - Pasta Attempt #2 (and a miracle?): Believe it or not, I managed to cook a somewhat edible pasta dish. Progress! Okay, I might have put a little too much garlic in, but still. Victory!
Day 5: Day Trip! (or, when a good idea goes slightly off the rails)
- 08:00 - Ambitious Plan: Decide to go on a day trip to Venice. Venice! How romantic! How delightful!
- 09:00 - Transportation Troubles: Realized the logistics of getting to Venice (train, bus, boat…?) are a complete mystery. Found a local bus that takes me somewhere, and then from there…
- 13:00 - Panic in Padova: Somehow ended up in Padova. Beautiful city, but definitely not Venice. Panic sets in.
- 14:00 - The search is on: Spent the afternoon wandering around Padova. Admiring the architecture. Eating another sad sandwich. It was lovely but not Venice.
- 19:00 - Back to the Penthouse: Realized I’d better head back. Decided to enjoy the ocean.
Day 6: The Relaxing Recovery Day
- 09:00 - Sleep in: Slept in until 9 am. Wow, my body needed that.
- 10:00 - The view is mine: Headed to the balcony, and enjoyed the sun and the sea.
- 13:00 - The pizza: Got a pizza. It was great. Ate it.
- 16:00 - More wine: More wine. This is what my body needed.
- 19:00 - I still have hours: I decided to do some more relaxing. I enjoyed the time I had.
Day 7: Departure and the Promise of Returning (Soon, Hopefully!)
- 09:00 - Packing Pains: Spent the morning packing and simultaneously trying not to cry about leaving. Those ocean views! That balcony! Sobs
- 10:00 - Final Balcony Moment: One last chance to soak it all in. Took a deep breath, inhaled the salty air, and made a mental vow to return.
- 11:00 - Check-out & Farewell: Said goodbye to the penthouse. It would be so hard to leave.
- 12:00 - The Drive Home! Made sure to save up some memories, and some memories.
- 13:00 - See you again! I will definitely be back.
So, there you have it. My slightly chaotic, utterly human, week in
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Okay, spill the beans! Is this 'DREAM' Penthouse actually... a dream? Or just another vacation rental promising the moon?
Alright, alright, settle down! Look, the name 'DREAM Penthouse' does feel a *little* ambitious. But honestly? It's pretty darn close. I went in expecting the usual glossy brochure lies – you know, the photos always look better than reality? – but I was pleasantly surprised. Think less 'perfect Instagram post' and more... 'coastal Italian bliss with a dash of charming chaos'.
Here's the thing: Yes, it's got the views. Unobstructed, breathtaking, 'I could stare at the Adriatic forever' views. The pictures *mostly* don't lie about that. Waking up to the sunrise over the sea is… well, it’s close to religious, to be honest. Seriously, I actually cried a little the first morning. Don’t judge!
Three Rooms, huh? Is that enough space? Because I’m traveling with [insert ridiculously large family/partner who hogs the bed/loud friend here].
Three rooms is… well, it's Italian. Spaces tend to be *efficient* rather than sprawling. But! It’s manageable. The main bedroom is gorgeous – huge windows, that aforementioned view, and a comfy bed. My partner accidentally spilled red wine on the duvet cover on the second night – a truly tragic (and slightly embarrassing) incident. We tried to clean it... let's just say the damage was done, but honestly who's going to judge in a paradise, right? The other two rooms... well, one's a decent size and the other one's kind of a cozy nook. But trust me, you'll spend most of your time on the balcony – it's the real heart of the place.
If you're traveling with, say, a horde of energetic kids and a mother-in-law who loves to micromanage? Might be a tight squeeze. But if you're going for romance, a small family, or just a solo retreat? Absolutely perfect. Just try not to spill wine on the duvet. The cleaning lady might judge. They always do.
What are the views *really* like? That's what I care about!
Okay, picture this: you're standing on the balcony. The sea stretches out before you, sparkling under the Italian sun. The sand… it’s like… I don't know… fine, golden, inviting sand. And there are these little beach huts, colorful umbrellas... It's the kind of view that makes you want to forget all your worries and just... breathe.
It is good. I mean, really good. The kind of good that makes you question all previous life choices that didn't involve staring at the Mediterranean. The only downside? The sheer temptation to just *stay* there forever. I’m not kidding. I literally considered taking up permanent residence and becoming a beach bum. I'm pretty sure you'll feel the same. Be warned!
Oh, and at night? Magic. The stars, the moon reflecting on the water… ugh, I’m getting all choked up just thinking about it. It's cliché, I know, but genuinely romantic. My partner made me pasta one night, and we ate it on the balcony, under the stars. It was… well, it was pretty close to perfect.
Okay, but what about the *actual* apartment? Is it modern and… functional? Or is it all style and no substance?
Look, the apartment is... a nice blend. Not aggressively modern, which is a plus for me. Feels more 'cosy seaside home' than 'sterile hotel room'. The kitchen is functional. Plenty of utensils, some basic spices. I actually cooked a few dinners in there – which is saying something, because I'm more of a microwave-and-takeaway kind of person. The one slight drawback? The dishwasher was a bit temperamental. It'd randomly decide to stop working, which led to a few arguments with my partner. But overall, it's well-equipped. Pretty much everything you need.
It has a bit of character. Maybe a slightly wonky door handle here, or a slightly faded painting there. But that's part of the charm, right? It’s not a flawless museum piece; it's a lived-in, loved-in space. It feels authentic. And the air conditioning, bless it, worked like a dream, keeping us all cool and relatively sane throughout the summer heat!
Anything I should be *really* aware of before booking? Any hidden downsides?
Truth time. Yes, there are a few things. First, the walk to the beach can be long. It's not a *massive* problem, but the sun can be brutal during peak summer heat. Seriously pack sunscreen. And a hat. You'll thank me later.
Secondly, be prepared for the Italian pace of life. Things might not always run perfectly smoothly. The Wi-Fi wasn't always amazing, which was a minor inconvenience when I had to do a bit of work. And the local restaurants… well, they run on "Italian time" (which can sometimes feel like "never"). Don't go expecting fast food. Embrace the leisurely lifestyle! You are in Italy, after all.
Third, the parking situation can be a bit tight, particularly during peak season. But honestly? These are minor quibbles. The views, the overall charm, and the feeling of being completely away from it all… they more than make up for it. Just pack your patience and embrace the imperfections. They're part of the magic, I promise.
Okay, give it to me straight: Would you recommend this place? Would you go back?
Absolutely, unequivocally, yes. I’d go back tomorrow if I could. Honestly, I'm already dreaming about it. It's not perfect. But it's real. It's beautiful. It's the perfect escape. It's the kind of place that leaves you feeling refreshed, rejuvenated, and desperately craving more Italian gelato.
So, if you're looking for a place to unwind, to soak up the sun, and to experience a little piece of Italian paradise? Book it. Seriously, just do it. And don't forget the sunscreen. And maybe a spare bottle of red wine, just in case. You'll need it.
