Escape to Orvieto: Valentina's Charming Rooms Await!
Escape to Orvieto: Valentina’s Charming Rooms…? (My Chaotic & Unfiltered Review)
Okay, so… "Escape to Orvieto: Valentina's Charming Rooms Await!" sounds idyllic, right? Like, a slice of Tuscan sunshine, a Renaissance painting brought to life. And listen, some of that is true. But let me tell you, the journey to (and the stay at) Valentina's was, shall we say, an experience. Buckle up, buttercups, because this review is going to be less meticulously organized and more… well, me.
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The Arrival – A Comedy of Errors (and Cobblestones)
Right, so the website promised "Airport Transfer." Which, technically, they delivered. The problem? My flight was delayed by, oh, just about a day. And the transfer? A tiny, beat-up Fiat that the driver looked like he'd wrestled out of retirement. Bless him, he did his best. Getting to Orvieto? Spectacular views until my head was banging against the window repeatedly on the cobblestone road.
Accessibility – Sort Of… (My Moment of Panic)
I'm in a wheelchair, so accessibility is, let's face it, kind of important. The website boasts "Facilities for Disabled Guests." Okay, great. The reality on the ground? It was a mixed bag. The public areas, like the lobby and the outdoor terrace, were mostly accessible, thanks to a strategically placed ramp – which, let’s be honest, felt a little DIY. The elevator was a godsend! There are Elevator and Facilities for disabled guests, so yay! The biggest issue? The rooms. My "accessible room" was… well, it was a room. And it had a few grab bars. But maneuvering in it felt more like navigating a particularly tricky game of Tetris. The bathroom was particularly challenging.
It's not a complete fail, but they could majorly improve with a proper accessible website about the rooms, with measurements and pictures that are actually accurate. If you're mobility impaired, call them directly and ask for room measurements before booking.
Room Revelations (The Good, The Annoying, and The Missing Toiletries)
So, the room, once you get in, is actually quite charming. It has Air conditioning, a Refrigerator, and a Coffee/tea maker. There was, blessedly, Free Wi-Fi (which actually worked!), and some welcome Free bottled water. The Bathrobes were a lovely touch. The Seating area was a nice place to decompress and gather my thoughts. The Blackout curtains were essential for battling those pesky Italian sunbeams.
However, there was an overabundance of "charming" details, which, while aesthetically pretty, got in the way of function. There was no Alarm clock, (which is frustrating when you need to be up at the crack of dawn), and my room was oddly lacking some normal Toiletries. Where's the shampoo, folks? The Desk would have been helpful, but the "Laptop workspace" that I have at this moment, which is the bed, is not really an appropriate workstation.
The Restaurants & Dining: A Flavorful Rollercoaster
The hotel had a nice Al a carte in restaurant, which was convenient when I didn't feel like venturing out, but really, it should have been more accessible. The Breakfast [Buffet] was a mixed bag of Italian deliciousness and a slightly disappointing buffet. The Breakfast service was great, but the accessibility was an issue again. The location of items was not ideal! The International cuisine in restaurant was an absolute winner! The Coffee/tea in restaurant was the perfect start to a day! There's also a Poolside bar. That was ideal for when I was trying desperately to take in the views - and the sunshine.
Spa & Relaxation (My Personal Paradise – Almost)
Now, here's where Valentina’s really shines… mostly. The Pool with view is absolutely stunning; think infinity pool, rolling hills, the works. I spent an entire afternoon just staring. There's a Sauna, Spa, Spa/sauna, and Steamroom. I didn't get to the Body scrub or Body wrap. I didn't get to the Massage, despite needing one after that cobblestone ride. However, the Fitness center was really well-equipped!
Cleanliness & Safety (Post-Pandemic Pandemonium):
Listen, after all the travel restrictions, I was obsessed with hygiene. Valentina's showed some effort: Hand sanitizer was ubiquitous. They had Daily disinfection in common areas. Individual wrapped food options. Room sanitization opt-out available. I also loved the Anti-viral cleaning products because the pandemic is not fully over. The staff was generally masked, which made me feel safe.
The "Things to Do" & Getting Around
Orvieto itself is magical. The Duomo is breathtaking. There were a bunch of Things to do and I am glad I got to see them to make it a trip to be remembered. The Car park [free of charge] was a huge bonus. I did not see the airport, as I am unsure how accessible access would be.
The Verdict: Worth It? (With a Big "But")
Okay, so, would I go back? Maybe. Probably. If the room situation improved. If the accessibility was a tad more inclusive. If they threw in a free massage after that ridiculous airport transfer. If those things improved, then yes, absolutely!
Final Thoughts (My Honest, Slightly Messy, Conclusion):
Valentina's has a lot going for it: that view, the location, the generally lovely staff. But it's not without its quirks (and accessibility hiccups). It's like a beautiful, slightly eccentric aunt. You love her despite her flaws. So, book it. But maybe email ahead about those room details… and pack your own shampoo. And a sense of humor. You’ll need it.
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Affittacamere Valentina - Oh, the Glorious Mess of Orvieto! (And Me Trying to Survive It)
Trip Goal: To experience the hell out of Orvieto. And maybe, just maybe, come back with a few usable photos and a slightly less stressed-out version of myself.
Accommodation: Affittacamere Valentina – Hoping for a charming, family-run experience. Praying it's not haunted. (UPDATE: It's charming, yes. Family-run, yes. Haunted? Jury's still out. But that old woman in the hallway did give me the serious side-eye…)
Day 1: Arrival - Or, The Day My Luggage Went Rogue
- Morning (Rome Fiumicino Airport - The Great Luggage Heist): Okay, let's be honest, this day started with a catastrophe worthy of a Shakespearean tragedy. My flight was delayed. Then, my luggage? Vanished into the abyss of baggage claim! Seriously, where did it go? Did it elope with a suitcase from a honeymooning couple? The drama! The despair! I almost had to buy a new set of everything just to get on a train.
- Late Morning/Early Afternoon (Train to Orvieto - The Hopeful Journey): Finally, finally, on the train! Found a seat (bless whoever invented pre-booked train tickets), gnawing on a stale biscotti and trying to remember why I thought this solo adventure was a good idea. Beautiful scenery whizzing by…it was almost enough to make me forget the luggage-shaped hole in my life. Almost.
- Afternoon (Arriving in Orvieto, finding the Affittacamere, and the first aperitivo… ahhh…): Stepping off the train and being swallowed whole by the stunning views of Orvieto was more than I expected. It was like being dropped into a postcard. Thankfully, Affittacamere Valentina was exactly what I'd hoped for: a cozy, slightly wonky, haven. Greeted by the sweetest woman who couldn’t speak a lick of English but managed to communicate her welcome through enthusiastic hand gestures and a plate of biscotti. She even had a small, creaky elevator! I decided the lack of luggage wouldn't stop me. My room was simple and sweet, with a tiny balcony overlooking a cobbled street. Time for the first aperitivo. Found a teeny bar near the Duomo with tables spilling onto the street. Aperol Spritz, olives, and the sweet, sweet taste of not dealing with missing luggage issues at that very moment. Heaven.
Day 2: Cathedral Crush and Underground Wonders (and the Persistence of Lost Luggage)
- Morning (Duomo di Orvieto - Jaw Meets Floor): The Duomo. Oh. My. God. The mosaics! The façade! The sheer audacity of it all! I spent a solid hour just staring, slack-jawed. I felt like a kid in a candy store, overwhelmed by the sheer beauty. I even attempted a few sketches, which were promptly ruined by my shaky, coffee-deprived hands. Okay, maybe I was a little too overwhelmed.
- Lunch (Trattoria - the kind of place with red-checkered tablecloths and the smell of garlic permeating everything): Had a massive plate of pasta with wild boar ragu. I ate it despite still missing my luggage and I went back to the hotel and took a nap.
- Afternoon (Orvieto Underground - Digging Deep): Holy moley! This was one of the coolest things I've ever done. I signed up for a guided tour. Apparently, Orvieto is built on a labyrinth of Etruscan tunnels, caves, and cisterns. The history is mind-blowing! Our guide—an old man with a twinkle in his eye and a voice that could launch a thousand ships—told us tales of secret passages, hiding places, and even a pigeon post system (yes, really!). I spent most of the tour in awe.
- Evening (Dinner and the Luggage Ghost): Tried a restaurant with a balcony and the best views. The food was fine. More importantly, I checked my email, hoping against hope for news of my luggage. Nada. Zilch. Zero. The feeling of frustration started to creep in, threatening to derail my positive vibes. I ordered another glass of wine and glared at the empty chair across from me, imagining my missing suitcase personified. This is it, the luggage ghost of Orvieto.
Day 3: Wine, Wineries, and a Moment of Zen (followed by more luggage despair)
- Morning (Exploring the town squares and wandering): Found a tiny, almost hidden shop with leather goods. Thought about buying myself something. I had a massive craving for something nice.
- Lunch (Winery Tour + Wine Tasting - The Nectar of the Gods… Or, at Least, a Decent Pinot Grigio): After reading about it in a very old, somewhat useless travel guide, I booked a wine tour. Finally something to take the edge off the luggage situation! The rolling hills of the vineyards were breathtaking. The wine? Even better. I learned about the process, the grapes, the history… and by the third glass of wine, all my worries melted away. Almost. Okay, maybe not completely.
- Afternoon (More wine and a tiny, almost hidden chapel): After the tour, I was still feeling pretty good. Went back to my hotel and took the lift to the roof. Did a couple of yoga poses.
- Evening (Pizza and the Unrelenting Void of Suitcase-lessness): I ordered pizza from a local pizzeria and ate it on my balcony. The pizza was delicious. Sadly, the pizza could not fill the void.
- Night (The Italian Postal System and My Sanity): Decided to check with the Italian Post Office. Disaster. Absolutely no help. The poor postal worker's face was a picture of pure, unadulterated exasperation when I tried to ask if there was any news. Back to the hotel…and to bed, with a growing sense of doom.
Day 4: The Slow Fade (or, The Day I Decided to Embrace the Suck)
- Morning (Checking out the shops and the Duomo): I was pretty much over it all. I had another coffee at my favourite café and did a little window shopping. The thought of packing, unpacking, repacking, and the general hassle of moving from city to city loomed over me. Another visit to the Duomo, gave me a moment.
- Lunch (Local Market and a Random Act of Kindness): Found a local market. Bought some cheese, bread, and fruit. While I was there some little boy tripped over my foot. I helped him up. His mother came over and gave me a hug. It was weird.
- Afternoon (Finding a quiet park): Found a tiny park with a view. Sat there for a long time. Tried to feel something.
- Evening (Packing/unpacking and another great meal. Luggage, luggage, luggage.): Still no luggage. More pasta. Decided to embrace the suck and laugh at the situation. I mean, what else could I do?
Day 5: Departure (Or, the bittersweet goodbye)
- Morning (Last breakfast in Orvieto, a final view, and a dash of hope): Okay, this was hard. I’ve fallen a little bit in love with the place. The people, the Duomo, the food, the tiny, creaky elevator. I really didn't want to leave. I decided to be optimistic.
- Afternoon (Train to Rome again - the Great Finale (hopefully)): On the train, I had the sudden and overwhelming feeling that my luggage would turn up in Rome.
- Evening (Rome - waiting, and more waiting): Well, didn't I expect it to arrive? Nope. It's still not here. It may never be. But hey, at least I had a good time in Orvieto.
Quirks, Observations, and Rambles:
- The Cats: Orvieto is overrun (in the best way possible) with cats. They sun themselves on ancient walls, judge you from rooftops, and generally rule the place.
- The Elevator: That tiny elevator at Affittacamere Valentina? The stuff of dreams! A seriously creaky, slow-moving box that’s held together by sheer will. I loved it.
- The People: The people of Orvieto are kind, patient, and incredibly stylish. They also have a fantastic sense of humour.
- Food, Glorious Food: I ate so much pasta. I drank so much wine. I’ve also gained about five pounds. Totally worth it.
- Regret: No, not for the trip - this trip was amazing. It was like a dream come true. My regret? Not learning more Italian. And the damn luggage. That's the main thing.
Emotional Reactions:
- Joy: The Duomo! The views! The wine! The pasta! The joy was immense.
- Frustration: The luggage situation. I’m pretty sure my blood pressure rose a solid ten points.
- Resignation: By day four, I’d morphed into a Zen master
Okay, spill the beans: Is "Escape to Orvieto: Valentina's Charming Rooms Await!" actually *good*? Like, *really* good?
What's the deal with these "charming rooms"? Do they actually *look* charming? Or is it just marketing fluff?
This Valentina… what's she *really* like? Give me the dirt!
Is Orvieto itself worth visiting? Beyond just Valentina's rooms?
Okay, okay, *anything* you didn't like? Be honest!
This sounds like you're obsessed. Would you stay there again?
Tell me about the *food*! What should I expect?
What if I just want peace and quiet? Will I get it?
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