Escape to Paradise: Il Poggio Dei Pettirossi Awaits in Italy!
Escape to Paradise? Il Poggio Dei Pettirossi – My Italian Rollercoaster Ride!
Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because I’m about to spill the Tuscan tea on Il Poggio Dei Pettirossi. Forget the perfectly polished reviews, this is the real deal. I’m talking sun-drenched memories, questionable decisions involving excessive Aperol Spritzes, and the lingering scent of lavender that’s stubbornly clinging to my luggage. Let’s dive in, shall we?
First Impressions & Accessibility… Mostly There?
So, the name, "Il Poggio Dei Pettirossi" ("The Hill of the Robins") – already romantic, right? It is a beautiful spot, nestled in rolling hills. Getting there? Let’s just say my GPS and I had a spirited debate. But when I finally rolled (or, rather, careened) onto the property, the view… whoa. Breathtaking. Truly.
Accessibility? Okay, here's where things get a little… uneven. The website boasted "facilities for disabled guests," which, in Italy, can sometimes mean "a ramp that's steeper than Mount Vesuvius after a bad espresso." I saw some steps, some potential for assistance. I'm not in a wheelchair personally, but I feel for anyone who is. I recommend checking the exact specifications with the hotel directly before booking, especially if accessibility is a critical need.
The Good Stuff: Blissful Relaxation and Pampering – Oh, My Aching Body!
Listen, you go to Tuscany to relax. And Il Poggio Dei Pettirossi delivers on that front. My personal mission was to become one with the sun.
- Spa/Sauna/Steamroom, Oh My! The spa was a genuine highlight. The Sauna was hot and dry, the steamroom a cloud of fragrant bliss. I practically melted into the plush robes.
- Massages – Che Dio Vi Benedica! The massage therapists were magic. The body scrub left me feeling like a newborn babe (or, you know, a slightly less wrinkled one). I think I may have actually snoozed during one… a testament to their skillful hands!
- Pool with a View: Yes, yes, YES! The Swimming pool [outdoor] was stunning! The view from the pool with view was… well, it’s the image you have in your head of Tuscany. Clear blue water, sunshine, and the sweet whisper of olive trees. I spent hours bobbing around, feeling utterly, completely content. (And possibly plotting my escape from real life.)
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking – An Italian Love Affair (with Calories)
Let's be honest, the food is always a major factor in choosing a hotel in Italy. And Il Poggio Dei Pettirossi did not disappoint.
- Restaurants & Restaurants & Restaurants! So many options. The main restaurant offered a beautiful A la carte in restaurant menu, with dishes I couldn't even pronounce, but devoured anyway. There was a Vegetarian restaurant option (for my more health-conscious moments, which were fleeting), and the International cuisine in restaurant was top-notch.
- Buffet Bonanza: The Breakfast [buffet] was… well, it was breakfast in Italy. Croissants, cold cuts, cheeses that made my taste buds sing. The Asian breakfast option intrigued me, though I stuck to my usual carbs.
- Poolside Bliss & Happy Hour: You need a Poolside bar, and this one was perfect! The Happy hour was… dangerous. Aperol Spritzes, anyone? Yes, please.
- Room with a View (and Dinner): The Room service [24-hour] was a lifesaver after a particularly strenuous day of sunbathing. Ordering a simple Salad in restaurant and a bottle of wine while lounging on my terrace? Pure heaven.
Room Details: Where I Lived in Luxury (and Sometimes, Confusion)
My room was pretty darn fantastic.
- Amenities Aplenty Okay, let me gush: I had Air conditioning, a ridiculously comfortable Extra long bed, Air conditioning in public area, a Bathrobes, a Mini bar (a crucial element!), and a Coffee/tea maker (essential for those jet lag days). There was also a Safe box and a Desk, which I never touched. Who has time for work in Tuscany?!
- Bathroom Bliss: The Private bathroom was spotless, with a Bathtub and a Separate shower/bathtub. The Toiletries were lovely, and I appreciated the Hair dryer.
- Internet & Techy Stuff: They had Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!, which was a lifesaver for posting envy-inducing photos to Instagram. Internet access – LAN, Internet access – wireless was available.
- Slipper included. This is important!
Cleanliness and Safety – Feeling Protected or Just… Okay?
- Sanitization & Safety Measures: Okay, let's talk Covid. The hotel was trying. I saw Hand sanitizer readily available, and they were advertising Daily disinfection in common areas. The staff was clearly trained in Staff trained in safety protocol. I think the Anti-viral cleaning products were in use… though, honestly, I'm more focused on the wine menu. Hygiene certification was nice.
- Minor Gripes: They did Rooms sanitized between stays, which was reassuring. The Physical distancing of at least 1 meter was… a little iffy at times, especially around the pool. Look, I respect the effort, but Italians are inherently huggers.
Services & Conveniences – Useful or Just… There?
- Convenience is King (or Queen): They had a Concierge, Daily housekeeping, and Laundry service (thank goodness!). The Car park [free of charge] was a big plus. Cash withdrawal and Currency exchange, are perfect.
- For the Business Types: They have to have some Business facilities which includes the Meeting/banquet facilities and Meetings (and a Xerox/fax in business center).
- Little Extras: The Gift/souvenir shop lured me in more than once (I may have acquired a ceramic rooster). Invoice provided.
Things to Do & Ways to Relax – Beyond the Pool (If You Must)
Honestly? I spent most of my time horizontal. But the hotel did offer a range of activities.
- Meeting/banquet facilities and Meetings, Food delivery (score!) Business facilities
- Seminars: I saw something about a seminar on Tuscan wine… but I was busy drinking the wine.
- Getting Around: Airport transfer (excellent), Taxi service, and Car park [on-site]
- For the Kids: I didn't have any kids with me, but there were Kids facilities and mentions of Babysitting service.
The Quirks & Imperfections – Because Life Isn't Perfect (And Neither Is This Review!)
Okay, let’s be honest – Il Poggio Dei Pettirossi isn’t perfect. No place is. But that’s part of the charm!
- The Elevator Saga: The Elevator was… a work in progress. Sometimes it worked perfectly. Sometimes, it took you to a different floor than you wanted.
- The Language Barrier: While most staff spoke English, there were a few moments of hilarious miscommunication. Ordering a simple coffee turned into a philosophical debate on the merits of espresso.
- The Mosquitoes: They're relentless! Bring bug spray. Seriously.
Overall: Would I Return?
Absolutely. Despite a few minor hiccups, Il Poggio Dei Pettirossi was a fantastic escape. The location is stunning, the spa is heavenly, the food is divine. The little quirks? Well, they just added to the authentic Italian experience. If you're looking for a place to unwind, recharge, and soak up the Tuscan sun, this is it.
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Okay, buckle up, buttercups. This isn't some sterile, brochure-perfect itinerary. This is me in Il Poggio Dei Pettirossi, and trust me, it’s gonna be a bumpy, beautiful ride.
Il Poggio Dei Pettirossi: A Messy, Wonderful Week (Maybe. We'll See.)
Day 1: Arrival and Existential Crisis (aka, Settling In)
- Morning (ish): Touchdown in Rome. Ugh, the Fiumicino airport. Crowded, chaotic, and I swear, the air smells vaguely of stale pizza. Found the train, thankfully. The Italian train system is… well, it works, eventually. Prayed to the travel gods it wasn’t too delayed.
- Afternoon: Finally, the car rental chaos. (Side note: ALWAYS opt for the insurance. Trust me.) Google Maps, bless its heart, tried to send me down a goat track. Panic levels rose. Eventually, eventually, I found the freaking poggio.
- Late Afternoon: Arrived at Il Poggio Dei Pettirossi. Wow. Just… wow. The views… stunning. The air… clean. The silence… almost deafening. Checked in. The owner, (let's call him "Marco," because I forgot his actual name) was… Italian. Enthusiastic. Gesturing wildly. I understood about 20% of what he said. And that’s before I even saw the stairs. Holy mother of… it's a climb. But the view from the balcony? Worth it. Sigh of pure, unadulterated relief. Maybe I'll actually enjoy this, maybe.
- Evening: Unpacked, collapsed. The room! Rustic charm… which is code for “slightly wonky electrical outlets and a plumbing system that's seen some things.” But the view, I keep saying it, the view. Found a tiny, tiny local shop and bought some olives, bread, and wine. Sat on the balcony. Sunset. Contemplating… life. My choices. The fact that I haven't spoken Italian since high school, and even then, I wasn't fluent.
Day 2: Pettorano Sul Gizio - Charm and Chaos
- Morning: Attempted to make coffee in the wonky-outlet-room. Success!… albeit a slightly lukewarm, Italian-strength success. Explored Pettorano Sul Gizio itself. Medieval. Cobblestones that were clearly designed to break ankles. The church bells… relentless. Okay, maybe I’m too used to the quiet.
- Late Morning: Found the pharmacy. Apparently, I needed cough drops. Also, a bottle of some Italian wonder-tonic. The pharmacist spoke flawless English. (Go Figure. And I thought I would get away with not speaking Italian). Asked about the local restaurants. She gave me a look - the kind that suggests you're about to waste your time.
- Lunch: Found a trattoria recommended by the super helpful Pharmacist. Ordered something. I think it was pasta. The pasta? Perfection. Beyond perfection. Heaven in a bowl. (My tastebuds still believe it was the best pasta I will have in my long life). The house wine? Subtle. The local men at the next table were so proud of themselves, they even taught me how to say cheers.
- Afternoon: Wandered. Got lost. Found a tiny, ancient fountain. Took about a million photos. Bought a ridiculous hat from a shop run by a woman who looked like she'd stepped straight out of a Fellini film. Her name was Isabella, and she absolutely did not understand me. But we smiled a lot.
- Evening: Failed spectacularly at cooking dinner in the tiny kitchen (which is also charming, but has a certain smell). Back to the trattoria. Ordered the same pasta. Another glass. Another amazing meal. Found myself happily chatting with a couple from Ireland. Talked about life. Travel. The absurdity of it all.
Day 3: The Hike of (Almost) Certain Doom
- Morning: Inspired by the "stunning views," decided to go for a hike. Looked at the map… thought I was prepared. I was not prepared.
- Mid-Morning: Oh, the hike. Up, up, up. Through fields of wildflowers, past grazing sheep, alongside a precipitous gorge. Got some pretty great photos of the wildflowers. The sheep. The gorge, though the gorge photos looked more like a "small crack in the earth."
- Late Morning: Almost turned back. Legs screaming. Heart pounding. Resumed after an impromptu rest break with a chocolate bar.
- Lunch: Took a break by a waterfall after being told that there was a break when I made it to the peak. The water was freezing. The sandwich was dry. But the view from the top… Unbelievable. I could see forever. Felt a wave of pure… accomplishment. Maybe I wasn't totally useless!
- Afternoon: The descent. Much harder on the knees than the ascent. Contemplated calling for a helicopter rescue. (Okay, maybe that's a slight exaggeration.)
- Evening: Soaked in a hot bath. Ordered takeout pizza. Collapsed in front of the TV. Watched a dubbed Italian film. Understood approximately zero percent of it. Could not be happier.
Day 4: The Castle and the Cat (and a Moment of Quiet)
- Morning: Visited the Rocca di Casauria. A medieval castle. Imposing. A little bit spooky. Spent an hour wandering the ruins, imagining knights and damsels and dragons (okay, maybe not dragons).
- Afternoon: The cat! Back at the poggio, I met the most charming, fluffy, ginger cat. He’s probably been abandoned. He wants to be friends. He allowed me to cuddle him. Best moment of the trip, for sure.
- Evening: Tried to meditate on the balcony. Failed. The church bells. The distant barking of dogs. My own restless thoughts. But for about five minutes, I just… breathed. Watched the sunset. Felt a sense, a fleeting sense, of peace.
Day 5: Markets and Melancholy
- Morning: Went to a local market. Colors! Smells! Loud, boisterous Italians! Bought some cheese that smelled… challenging. Bought some fresh peaches that were divine. Realized I was starting to understand a little Italian.
- Afternoon: Went to Sulmona for the candy. It's famous for confetti (sugared almonds). Bought a huge bag. Ate half of it by the time I got back to the car.
- Late Afternoon (the melancholy part): Sat on the balcony. Watched the sunset. Thinking about home. Missing my family. Realizing that this trip, this whole thing… it's almost over. Which made me feel happy. But also sad. Like the end of a really good book.
- Evening: Another pasta dinner. Another glass of wine. Tried to memorize how to say "thank you" in Italian. Probably failed.
Day 6: The Day of the Volcano and the Unexpected Art
- Morning: Day trip to the Campo Felice. The Gran Sasso. The mountain range. The scenery is amazing.
- Afternoon: I drove, completely lost, to the town of Bussi sul Tirino, about which I knew nothing before. It isn't on the tourist route, but there's something to experience here. The town is mostly empty. But the art is not. It is a world-class gallery. I find artwork that is beautiful: sculptures, paintings, photography. A great find.
- Evening: Back to the Poggio, packing, planning, and drinking something that tasted like jet fuel with the last of the olives.
Day 7: Ciao, Italia (and a Moment of Panic)
- Morning: Packed. Said goodbye to the cat. Took approximately twenty-seven photos of the poggio. (Because you have to.) Drove to Rome. Tried not to think about the flight home.
- Late Morning/Early Afternoon: Airport madness. Security lines. The overwhelming smell of duty-free perfume. Found my gate, took out my boarding pass and realized… I was missing some documents! Panic. Rushed around, asking anyone and everyone. Eventually solved! (Thanks, travel gods, for being on my side.)
- Afternoon/Evening: Flight. Home. Exhausted. Brain buzzing with memories. Already planning the next trip. Because, despite the chaos,
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