Pension Neururer Sölden: Austria's BEST Kept Secret? (Unbelievable Views!)
Pension Neururer Sölden: Austria's BEST Kept Secret? (Spoiler Alert: Maybe!) - A Messy, Honest, and Unforgettably Dramatic Review
Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because you're about to get the FULL, unfiltered, possibly slightly hyperbolic (hey, I'm passionate!) story of my stay at Pension Neururer in Sölden. Is it Austria's best-kept secret? Well, let’s just say… it's got secrets, alright. And some of them are surprisingly delightful. Others? Well, keep reading…
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(Okay, Now the REALLY Good Stuff)
First things first: the views. Oh. My. God. We’re talking snow-capped mountains, endless blue skies (on a good day, naturally – more on that later!), and a feeling of being utterly, completely, and gloriously isolated from the real world. You can practically taste the crisp mountain air. (And yes, I did try to taste the air. Don’t judge me – altitude sickness makes you do weird things.) From my balcony, it was like staring at a postcard come to life. Seriously, the view alone almost makes this place a winner. Almost.
Getting There & Getting Around (Accessibility, Baby!)
Right, so, the accessibility. This is where things get, shall we say, interesting. The website promises wheelchair accessibility. I'm not in a wheelchair, but I've seen accessible promises broken before. The main areas seemed okay – elevators, ramps where needed. But, and this is a big BUT, some of the pathways around the property? Let's just say they’d give an Olympic athlete a workout. Gravel, slopes, and the occasional rogue snowdrift… it’s a bit dicey after a few celebratory schnapps, especially if you're attempting a midnight snack run. While the main hotel is accessible, navigating everything around the hotel might be challenging!
Food, Glorious Food (and the Occasional Food Fight – Metaphorically Speaking)
Breakfast! This is where my inner food critic came roaring to life. The breakfast buffet at Pension Neururer is (in my humble opinion) a triumph of Austrian comfort food. We are talking a full-on buffet, that includes items like a full breakfast, Western cuisine, Asian breakfast all rolled into one, and I, as a big food lover, was so pleased to see this. And you know what? The Asian Cuisine was actually not too bad. I mean, I was in Austria, not Japan, but hey, variety is the spice of life, right?
"A La Carte in Restaurant." Yes, they do offer this, but the buffet is the star of the show.
"Breakfast [Buffet]." Absolutely, and the biggest draw! The buffet had a surprising variety.
"Buffet in Restaurant." See above.
"Coffee/tea in restaurant." Coffee was plentiful, strong, and exactly what I needed after a night of Happy Hour.
"Happy Hour." The bar is well-stocked. And because it's Austria, the beer is fantastic.
"Restaurants." There is one restaurant located on the premises.
"Western cuisine in restaurant." This is the mainstay with options such as a full breakfast.
"Asian Cuisine in restaurant." In-house dining offers a surprising Asian-inspired menu.
"Poolside bar." Yes!
I must admit, I had a minor incident that led to the Bottle of Water being removed from my room. After the first day, it did not get replaced.
(Rooms & Amenities - The Ups, Downs, and Weirdness)
My room? Clean, comfortable (that extra-long bed was a godsend after a day of skiing!), and with a killer view. But… and there’s always a but, right? The decor was… let’s call it "rustic". Think comfortable, but not exactly cutting-edge design. I got the feeling it hasn’t been updated in a few years (maybe decades?), but I didn’t mind, to be honest. It had personality, and there’s something to be said for a place that feels genuinely Austrian, not just a cookie-cutter hotel.
"Air conditioning in public area." Yes, but sometimes it's a little weak.
"Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!" YES! And for the most part, it works. Mostly. Sometimes the connection is really, really slow.
"Bathroom phone." This is a thing! I used it to order extra coffee.
"Bathtub." YES! This was glorious after a day of skiing.
"Coffee/tea maker." Praise be!
"Daily housekeeping." Our room was kept immaculate and clean, every day!
"Extra long bed." I'm tall, so this was a huge bonus!
"Hair dryer." Essential.
"In-room safe box." Useful for storing valuables.
"Internet access – wireless." Yes, see above re: speed.
"Non-smoking rooms." Yes!
"Private bathroom." It was pretty basic, but functional.
"Refrigerator." Great for keeping drinks cold.
"Satellite/cable channels." Good for a lazy afternoon.
"Shower." It worked!
"Soundproofing." Some of the rooms are more soundproof.
"Wake-up service." Yes! (And they actually woke me up!)
"Wi-Fi [free]." Yep!
The Spa & Relaxation Zone: Heaven on Earth (Mostly!)
Okay, picture this: a pool with a view that stretches across the mountains, a sauna that smells like pine needles and heaven, and a steam room that melts away all your stresses. This is Pension Neururer's spa area, and it's a serious highlight. I spent a ridiculous amount of time there. The Pool with a view is the centerpiece, of course. And after a dip in the pool, I just went directly to the Sauna, Spa/sauna, Steamroom. Massage? Yes, please!
"Body scrub." available!
"Body wrap." available!
"Foot bath." available!
"Gym/fitness." Not huge, but enough to sweat a little.
"Massage." available!
"Sauna." AMAZING.
"Spa." The Spa.
"Steamroom." Pure bliss after skiing!
"Swimming pool." The outdoor pool is an absolute must-do.
"Swimming pool [outdoor]." See above.
(And here’s a slightly embarrassing confession:) I spent an entire afternoon in the sauna, alternating between sweating like a pig and gazing out at the snow-covered peaks. I think I achieved a state of near-zen.
Cleanliness & Safety: Feeling Safe (Mostly)
Pension Neururer takes hygiene seriously. I saw Hand sanitizer everywhere, and the staff was definitely adhering to safety protocols. I did not see any Anti-viral cleaning products, but the rooms were clean, and I felt safe.
"Hand sanitizer." Available everywhere!
"Hygiene certification." I saw a few, but it wasn’t the main focus.
"Physical distancing of at least 1 meter." More or less, depending on the situation.
"Rooms sanitized between stays." Pretty sure.
"Safe dining setup." The food and buffet was very well managed.
"Staff trained in safety protocol." Yes.
The Quirky Touches & Imperfections That Make It… Well, Human
Alright, here's the REAL deal. Pension Neururer isn’t perfect. It's got quirks. The kind of quirks that make you chuckle, roll your eyes, and ultimately… love it.
The "Lost in Translation" Moments: Let’s just say, the staff’s English isn’t always perfect. This led to some hilarious communication mishaps. One morning, I apparently ordered a "goat-sized breakfast" (I blame the altitude), which turned out to be a lot of sausages.
**The "Myst
Okay, buckle up buttercup, because we’re not just planning a trip to Pension Neururer in Sölden, Austria; we’re living it. Forget perfect Instagrammable moments, we're aiming for the glorious, messy, and utterly relatable human experience.
Pension Neururer: The (Mostly) Unplanned Adventure
Pre-Trip Ramblings & Panic Attacks (Essential, really)
Okay, first, the planning. Yeah, that was me, staring into the abyss of flight prices and ski rental options and… losing the will to live. Honestly, booking this thing felt like navigating a minefield. And the packing? Don’t even get me started. I swear I always pack far too much, and then… forget the one essential thing. This time, it’s almost certainly the ski gloves. Guaranteed.
And the anxiety? Oh, it’s raging, mostly about the altitude. I'm a sea-level creature. I'll probably be gasping for air like a landed fish. But hey, we're going to the freakin' Alps! Suck it up, brain.
Day 1: Arrival, Altitude Woes, and Apfelstrudel Therapy
Morning: (The dreaded flight…) Okay, so I slept through the breakfast service on the plane (typical). Landed in Innsbruck, and almost immediately regretted wearing those cute but impractical boots. Lesson learned: comfort over style, always.
Mid-day: The drive to Sölden was… breathtaking. Seriously. The mountains are just massive. And the air? Thin. I was already feeling the altitude, but the views were worth every gasp. (Side note: I’m pretty sure I saw a rogue marmot. Adorable little fluffball.)
Afternoon: Arrived at Pension Neururer. It's… cozy. Like your grandma's house, if your grandma lived in a postcard-perfect Alpine village. The owner, a woman who looked like she’d single-handedly carved the mountains out of granite, greeted us with a smile that could melt glaciers. (Thankfully, the altitude wasn't helping).
Evening: Altitude headache kicked in. Bad. But then… Apfelstrudel! Oh, the Apfelstrudel! Warm, cinnamony, with a perfect flaky crust. I swear, that pastry was a religious experience. Possibly the best thing I've ever eaten in my entire life. This is how they heal the altitude sickness, I swear.
- Further Thoughts On Strudel: Do you know, I've never understood the obsession with food until now. I could have eaten the next 100 in a row. I'd sell my firstborn for another right now and I'm not even fond of kids. I think I might be in love with the baker.
Evening, Second Half: Collapsed into bed. Watched some Austrian TV. Couldn't understand a word, but the scenery was pretty.
Day 2: Skiing… Or, More Accurately, Attempting to Ski
Morning: The reason for the trip! Ski rental fiasco. My boots were tight, my skis were long, and I felt like a newborn giraffe trying to walk.
Mid-day: The lift! Up, up, up we went. The view from the top was… terrifyingly beautiful. I have a fear of heights, but I've got to be a hero for the 'Gram, and for bragging rights back home. The first run? A disaster. More flailing than finesse. Fell more times than I care to admit. But hey, at least I didn't break anything (yet).
Afternoon: Found a slightly gentler slope. Progress! I’m practically a pro now, at least compared to this morning. The thrill of (sort of) gliding down the mountain is addictive. Followed it with a stumble, then a faceplant. (Note to self: invest in a helmet cam. For… posterity?)
Evening: Post-skiing beers at a slope-side bar. Warm, cozy, and gloriously exhausted. Shared our day's mishaps with a group of (much better) skiers. Even shared the fact that I now know how it feels to be a pretzel, being contorted around by the force of the Earth.
- Further Thoughts on The Skiing: I'm convinced that skiing is 90% about the après-ski. The burning muscles, the wind-chapped face, the utter humiliation of falling… This is all worthwhile for that post-ski beer. That taste of delicious, expensive, beer, in the warmth, and the knowledge that you survived the slopes for another day. And the people! The stories! The sheer joy of being utterly, utterly knackered with a pint resting in your hand. This is life, I think.
Evening, Second Half: More strudel! (Is there ever too much strudel? No.)
Day 3: Rest Day, Village Exploration, and a Possible Near-Death Experience
Morning: Slept in! Bliss. Woke up feeling like I'd been run over by a snowplow. Legs? Gone.
Mid-day: Explored the village. Sölden is charming! Quaint shops, cobblestone streets, and the delicious smell of… more strudel. (Seriously, is there a strudel factory hidden somewhere? I need to know.) Found the perfect souvenir: A wooden coaster in the shape of a cow. (Because, Austria.)
Afternoon: Decided to be adventurous (stupid, really). Took a walk on a scenic trail. It was icy. Very, very icy. Slipped. Almost slid off the edge of the mountain. (Cue dramatic music). Grabbed a tree branch at the last second. Saved myself. Sat down for a minute to weep and laugh and then had to walk back down.
Evening: Dinner at a traditional Austrian restaurant. The food was hearty, the atmosphere was lovely, and the schnapps… well, let’s just say I might have lost a few brain cells.
- Further thoughts on the near-death experience: I still don't know how I didn't die. The drop was… serious. I would 100% blame the schnapps on the fact that I decided to go hiking. Maybe I'll blame the schnapps for every bad decision for the rest of the trip. Seems like a good plan.
Evening, Second Half: Stargazing. The sky, unpolluted by city lights, was absolutely incredible. Felt small, insignificant, and strangely at peace.
Day 4: Second Ski Day… and the inevitable wipeout.
Morning: Back on the slopes! Determined to improve. (Spoiler alert: I didn't.)
Mid-day: Found a black run, "just to see." Did it. Briefly. Then I wiped out. Spectacularly. (Picture me as a human snow angel, flailing in the air.) I think I invented a new Olympic sport: The ski tumble.
Afternoon: More gentle slopes! This time, I managed to stay upright, for a while. The fresh air, the sun, the sheer beauty of the surroundings… Pure joy!
Evening: Last night in Sölden. Bitter-sweet. One last Apfelstrudel. Maybe the last one. (I'm already planning my return, just for that strudel.)
- Further thoughts on the last day I felt a real sense of freedom today. Also a sense that I’m going to feel every single muscle tomorrow. I want the mountain to be my friend, but I'm not sure it wants the same thing. And the fact that I was so bad at skiing and yet had such an amazing time is a lesson. I always feel like the big moments in my life will require a skillset I don’t have, but here I am, laughing about it, with a beer in my hand. Good enough.
Evening, Second Half: Packed. (Successfully, this time, I think). Reflecting on a trip that was far from perfect, but absolutely perfect in its messiness.
Day 5: Departure
- Morning: Final breakfast at Pension Neururer. Said goodbye to the kind woman who ran it. Promised to come back for more strudel. (And maybe learn to ski properly.)
- Mid-day: The drive back to the airport. Tears. Goodbye, mountains. Goodbye, Apfelstrudel. Hello, real life.
- Afternoon: (The dreaded flight…) Home. Tired, sore, and already dreaming of the next adventure. And of course, the next Apfelstrudel. The real question is… when can I afford to go back?
Final Thoughts:
This trip wasn't about perfection. It was about the unexpected moments, the stumbles, the laughter, and the (literal) drops. It was about embracing the mess, the mistakes, and the sheer, unadulterated joy of being alive. And yes, it was all a bit wild, but it was a truly unforgettable experience. And, as always, I'm already plotting my return.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to find a bakery. I have a serious Apfelstrudel craving.
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Pension Neururer Sölden: Austria's BEST Kept Secret? (Unbelievable Views!) - Let's Dive In!
Alright, folks, let's get real. "Best Kept Secret?" About Pension Neururer in Sölden? After my trip, I can tell you... it's complicated. But, oh so worth it. Buckle up, 'cause this ain't your glossy brochure tour. We're getting into the messy, the wonderful, and the "did I *actually* forget my socks?" parts of the experience.
1. So, "Best Kept Secret"... Really? Or Just Marketing Hype?
Okay, the whole "secret" thing? More like a well-guarded, slightly dusty treasure chest. Yes, the views? Unbelievable. Like, jaw-on-the-floor, forgot-to-breathe-for-a-solid-minute kind of stuff. Picture this: waking up, pulling back the curtains, and BAM! Snow-capped Alps, crisp air... Makes you want to yodel (and trust me, I tried, much to the amusement of my roommates). Is it *completely* secret? Nope. But it's not overrun with the hordes you might find in other, *ahem,* "popular" resorts. There's a certain intimacy there that I found… magic.
2. The Views. Let's Talk About Them. Because, Wow.
Alright, story time. Picture this: Day one. Jetlagged. Slightly grumpy. Clumsily fighting with my luggage in the tiny elevator (another story for another time). Finally heave the door open to my room… and… *WHAMMO*. The mountains! I legit forgot to take the picture. I just stood there, mouth agape, feeling like I was floating in a giant, snow-covered postcard. Seriously, the views are the *reason* to go. They're the reason you forgive the creaky floors and the slightly dated decor (which, let's be honest, adds to the charm!). They're the reason you remember why you love travel in the first place. The picture frame I'm describing? It was the mountains. Every morning, every evening. Breath-taking. And honestly, the best part? No Instagram filters needed. Mother Nature nailed it.
3. The Rooms: Rustic Charm or Just… Old?
Okay, honesty hour. The rooms aren't exactly "modern chic." They're more… Alpine Grandma's attic meets your childhood ski lodge. Think wooden furniture, floral curtains, and maybe, just maybe, a slightly temperamental shower head. But you know what? It adds to the charm! It’s cozy. It feels comfortable. It's not trying to be something it's not. And after a long day on the slopes, all you really *need* is a warm bed and a place to plop your weary bones. My room? It had a balcony! I spent so much time on that balcony I practically *lived* there. If you're after luxury, maybe this isn't your place. But if you're after authentic, simple, and a place to relax after you ski all day? You've hit the jackpot. Besides, who spends time cooped up in their room when there are mountains to conquer?
4. Food, Glorious Food! What's the Grub Like?
Breakfast... was good. Not gourmet, not fancy, but good. Loads of breads, cheeses, meats... the staples. Enough to fuel your adventures. Dinner? That’s where things got interesting. Traditional Austrian fare. Hearty, flavorful, and sometimes a little... heavy. Think schnitzel, sausages, dumplings, and enough carbs to get you through a blizzard. The portions were *huge*. I swear I gained five pounds just from smelling the stuff. And the desserts? Forget about it. Apple strudel that could make a grown person weep with joy. Don't expect Michelin star cuisine, but do expect filling, delicious food that warms you up from the inside out. And the best part? The communal dining experience. You're bound to strike up conversations with other guests, sharing stories and laughter. I met some of the most interesting people over plates of dumplings. It was the best.
5. The Skiing: Is Sölden Actually Good? (and Are the Slopes Accessible?)
Listen, I'm not a super-expert skier. I'm more of a "look-at-the-view-and-gracefully-fall-over" kind of skier. BUT! Sölden? The skiing is fantastic. Tons of runs, a good mix for all levels, and the lifts are generally efficient. And, bonus points, the pension is *super* close to the lifts. You can practically roll out of bed and onto the slopes! The accessibility is a HUGE deal. No endless bus rides or struggling with heavy gear. It's all right there. I mean, my first day, I fell more than I skied... but even that was fun, surrounded by those mountains. The location of the pension makes it that much easier.
6. Any Quirks or Annoyances I Should Know About? (Be Honest!)
Okay, let's get the slightly-less-than-perfect stuff out of the way. The internet? Spotty. Don't expect to stream Netflix. (Honestly, you *shouldn't* be streaming Netflix – you’re in the Alps!). The walls? Thin. You *will* hear your neighbor's snoring. Embrace it. The elevator? Tiny. See previous luggage-related trauma. But honestly? These are minor blips on the radar. The view, the food, the atmosphere... they more than make up for it. It's part of the charm. A little imperfection keeps things real, you know?
7. Would You Go Back? (The Ultimate Question!)
Absolutely. In a heartbeat. Despite the minor quirks, the patchy internet, and the fact that I might *still* be dreaming of that apple strudel... I'd go back. Because Pension Neururer in Sölden offers something special. It's not just a place to stay; it's an *experience*. It's a chance to disconnect, reconnect with nature, and feel a little bit... magical. And you know what? That "best kept secret" feeling? It's true. It's the kind of place you want to keep to yourself... while secretly wanting to shout its praises from the mountaintops. And now, thanks to this, I have done so.
