Escape to Paradise: Your Fenced Garden Getaway in Zierow, Germany
Escape to Paradise: Zierow's Secret Garden (My Honest Messy Review!)
Okay, so "Escape to Paradise"… sounds dreamy, right? Well, let me tell you, after my recent jaunt to Zierow, Germany, it was… something. Let's just say my experience was less "sun-drenched bliss" and more "slightly bewildered traveler navigating a maze of perfectly manicured hedges." But hey, that's life, right? And this review? Totally imperfect, just like me.
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So, First Impressions… (And a Totally Unsolicited Rant About the Lack of "Welcome" Cookies):
Pulling up to "Escape to Paradise," the initial vibe was… refined. Think perfectly symmetrical flowerbeds and a gate that looked like it belonged in a fairytale. Okay, I’ll admit, the aesthetic was spot on. The name "Escape to Paradise" does set the bar high. I, for one, was REALLY hoping for a free welcome cookie. Ya know? To start the paradise-ing? Nope. Not a cookie. Immediately, I was a little deflated. Okay, moving on.
Accessibility & Getting Around (Crucial Stuff!):
The website claimed accessibility. And technically, yes, it was… okay. The elevator was a godsend. However, maneuvering in a wheelchair could be tricky in some areas. Public areas have an air conditioning (thank god!). While the rooms themselves were relatively spacious, some hallways felt a little tight. I mean, my suitcase and I almost had a wrestling match at one point. There’s a car park (free of charge!), which is always a bonus because driving in a new country always makes me feel like I'm about to fail my driving test again.
The Rooms: A Mixed Bag (Like My Mood Swings):
Alright, the rooms. Sigh. I've seen worse, I've seen better. I got a room with a window that opened (thank goodness for fresh air!). Had a separate shower/bathtub situation, which is always a win for a long soak. The bed was comfy. And the blackout curtains? Glorious. Slept like a baby. They even had bathrobes and slippers (luxury!). BUT, the "complimentary tea" was, shall we say, underwhelming. And the décor? A little… beige. Reminded me of a dentist's waiting room. I mean, I get "minimalist," but come on, guys, a splash of color wouldn't kill anyone.
- Important Note: They offered an additional toilet (praise be!)! A real upgrade, honestly.
- Extra-Long Bed: Yes! A true blessing after a long flight, finally a good amount of room for my long legs.
Wi-Fi & Internet: Fast, Reliable, Kind of Boring, Honestly:
Free Wi-Fi in all rooms. YES! Internet [LAN] was available AND Wi-Fi in public areas. No complaints there. Fast, reliable, and didn't require me to enter my credit card information every five minutes. Big win. The hotel made sure to take care of the internet services.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: The Foodie Adventure (and the Occasional Foodie Failure):
Let's be real, this is where it got interesting. The breakfast buffet? Absolutely epic. Okay fine, I am a sucker for the Western breakfast. Fresh bread, pastries, and cheeses. A vegetarian restaurant. And a really really good coffee/tea in restaurant. I may have sampled… everything. More than once. There were some options for Asian cuisine in restaurant. However, there was no breakfast takeaway service, which I think is a huge, missed opportunity! I, and my hungry stomach, would be waiting. The poolside bar? A great place to start.
- The "Incident": Okay, so here's a story. I ordered a salad. Sounds simple, right? Wrong. What arrived was a plate of… something. Let's just say it involved ingredients I couldn't identify. It was… an… experience. But the waiter was SO apologetic, and they offered me some desserts in the restaurant to make up for it. They made it right, but I still shudder a little when I think about that salad.
- Room Service: 24-hour room service is a total lifesaver. Especially that one night when I definitely overindulged at dinner… and then definitely needed a pizza at 2 AM.
- Happy Hour: It has one. Enough said.
Things to Do & Ways to Relax: Paradise in the Backyard, Perhaps?
The Spa was… a highlight. The pool with a view was stunning (worth every Instagram photo opportunity!). The sauna and steam room? Pure bliss. I treated myself to a massage. I felt like a new person! After my massage, I was thinking about my worries and then I was feeling my worries go. Then there was a fitness center with the gym/fitness, but I unfortunately don't know how to use them. But hey, I’m glad the option was there!
- The "Body Scrub" Mystery: I saw "body scrub" on the list and I had to try it! It was… interesting. Let's just say, I walked out feeling like I'd been through a tumble dryer filled with volcanic rock. But hey, my skin was smooth as a baby's bottom, so… worth it?
- The Terrace: A Place to Question Your Life Choices (In a Good Way): The terrace was a welcome haven. The open-air terrace was somewhere to be able to sit for a while and wonder where the heck I had been!
Cleanliness and Safety - Feeling Secure!
Escape to paradise was great with cleanliness and safety, I felt safe and secure. Staff trained in safety protocol. I appreciated that they had hand sanitizer. Rooms sanitized between stays, and also offered Anti-viral cleaning products.
Services and Conveniences: Above and Beyond (Sometimes):
They had a concierge service. A daily housekeeping. Valet parking. And a car park [on-site]. The "convenience store" was… cute. I mean, it had the bare essentials. The staff were friendly and helpful. But sometimes, I felt like there was a slight language barrier. Asking for butter was… an event.
- The "Invoice Provided" Revelation: Okay, this might sound boring, but having all my expenses neatly itemized on an invoice made life so much easier. I found that helpful.
For the Kids (And the Young at Heart):
I'm not a parent, but it definitely seemed family-friendly. They had babysitting service and kids facilities. But I couldn't vouch for this completely.
Getting Around:
They offer airport transfer. They offer a taxi service. Car park [free of charge].
The "Overall Vibe": Paradise? Maybe, but with a Hint of "Slightly Odd":
Look, "Escape to Paradise" has its quirks. It's not perfect. But it's got charm. It's clean, it's comfortable, and it has some serious relaxation potential. It's a good choice. It's a place to recharge, to explore, and to maybe… just maybe… find a little slice of paradise. But if you're expecting perfection? Prepare for the occasional slightly weird salad. And maybe pack your own cookies.
Would I go back? Probably. Because honestly, where else am I going to go that has that pool with a view, a sauna, a steam room, and a whole lot of peace? Plus, I need to redeem myself with that salad. I have unfinished business.
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Okay, buckle up buttercups, because this ain't your grandma's perfectly-planned travel itinerary. We're going to Zierow, Germany, and it's going to be… well, it's going to be us. And if "us" is anything like me, it'll be a glorious, slightly chaotic, food-obsessed, and constantly-questioning-my-life sort of adventure. Ferienhaus mit eingezaeuntem Garten (that means vacation home with a fenced garden, for all you non-German speakers out there) - here we come!
The Zierow Debacle (aka, The Itinerary…ish)
Day 1: Arrival and Mild Panic
- Morning (aka, The Great Luggage Struggle): Arrive at Rostock-Laage Airport (RLG). Okay, first off, the signs are awful. I swear I spent a solid hour just trying to find Arrivals. Luggage carousel? Another adventure entirely. Finally, finally, we emerge, looking like we've fought a baggage monster (which, honestly, felt accurate). Find the rental car – a suspiciously small Fiat Panda. Praying to the gods of legroom, which I apparently haven't done in a while.
- Afternoon (aka, The Drive to Zierow and Existential Dread): GPS programmed. Zierow, here we come! The drive is pretty… green. Lots of fields, some windmills, and a surprising number of cows judging me with those existential brown eyes. Halfway through, I start to question every life choice that led me to this moment. Did I pack enough snacks? Is this the perfect bread I am craving… will this be the first time ever I will find my soulmate bread? Who even am I?
- Late Afternoon (aka, The House Hunt and the Garden Drama): Arrive at the Ferienhaus. Key in hand, heart pounding with anticipation. The house is… charming! Okay, it’s definitely… rustic. The garden looks amazing, exactly as advertised. The fence, thankfully, is present and accounted for, which is a win because the dog basically runs on pure chaos. The dog, in particular, will definitely enjoy all the weeds the garden has to offer, so there is that. Unpack. Immediately spill coffee on the pristine white duvet cover. Sigh. This adventure is starting to feel a little too familiar with my everyday life.
- Evening (aka, Dinner and the Quest for the Perfect Schnitzel): Head into a local town to find dinner. My research (a quick Google search over coffee) suggests this area is Schnitzel heaven. That, my friends, is all I care about right now. Find a restaurant – a cozy Gasthaus, hopefully. I'm determined to find the juiciest, most perfectly breaded schnitzel in the entire universe. Failing that, beer will always be a good backup. The beer is always good. Maybe I should start with that…
Day 2: Beach Bliss (or Beach Disaster)
- Morning (aka, The Beach Combing and the Seagull Siege): Pack a picnic. Head to the beach! The beach at Zierow is supposed to be beautiful. Hopefully, it actually is. Find a spot. Set up my beach chair. Sunscreen? Check! Book? Check! Immediately get dive-bombed by a seagull that clearly has beef with humanity. That’s okay, I will take it. The beach is supposed to be a place for serenity… right?
- Afternoon (aka, Sandcastle Building and Existential Contemplation): Attempt to build a sandcastle (again, with the dog). Fail miserably. The dog, however, excels at destroying it. Watch the waves. Think about life. Wonder if I should have brought a bigger hat. The sun is brutal. Definitely should have packed a bigger hat.
- Evening (aka, Fish and Chips and the Sunset of Dreams): Find a beachside fish and chips place (yes, I know I'm in Germany, but craving fried food). Watch the sunset. Take a million photos. Feel intensely, ridiculously happy. Even with the seagull attack. This is exactly what I needed.
Day 3: Wandering Around and the Discovery of the Bakery
- Morning (aka, The Market and the Unexpected Sausage Incident): Explore a local market. Buy ridiculously overpriced plums that I probably won't eat. Get distracted by the sausage stand. Decide to try all the sausages. End up buying a whole mountain of them. Realize I have no reasonable way to store this sausage extravaganza.
- Afternoon (aka, The Coastal Stroll and the Wind's Revenge): Take a walk along the coast (probably the same coast as yesterday). The wind is ferocious. Almost lose my hat (again). Take some photos. Almost fall over. Feel deeply connected to nature, in a slightly disheveled, windblown kind of way.
- Late Afternoon (aka, The Bakery Revelation and Bread Rapture): This is a pivotal moment. Okay. This is the moment where everything changes. Discover a perfect bakery. The smell of freshly baked bread is intoxicating. Buy all the bread. This is it. This is the soulmate bread I have been looking for. Eat a whole loaf in one sitting. Regret nothing.
- Evening (aka, The Home-Cooked Meal and the Wine Experiment): Attempt to cook a meal at the Ferienhaus, utilizing the sausage mountain and the newly acquired bread. The results are… mixed. Open a bottle of local wine. Decide "mixed" is perfectly acceptable. Embrace the mess. Enjoy the view of the fenced garden.
Day 4: Island Hopping and the Great Ferry Fiasco (Maybe!)
- Morning (aka, The Ferry Frenzy and the Sea Breeze): This is the day, the day of the island… or maybe not. Research ferry schedules. Realize I am utterly terrible at planning. The schedules are in German, which I barely understand. Begin panicking. Decide to wing it.
- Afternoon (aka, The Island Adventure and the Unexpected Twist): If the ferry works, explore the island (probably Poel). If not, go back to the beach. Or maybe the bakery. The soulmate bread calls to me…
- Evening (aka, The Dinner Debate and the Sweet Sleep): Dinner. The location is TBA (To Be Announced). Maybe I'll just eat bread with sausages. Or the perfect Schnitzel. Sleep. Exhausted, happy, and dreaming of more bread.
Day 5: Farewell Zierow (and the Sadness of Leaving)
- Morning (aka, The Final Breakfast and the Packing Panic): Eat a final breakfast of bread, sausage, and whatever else I can find. Pack. Attempt to tidy up the Ferienhaus (again, with the dog). Realize I have accumulated far more things than I arrived with.
- Afternoon (aka, The Last Coastal Walk and the Goodbye Gaze): One last walk along the coast. Say goodbye to the sea, the sky, the wind, and the bread. Take a deep breath. This place… this messy, imperfect place… has stolen a piece of my heart.
- Late Afternoon (aka, The Airport Debacle – Again!): Drive back to Rostock-Laage Airport. Pray I can find Arrivals without getting hopelessly lost.
- Evening (aka, The Flight Home and the Reflective Sigh): Reflect on the glorious chaos, the food, the beach, the soulmate bread, and the unexpectedly wonderful vacation. Sigh contentedly. Start planning the next adventure. Because life, my friends, is too short for bad bread.
This is it. The actual details may vary wildly. The reality will undoubtedly be better (or at least, more interesting) than I can plan. And that, my friends, is the beauty of it all. Zierow, here we come!
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Okay, so... "Escape to Paradise"? Sounds a bit much, doesn't it? What's the *real* story with Zierow and this fenced garden?
Alright, alright, "Paradise" might be stretching it, like that time I tried (and failed spectacularly) to bake a sourdough starter. But honestly? Zierow *is* pretty darn special. Listen, I've been to my fair share of… let's call them "questionable" holidays. Think damp campsites, questionable kebabs… the works. This fenced garden in Zierow? It's a different story. It's got this… *vibe.* You know? The air just *smells* quieter. And the fence? Look, it's not Fort Knox, but it *does* keep out the noisy seagulls (mostly). Plus, it’s got this really beautiful, very old Apple Tree. It's the kind of place where you find yourself actually *relaxing*, which, for me, is a rare and wondrous thing.
Is it *really* secluded? 'Cause I need my peace and quiet. Like, *serious* peace and quiet.
Okay, here's the deal. Secluded? Yes and no. I mean, you're not going to be totally cut off from humanity (thank goodness! I need my internet fix, even on holiday!). It's within a short distance from the beach, but at the garden it feels very special. It’s more 'peacefully separate' than 'completely deserted.' You might hear the distant sounds of children giggling, which, let's be honest, can be lovely. Though I *do* remember one particularly loud family that nearly drove me insane one afternoon… But generally, yes, it’s a haven. A haven of slightly overgrown roses and the rustling of the leaves. The best part of the garden is that in the evening you can sit and just enjoy the peace and view of the nature after a long day on the beach.
What's this fenced garden thing all about? Is it like, a massive prison? Am I going to feel trapped?!
Whoa, hold your horses! Prison? Absolutely not. Think more… sanctuary. The fence is there for security, for that extra layer of privacy, and, yeah, to keep the local deer population out of the veggie patch (which, by the way, is a *very* good idea). But the fence isn't some imposing iron wall. It’s charming and wooden, and it kind of blends into the landscape. It provides safety and security. It’s more of a… protective hug, than a prison. You'll feel safe and secure, not trapped. Trust me, the hardest thing about leaving the garden is leaving the garden! You know, I was actually sad when I left. It made me emotional. It's a place of *calm*, not confinement.
Is it kid-friendly? My little terrors… I mean, *angels*… are coming.
Kid-friendly? Absolutely! The beach is a short walk away, and there are plenty of other kid-friendly activities in the area. Plus, those little terrors… I mean, *angels*… can roam around the garden safely, without you having to worry constantly. The garden is also a great area for playing, especially with the view of the nature around the property. Just… keep an eye on them near the apple tree. Apples + kids = potential sticky situation. Speaking from experience, of course… remember to bring some wet wipes and don't let them near the rose bushes!
Is it really *that* close to the beach? I’m a beach bum, and I need my fix, man.
Okay, so the beach… Let me tell you about the beach. It's *fantastic*. Pristine sand, that gorgeous Baltic Sea water… It’s so close that you can smell the sea air from the garden. Seriously! Okay, maybe not *all* the time, but it's incredibly close. I mean, like, practically a stone's throw. Don't take my word for it, it's maybe 5 minutes walk. You can easily spend the entire day there and then walk back to the property for a relaxing evening. Perfect for a beach bum, that's for sure. I practically lived on the beach, and I can't wait to go back! The last time, I spent several hours just sitting on the sand, which felt like all I needed. It was a perfect combination of relaxation and adventure.
What’s the kitchen situation like? I’m no Gordon Ramsay, but I can handle a decent meal.
The kitchen? It's… functional. It's got all the basics, so you can whip up a decent meal without feeling like you're starring in a culinary disaster movie. I, personally, am a huge fan of taking on the BBQ setup provided and cooking outside. The kitchen is a real 'do the dishes and enjoy the view' type of set up. And let me tell you, nothing beats a beer while I cooked, and I mean the view of the garden and the nature, not just the kitchen… (which has a lovely view, too, actually). Just don't expect a Michelin-star experience, and you'll be fine. It’s clean, it's well-equipped, and it does the job. And there are a bunch of great places to eat in town, so you don't have to cook *every* night. I was so glad I had the option to cook, as opposed to being forced!
Are pets allowed? My furry friend is family.
Yes! Pets are usually allowed, so you're in luck! They’re *part* of the family, of course they should come. But check with the property, as there might be an extra charge. It’s an ideal place to bring them, tons of space to run around in the garden, and best of all; no other dogs to potentially run into! Just make sure to keep them on a leash in the area, and please clean up after them. The owners are dog-lovers, but nobody loves dog mess.
What's the deal with parking? Is it a nightmare?
Nope, parking is usually fine. There's usually a designated spot for you. No stress about a parking space, which is a huge win! And frankly, I was very relieved when I arrived, because I did *not* want to be circling Zierow looking for somewhere to park. I hate that. So, yeah, parking is easy peasy.
Anything else I should know? Tips? Tricks? Secrets?
Okay, listen up, because I’m about to drop some gold… First tip: Bring some mosquito repellent. Those little critters can be relentless, especially in the evening. Second: Explore the surrounding towns. There are some charming little villages nearby with great restaurants! AndStay While You Wander
