Escape to Paradise: Your Luxurious Crete Dream Home Awaits!
Escape to Paradise: Your Luxurious Crete Dream Home Awaits!
Escape to Paradise: My Crete Dream Home…or Maybe Just A Seriously Good Getaway? (Honest Review & Ramble)
Alright, listen up, fellow travelers! I just stumbled outta Escape to Paradise in Crete, and I'm still buzzing from the experience. They promise a luxurious dream home vibe, and honestly? They get close. Think of it less like a perfect Instagram filter and more like a really, REALLY good, well-lit selfie. Let's dive in, shall we? Because I'm about to spill the Greek (salad) beans.
Accessibility: The Elevator Saga (and a little less drama)
Okay, let's rip the band-aid off first: "Escape to Paradise" says they're accessible. The elevators are a godsend (thank Zeus!). Elevator! – important to mention this because I'm not a particularly athletic person, and walking up stairs after a day of sun-soaking is a chore. And, they do state facilities for disabled guests. They seem to make an honest effort, and I applaud that, but I'm just not the best person to verify if it really is accessible in the way someone requiring such features would need. Definitely check their specific offerings if you have any accessibility requirements, but the basics are covered. See? Imperfections! I'm keeping it real!
Cleanliness & Safety: The Sanitizer Fairy Did Her Magic…and Maybe the Cleaning Crew Too
Oh. Em. GEE. Cleanliness is paramount these days, right? Well, they take it SERIOUSLY at "Escape to Paradise". Anti-viral cleaning products? CHECK. Daily disinfection? CHECK. I saw staff scrubbing like they were trying to win a gold medal in a germ-fighting Olympics. The room smelled clean, and that's a HUGE win for me. They even had little bottles of hand sanitizer everywhere, which is great for a clumsy gal like me who spills everything. I actually felt safe, which is a massive relief when you're traveling. I also noticed they had hand sanitizers available in all public spaces, which makes me feel relaxed. The staff seemed well-trained in safety protocols, and I always appreciate a hotel that takes hygiene seriously.
Rooms: The Dream Home Vibe (Mostly) – And That Damn Blackout Curtain!
Let's talk about the rooms, shall we? The promise is a "Dream Home," and, look, it's good. My room had all the essentials: air conditioning that actually worked (a lifesaver in the Cretan heat!), a comfy bed, and the obligatory mini-bar for those late-night chocolate binges. Now, the real winners were the bathrobes and slippers – pure indulgence! The blackout curtains were a godsend (essential after too much delicious Greek wine!). My one teeny tiny gripe (because I have to find something wrong, right?) was that it was a little bit too dark with those curtains closed. I'm a creature of sunlight, and I'm pretty sure I actually slept in a couple of mornings, which led to some panic! Because the clock is always ticking when you're on vacation! (But hey, that's also a good problem to have, isn't it?)
And yes, there's free Wi-Fi in all rooms. My inner internet-dependent gremlin was pleased! Though I did have a bit of trouble with the signal in the far corner of my room. One more minor point, but overall, it was a very good room.
Dining, Drinking & Snacking: From Gyros to Gourmet (and Somewhere in Between)
Okay, food. This is where "Escape to Paradise" started to… well, escape my budget a little. They have everything. Restaurants, a poolside bar… Buffet in Restaurant and A la carte options. The breakfast buffet was a thing of beauty. Mountains of fresh fruit, pastries that just begged to be devoured, and, if you're feeling adventurous, a peek at the Asian breakfast options. I loved the coffee. You can get a bottle of water and the coffee/tea in the restaurant for the first time. I could have lived in the coffee shop, honestly.
I tried the Asian cuisine at the restaurant one night, it was surprisingly amazing! But I also had a killer gyro from the snack bar by the pool. And honestly, THAT was more my vibe. Don't get me wrong, the fancy stuff was all delicious, but sometimes you just want a simple, perfect meal. And on that the salad in the restaurant was to die for! They also had a vegetarian restaurant, and Western, Asian, and International cuisine—basically catering to every taste!
Things to Do & Ways to Relax: From Pampering to Poolside Bliss
This is where "Paradise" earns its stripes. The swimming pool is stunning, and that pool with a view is just wow. The sunbeds are comfy, the cocktails are strong… it's pure bliss. They have a fitness center if you feel like torturing yourself (I bravely avoided). And the Spa… OH, the spa! Treat yourself to a massage. You need it. Seriously, I got a body scrub and a body wrap, and I swear I floated out of there. After the massage, I didn't think, my only thought was sleep. They have a sauna spa/sauna and steam room too, but honestly, I was too busy being pampered. That was my dream home moment.
Services and Conveniences: The Little Extras That Make a Difference
They thought of everything. 24-hour room service (essential for those late-night cravings), concierge service, daily housekeeping, and, most importantly, Wi-Fi in public areas for all those Instagram moments! They had a gift/souvenir shop, a convenience store, and even currency exchange. Honestly, it's like a mini-city, but in a good way. The car park [on-site] was a very welcome bonus. And oh my god, the staff trained in safety protocol were amazing! They were so friendly and helpful, which made the whole experience even more enjoyable. They also had a laundry service, which was a life saver, and I am so grateful that there are facilities for disabled guests.
For the Kids: Family-Friendly Fun
I didn’t bring kids, so I cannot comment on the babysitting services, family-friendly aspects, kids’ meal options, and kids’ facilities. However, on my travels I did see a few families who seemed to be enjoying themselves.
Getting Around: Making the Move Easier
They offered airport transfer (which I highly recommend!), car park [on-site], and taxi service. Getting around was a breeze.
The Downsides (Because No Place is Perfect): My Imperfections
Okay, deep breaths. Now, let’s get real: "Escape to Paradise" isn’t dirt cheap. It’s an investment. But, honestly? Worth it.
My Final Verdict (aka. The Stream-of-Consciousness Rambling Conclusion That Gets Overly Emotional)
So, would I go back? In a heartbeat! "Escape to Paradise" isn’t perfect but it is pretty damn close. It offers that luxurious experience you’re promised, and, perhaps more importantly, it offers a genuine service with authentic Greek hospitality. It’s a place to truly unwind, to forget the stress of everyday life, and to sink into pure relaxation.
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GOLD DREAM HOME Crete: A Love Affair (and Occasional Fray) with Paradise - July 2024 (ish)
Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into the glorious, sun-baked chaos that is my week in Crete. Gold Dream Home, they call it. Sounds pretentious, right? Well, maybe a little, but let's see if it lives up to the hype. Consider this less a polished itinerary and more a live podcast of my rapidly aging brain trying to keep up with turquoise water and endless gyros.
Day 1: Arrival and the Great Taverna Tango (Plus, Existential Dread About Mosquitoes)
- Morning (ish): Arrive at Heraklion Airport (HER). Pray to the travel gods that my suitcase makes it this time. Last time I flew Aegean, it took a week to arrive. A WEEK. Of me resembling a lost, slightly-sweaty badger.
- Anxiety Level: 8/10. Luggage-related trauma is real, people.
- Afternoon: Transfer to Gold Dream Home, wherever the heck that is. The website promised "breathtaking views." I'm hoping it doesn't mean "a goat staring directly into your soul." I saw that on a previous trip. Truly unsettling.
- Quirky Observation: The rental car? Pray it's not a stick shift. My parallel parking skills already resemble a drunken walrus attempting ballet.
- Evening: Okay, the views are breathtaking. HOLY MOLY. Sea, cliffs, bougainvillea cascading everywhere. Deep breaths. I immediately unpacked and got lost in the ocean view from the bedroom window. This view makes everything feel worthwhile.
- The Great Taverna Tango: Dinner at a local taverna - the name is a blur of Greek letters I can't pronounce. Ordered a Greek salad (duh) and octopus (brave, I know). The octopus arrives charred and delicious. I'm practically moaning with pleasure. The house wine? Surprisingly good.
- Emotional Reaction: Pure, unadulterated bliss. This is why I work my butt off. This is why I put up with the boss. This is why…oh crap. A mosquito. Suddenly the bliss is replaced by a primal urge to annihilate all blood-sucking insects.
- Imperfection: Got slightly sunburned already. Forgot sunscreen on my forehead. Idiot.
Day 2: Knossos… and the Ghosts of Ancient Minotaur (and my Blisters)
- Morning: Knossos Palace. Holy. Freaking. Moly. Tourist central. The crowds were insane trying to get a glimpse of the Minoan ruins. The sun was beating down. I'm pretty sure I saw a tour guide faint. I, however, was determined.
- Stream of Consciousness: Okay, the architecture is mind-blowing, but good lord, I feel like I'm being ushered through a cattle chute. The colorful frescoes are beautiful. The labyrinth…well, I nearly got lost in the gift shop. I think the guide just lied about the "mythical Minotaur" existence, but the place still feels charged with history.
- Afternoon: Lunch in Heraklion. Found a charming café with a shaded courtyard and a menu in English. The owner, a jovial man with a booming laugh, insisted I try the moussaka. It was so decadent, I'm pretty sure I added a year to my life expectancy (or subtracted one from my waist size. Potato/potahtoh, as the saying goes).
- Rambling Alert: I walked around the city for a while, dodging scooters and gawking at ancient Venetian architecture. It's pretty, I'll give it that! But my feet are now screaming.
- Opinionated Language: My sandals, which were supposed to last forever, have crumbled. Seriously? I thought they were quality. Ugh. I love ancient ruins, but the walk on those cobblestone streets… I'm going back to the comfort of my Gold Dream Home.
- Rambling Alert: I walked around the city for a while, dodging scooters and gawking at ancient Venetian architecture. It's pretty, I'll give it that! But my feet are now screaming.
- Evening: Back at Gold Dream Home, nursing my blistered feet and contemplating the existential dread of… laundry. Found out that the washing machine doesn't have a dryer. This is going to be a problem. Drying my clothes. Sigh. I think it's time for another glass of wine, though.
Day 3: Rethymno and Venetian Beauty (and the Quest for Perfect Baklava)
- Morning: Road trip to Rethymno! The journey up the coast is gorgeous, even with my questionable driving skills on those winding roads.
- Opinionated Language: Seriously, Greeks, why are all the roads so twisty?! I'm pretty sure I saw a flock of sheep give me the side-eye on a hairpin bend.
- Afternoon: Wandering through the Venetian harbor of Rethymno. The architecture is stunning. The tiny shops… a treasure hunt waiting to happen but a serious risk to my bank account.
- Doubling Down on an Experience: Found a bakery, and OH. MY. GOD. The baklava. Layers of flaky pastry, drenched in honey, filled with nuts… This is a religious experience. Seriously. I bought three pieces. Three. I'm not proud. (Okay, I am.) I'm pretty sure I'll be dreaming of baklava for the rest of my life.
- Evening: Dinner in Rethymno. Another taverna (surprise!). More seafood. More wine. More…perfect memories being made. My soul is happy.
- Quirky Observation: The waiter kept accidentally calling me "madam." Maybe it's the way I'm desperately trying to keep the tan line even??
Day 4: Balos Lagoon - Paradise (Mostly) Found
- Morning: The Balos Lagoon. The photos online don't do it justice. White sand, turquoise water… it's like a postcard.
- Emotional Reaction: Squeals of delight. I went a little crazy, snapping photos like a woman possessed. I've been dreaming of this for ages, and it's even more incredible than I imagined.
- Afternoon: The drive back. OH. MY. GOODNESS. Some parts of the road were terrifying. I thought my rental car was going to fall apart. The car was so dusty but so worth it.
- More Rambling: I'm still shaking a bit from the rugged journey. But worth it. I wish I had brought more water. I think I'm developing a tan.
- Evening: Back at Gold Dream Home. I'm sunburned, exhausted, and utterly blissful.
Day 5: Relaxation, Reflection, and Regret (and a failed attempt at grocery shopping)
- Morning: Sleep in! Finally. The only plan for today: Be.
- Stronger Emotional Reaction: I needed this. My body is screaming for a break after yesterday's adventure.
- Afternoon: Attempted grocery shopping. Failed. The store I went to had about a million types of olive oil, but I couldn't find anything I actually wanted for a simple lunch. I ended up eating a leftover gyro from a street vendor.
- Imperfection: Also realized I need more bug spray. Those mosquitoes are relentless. I think they're plotting my demise.
- Evening: Watching the sunset from the balcony, glass of wine in hand. Thinking about life. Thinking about how much I don't want to go home.
- Quirky Observation: The cat from the next door is now visiting my balcony and trying to steal my food. It's actually kinda cute.
Day 6: Beach Day and the Final Feast (and saying goodbye is hard)
- Morning: Beach day! Spent the morning swimming and sunbathing. The water is crystal clear and perfect. It's making all the worries from the beginning of the week just melt away.
- Afternoon: Back to Silver Dream Home.
- More Rambling: I'm gonna miss this place forever.
- Evening: Final feast at my favorite taverna. Seafood platter, more wine, and a deep, happy sigh.
- Emotional Reaction: I don't want it to end. I don't want to leave. I'm going to miss Crete, and Gold Dream Home, and the simple joys of life here.
Day 7: Departure and the Promise to Return (and the dread of home)
- Morning (ish): Pack. This is never fun. Say goodbye.
- Anxiety Level: 9/10. Because going back. :(
- Afternoon: Transfer to Heraklion Airport (HER). Praying my luggage actually makes it back home.
- Evening: On the plane. Looking out the window through the clouds. I'm already dreaming of my return.
- Stream of Consciousness: Crete, you were incredible. I'll be back. I promise. Just gotta go home and face the real world for a bit, alas.
- Opinionated Language: Farewell, golden isle. Soon, I'll dream of your sun, your food,
Okay, let's be honest, is this "Escape to Paradise" thing *really* paradise? I'm side-eyeing the brochure, tbh.
Alright, buckle up Buttercup, because I’m not going to feed you the sugar-coated brochure BS. Is it perfect? Nope. Is it paradise *for me*? Absolutely, most of the time. Look, I've seen some questionable "paradises" in my time, usually involving lukewarm beer and a rusty bucket. This? Different league.
You've got the view… the kind that makes you want to chuck your phone in the sea (until you remember you need it to take pictures). The villa itself? Stunning. Modern, clean, with a chef's kitchen that I, personally, have mostly used to assemble cheese and crackers at 3 AM. There *was* that one time I tried to make a proper Greek salad. Let's just say olive oil and a new frying pan didn't mix well. 🤦♀️
The staff? Mostly amazing. Maria, she cleans better than my grandma (and that's saying something!). But even she has her off days. One morning, I woke up to find my favorite seashell, *the important one*, had been banished to the bin. We're still working on getting it back. #shellgate
So yeah, paradise? With the occasional minor seashell crisis and a healthy dose of reality. It's pretty darn close.
What's the Wi-Fi situation like? Because I *need* to Instagram my feta. Priorities, people.
Okay, let's talk connectivity. Crucial stuff. The Wi-Fi is generally decent, thank the gods. Reliable enough for posting those feta pics, Facetiming your annoying sister, and, you know, actually doing work if you’re one of those tragic people who *has* to.
HOWEVER…
There are moments. Moments when the Wi-Fi throws a tantrum. Usually, this happens when you *really* need to upload that sunset shot with the perfect golden hour glow. You’ll be screaming at your phone, while desperately trying to remember your password for the neighbor’s unsecured network. Been there, done that. It's the Greek version of Murphy's Law.
Also, pro-tip: the router sometimes hides. I spent a good hour once wrestling with dusty linen closets and suspicious-looking pipes before finding it. Turns out, it was behind a tapestry of a donkey. Go figure.
So, Wi-Fi: mostly yes, with the occasional dramatic pause. Keep a backup plan, like a good book or a strong glass of wine. Probably both, actually.
Can I actually afford this? Or am I just destined to drool at the pictures?
Look, I’m not going to lie. This isn't a "budget backpacker" kind of deal. It's an investment, baby. A splurge. A "treat yourself after surviving another existential crisis" kind of situation.
But!
Listen, I've seen the calculations. You might be able to scrape enough from the "emergency wine" fund to have a short stay. Then again, maybe not. Look at the pricing on the website, it's a bit of a rollercoaster depending on the season. Consider:
* **Flights:** Expensive, but book in advance.
* **Food:** You can eat like royalty, or you can explore the local tavernas and eat like a *very* happy mortal. Trust me, the latter is the best.
* **Activities:** They got everything from cooking classes (don't repeat *my* Greek salad fiasco) to boat trips, so you're going to want to budget for those too.
Honestly? If you’re pondering the pictures, start saving. It *is* worth it. Trust me on this one.
What's the surrounding area like? Is it all just tourist traps and overpriced souvenirs?
Okay, so the immediate vicinity is gorgeous. The beach, the little village… it’s all picture-postcard perfect. But don't let the brochure fool you - it´s not all perfection *every* day.
Yes, there *are* some touristy bits. Souvenir shops selling miniature Parthenons that probably fell apart the moment they were made, etc. But here's the secret: get off the beaten track.
Rent a car. Explore. Drive up into the mountains. Find the local restaurants that don’t have English menus. (My first attempt, I accidentally ordered a plate of fried snails. Still not sure if I enjoyed it, but the experience? Priceless.) Chat with the locals. Learn a few Greek phrases. Even just a "Yiasas!" (hello/goodbye) goes a long way.
Because the *real* Crete, the one hidden beneath the glossy surface, is all about authentic experiences. And that's where the magic happens.
I'm a total newbie to Crete/Greece. Will I be utterly lost and overwhelmed?
Honestly? Probably a little bit. At first. But that’s the fun part!
Look, I was a total idiot when I first came. I couldn't tell a gyro from a souvlaki. I was terrified of the moped rentals. I got lost on backroads more times than I care to admit. I nearly ended up at the wrong airport once.
But the people are lovely. They're patient. They'll help you. They'll laugh with you (probably *at* you a little, but in a friendly way). There's a certain rhythm to life in Crete. You have to slow down. Embrace the chaos.
Learn a few basic phrases – 'parakalo' (please), 'efharisto' (thank you), and 'ena krasi, parakalo' (one wine, please) are essential. Google Translate is your friend (until the Wi-Fi dies). And be prepared to navigate by instinct, hand gestures, and the occasional act of extreme guesswork.
It's an adventure. And you'll make mistakes. Lots of them. But that's how you learn. And that's how you fall in love with the place.
What about the food?! Is it as amazing as everyone says? (Because I live for food.)
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! The food! Oh, the food! Buckle up, because this is where I get *really* enthusiastic.
It’s more than amazing. It’s a religious experience. Okay, maybe that's a slight exaggeration. But seriously: the fresh-baked bread, still warm from the oven. The olive oil, so good it makes you want to drink it straight from the bottle (don't do that, though). The grilled fish, caught that morning. The unbelievably delicious, melt-in-your-mouth lamb.
And the vegetables! Grown in the fertile Cretan soil, bursting with flavour. The tomatoesHotel Deals Search
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