Escape to Paradise: Your Dream Cottage Awaits in Charming Merlemont, Belgium!
Escape to Paradise? More Like a Rambling Romp Through Merlemont: My Honest Take on "Your Dream Cottage Awaits"!
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because I just got back from "Escape to Paradise: Your Dream Cottage Awaits in Charming Merlemont, Belgium!" and let me tell you, the "paradise" part is… well, it's a work in progress. But don't get me wrong, there were moments. Glorious, Belgian chocolate-fueled moments. And then, well, there were moments where I was pretty sure I’d wandered into a very well-sanitized, but fundamentally confused convention. Let’s dive in, shall we?
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The Arrival: Promises, Promises… and a Slightly Shaky Start
First impressions? Let’s just say the exterior corridor wasn't quite the fairytale promised. It felt… functional. Like a very clean, slightly antiseptic, but functional. The building, however, did have a fire extinguisher, which I appreciated. Safety first, people! Speaking of which, the 24-hour front desk and security gave me a comforting sense that I wouldn’t be eaten by… well, anything.
Accessibility: A Mixed Bag (and My Knee) Demands More
They say "facilities for disabled guests." And the elevator? Yes, there's an elevator! (Essential, since I was, praise be, not on a high floor!) But… the devil’s in the details, isn't it? While the idea of being "wheelchair accessible" is great, navigating the narrow corridors with my (occasionally cranky) knee was… well, let's say I developed a newfound appreciation for the word “compact.” More signage couldn't hurt.
Inside My Cottage: A Tale of Two Bedrooms (and a Lot of Cleaning Supplies)
Okay, the rooms themselves! They boast of “air conditioning,” “free Wi-Fi,” “coffee/tea maker,” “bathrobes,” yes, yes, and yes! Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! Praise be! I could finally upload my Instagram stories of Belgian waffles without buffering. The "slippers" and "complimentary tea" were a nice touch. Though the lack of a really good mug for that tea was a crime against comfort. I’m a simple woman, I like my tea in a BIG mug.
Cleanliness and Safety: Sanitized to the Nines (and Maybe a Little Beyond)
Alright, let’s be real, the COVID protocols were… intense. "Daily disinfection in common areas?" Check. "Anti-viral cleaning products?" You betcha. "Rooms sanitized between stays?" Absolutely. They're even offering rooms sanitized between stays, which I thought was a really nice touch when you’re expecting someone to stay. You can even opt-OUT of room sanitization if you want – good for the planet, no? The commitment to cleanliness impressed. They even had sterilizing equipment lying around. It was certainly a safe experience, and I felt secure – maybe too secure? It felt like the entire hotel was in a constant state of high alert for germs, which made me feel like I was constantly on guard. You can’t relax when everything is being fought tooth and nail.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: The Waffle-Filled Ups and the Questionable Downs
The restaurant! Let's talk food. It offered a buffet ("Breakfast [buffet]," "Buffet in restaurant," "International cuisine"). Breakfast was a highlight. Belgian waffles? Of course. A wide array of pastries and fruit? You bet. I practically inhaled a whole plateful until I practically couldn't breathe. The "Asian breakfast" option was a curious addition, but hey, diversity, right?
The "A la carte in restaurant" at dinner offered a more varied menu, and the "vegetarian restaurant" had surprisingly good choices. I didn't get to try the "Western cuisine" because I got stuck on the waffles (I’m just being honest!). The "poolside bar" looked inviting, but I decided waffles were more important. They had a "Happy hour," too. Sadly, I missed it in my waffle coma. Things to do (mostly involving eating):
- The Pool with a View: A major selling point! The outdoor swimming pool was beautiful. And it did have a view. A very, very pretty view of the Belgian countryside. Sadly, the weather wasn’t cooperating, so I couldn't swim, but the fact that it existed was a plus.
- The Spa: Now, this is where things got… muddy. They offer a "Body scrub" and a "Body wrap" for those who wanted a “Spa.” I was intrigued. “Massage” was on the menu, too. (Sign me up!) The "Sauna" and "Steamroom" beckoned. I tried the sauna, and it was… hot. Like, really hot. Good hot, though. It was a serious attempt at relaxation.
- The Fitness Center: I saw a "Gym/fitness" on the list, so I had a look. The fitness equipment was there, which was great for getting some exercise after all that waffle consumption.
The Quirks & the Imperfections: Where Merlemont Showed Its True Colors
Okay, here's where the magic (and occasional chaos) happened.
- The Staff: Sweet, helpful, and generally overwhelmed by the sheer amount of sanitizing they appeared to be doing. They were polite, but there was a hint of "we're all in this together" weariness in their eyes.
- The Room Decorations: There are “room decorations” available. I expected some paintings. What I got was a vaguely ecclesiastical painting of a very sad-looking Saint. The artwork wasn't exactly my vibe, and I’m not sure what was supposed to be there.
- Couple's Room: Now there's a "Couple's Room" available. I'm not sure what that is. Is it available for booking?
- The Lack of a Fridge: The mini-bar was sadly empty of actual mini treats. There was “free bottled water,” which was nice, but, a girl likes a little something to snack on in the middle of the night, yes?
- The Internet: "Internet access – wireless" was offered, but I found that the wireless in my room was a little… spotty. I ended up plugging in the “Internet access – LAN," which worked just fine.
- The Loud "Soundproof rooms": The "Soundproof rooms" were mostly soundproof, except for the occasional car alarm and the sound of… geese? Yes, geese. Apparently, there were geese living nearby. Soundproofing, you say?
Getting Around (Without Getting Honked At)
"Airport transfer" is available, which is great, I guess.
- Car Park: "Car park [free of charge]," is available. That's a good one!
- Taxi service": The hotel offers a taxi service. Good, if you want to visit the nearby, charming, Belgian towns and cities!
- Bicycle parking: "Bicycle parking" is offered at the hotel. This is perfect if you want to explore the area!
The Verdict: Would I "Escape to Paradise" Again?
Look, "Escape to Paradise" in Merlemont isn't perfect. It's a little…quirky, a little… over-sanitized at times, and definitely not a seamless fairytale. But you know what? That's part of its charm.
The core experience, the friendliness of the staff, the waffles, the beautiful Belgian countryside, and the genuine commitment to cleanliness made for a stay that was… well, it was memorable. It was a chaotic, waffle-filled, slightly-confused, but ultimately good trip, filled with moments of pure bliss and the occasional moment of "wait, what?".
Here are some quick Pros and Cons:
- Pros: Great breakfast, strong commitment to cleanliness, generally friendly staff, beautiful pool area, waffles, free Wi-Fi.
- Cons: Occasional internet issues, the "Soundproof rooms" aren't perfect, lack of mini-bar treats, sometimes-confusing quirks.
Final Rating: 3.5 Stars (Would recommend with reservations! Pack extra snacks.)
Final Thought: I'd go back, but this time, I’m bringing my own mug. And maybe some earplugs for the geese. And maybe a very, very large box of Belgian chocolates to counteract the sugar crash from all those waffles.
Escape to Paradise: Your Dream Bungalow Awaits on Texel Island!
Okay, buckle up, buttercups! Here's a "travel itinerary" (if you can even call it that) for my supposed trip to Scenic Cottage in Merlemont with Balcony, Philippeville, Belgium. Emphasis on supposed because, honestly, I’m half-expecting a rogue badger to commandeer my rental car and direct me straight to the nearest friterie. But hey, that's the beauty of travel, right? Utter chaos wrapped in a scenic bow.
Day 1: The Great Belgian Odyssey (or, the Drive of Despair… but Mostly Delight)
- Morning (ish): Okay, "morning" is a generous term. Let's be real, I rolled out of bed at a time that would scandalize a saint (around 10 AM, after battling a particularly ambitious tangle of duvet and limbs). Coffee, the elixir of life, was consumed in quantities usually reserved for emergency situations. Luggage? More like a haphazard pile of stuff. A slightly-too-large suitcase, bursting at the seams, seemed to glare back at me as if judging every questionable fashion choice I'd ever made. Found my passport. Success!
- Midday (ish - the actual drive): The rental car. Oh, the rental car. Named it “Bertha” (irony, people, irony). Bertha, bless her heart, looked like she'd seen better days. Smudges on the windscreen that even the wiper blades seemed afraid of. Packed the car and started the drive. Did I mention driving on the other side of the road is like trying to herd cats while blindfolded? Several near-death experiences involving roundabouts. Screamed a bit. But the scenery! Oh, the scenery. Rolling hills, fields of green, charming little villages… pure postcard fodder. Got totally lost in the beauty and took a wrong turn. Doubled back, muttered about GPS being the devil, and finally, finally… found the Scenic Cottage.
- Afternoon (the cottage, the balcony, and a whole heap of "wow"): Pulled into the driveway. The cottage, even with its slight wonkiness, took my breath away. Honestly, the photos didn’t do it justice. It's like a fairy tale cottage threw up in the Belgian countryside. Okay, maybe not threw up, but you get the idea. The balcony… swoon. Panoramic views that could cure world hunger (probably). Immediate reaction: Spilled my coffee on a rogue napkin while admiring the view. Natural start I guess. The unpacking took an hour, involving the frantic search for the bottle opener and inevitably realizing I'd packed twelve pairs of shoes and only three pairs of socks (as is tradition).
- Evening (Food, glorious food… and mild panic): Grocery run! The local supermarket was an adventure. Struggled with the self-checkout, managed to misunderstand a very important word (that one involved a rather embarrassing misunderstanding of a certain kind of bread), and emerged victorious (and slightly red-faced). Cooked. Ate. Drank wine on that balcony. Watched the sun sink, painting the sky every shade of glorious. Felt utterly, overwhelmingly, happy. Except I might have slightly overcooked the chicken. And maybe burned the onions a little. But the wine… the wine was perfect. Listened to the crickets as the sun fell. It was a gorgeous, and surprisingly quiet, evening, made perfect by the slight imperfections.
Day 2: Philippeville and the Pursuit of Flavor
- Morning (Embracing the "Local" & Getting Lost): Right, the guide books always suggest exploring Philippeville. So, I forced myself out of bed. Coffee first! But not before I spent a full five minutes searching for my left shoe. Turns out it was under the bed, where it'd been hiding since last night's minor unpacking disaster. Philippeville. Beautiful place, quaint little streets and people all day, and the market was a delight. Saw a little church in town. Beautiful, but still, the food was what I was looking for, and I am more than willing to admit that. I have a problem with making sure I eat well when I travel. It's just who I am I guess.
- Afternoon (The Food Coma of My Dreams): Okay, I said food was the priority, and food was what I got! I ate everything. The frites were a revelation. Crispy on the outside, fluffy on the inside, and smothered in that perfect Belgian sauce. Oh, heaven! Took a walk after, but the food coma was setting in strong. Went back to the cottage for a nap in the afternoon.
- Evening (Balcony Bliss, Remastered): Wine and cheese, as simple as it sounds. More stars, more silence. I got more wine and cheese. This time I made sure something on the grill stayed in a good state. Felt like I was in the best place in the world.
Day 3: A Day of Two Cities and a Near-Meltdown
- Morning (The City of Dinant): Woke up in a state of total bliss. Got up and got on the road to Dinant. The city had a great Citadel. The food was top tier, and it was a great time.
- Afternoon (Namur Time): After Dinant, Namur was next. Namur had a great Citadel as well, and the city was beautiful. More wine and cheese. I noticed a trend. Food, relaxation, and joy.
- Evening (Back to the Cottage, Back to Peace): Evenings on the balcony. The sunsets. The silence. The knowledge that tomorrow, I’d probably have to face the dreaded packing and the even more dreaded trip home. But tonight? Tonight was for the here and now.
Day 4: Farewell, Merlemont (and Maybe, Just Maybe, a Bottle of Wine for the Road)
- Morning (Packing, the Enemy): Packing. The bane of my existence. Spent way too long sorting through my belongings, wondering how I’d managed to accumulate so much stuff in just a few days. Faced Bertha the car.
- Afternoon (The Drive Home): The journey home. It was a mix of joy and sadness. Back to reality, back to the grind. But also filled with the memories of the past few days.
- Evening (Home, Sweet (and Slightly Overwhelmed) Home): Home. The end.
And that, my friends, is about as close to a "travel itinerary" as this trip is ever going to get. It was messy, it was imperfect, it was occasionally terrifying, and it was, in every single chaotic moment, utterly, magnificently, wonderful. Would I recommend it? Absolutely. Would I do it again? In a heartbeat. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to find that rogue badger. He might be hiding my keys.
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Escape to Paradise: Your Dream Cottage Awaits in Charming Merlemont, Belgium! - FAQ. 😅 Kinda.
Okay, so "Paradise"... really? Merlemont? Is it *actually* a dream come true? Because, let's be real, marketing is a liar.
Alright, confession time. "Paradise" might be a *slight* exaggeration. More like "Serene Escape with Occasional Mosquito Swarms and the Persistent Chirping of Those Darn Frogs." But look, Merlemont? It's got charm oozing out of its cobblestone cracks. Think: ancient stone buildings, maybe a rogue cat or two, and the kind of silence that makes your ears ring... until the aforementioned frogs kick in. 😂 It's the kind of place where the biggest drama is whether Madame Dubois will put extra whipped cream on your gaufre. So, dream come true? Meh, depends on your definition. If your dream involves ditching the screaming city and embracing the simple things... yeah, maybe.
The Cottage Itself – Is It Just Pictures? Are the Beds Comfortable? (Asking for a friend... who is me.)
Okay, first things first: the pictures mostly don't lie. It's got that cute cottage vibe, exposed beams, a fireplace that *mostly* works (more on that later). The beds... ah, the beds! Look, I'm a chronic back-pain sufferer. I need a bed that could survive a nuclear blast. These beds... are... okay. They lean toward "firm" rather than "cloud." Think sturdy, not luxurious. My friend (the one who is you) might want to bring an extra mattress topper. Or, you know, just pray. I've done both. The sheets? Surprisingly crisp, though. And that's important. Seriously, crispy sheets are a game-changer.
Food! I need to eat. Is there a supermarket? What about local restaurants? Will I starve? (My biggest fear, honestly.)
No, you probably won't starve. Thank God. There's a *tiny* supermarket in the next village. Think: essentials, not a gourmet experience. Stock up before you arrive, my friend. Trust me. The local restaurants, though? Ah, now we're talking. There's this *amazing* pizzeria, hidden down a winding road (Google Maps is your friend, but also... be prepared for the adventure!). And a little brasserie doing honest-to-goodness Belgian fare. Hearty stuff. Expect to come home a slightly rounder, happier version of yourself. But be prepared for the occasional language barrier. My attempt at ordering "une bière" once resulted in a plate of... something. I'm still not entirely sure what it was, but it was *memorable*. 🤣
Tell me about the fireplace! Does it actually work? Because the photos make it look magical.
Oh, the fireplace! *Deep breath*. Yes, the fireplace is there. And yes, it *can* be magical. In theory. In practice... it's a bit of a diva. It takes coaxing. It requires the right kind of wood (which you'll have to find, unless you're lucky enough to have the owners leave some). And it *will* probably smoke you out at least once. The first time I tried to light it, I choked. Literally. Tears streaming down my face, coughing, waving my arms like a madman trying to prevent the entire cottage from going up in flames. Success? Eventually. But be warned! It's part of the "charm." (And maybe bring some matches and a fire extinguisher... just in case.)
What is there to *do* in Merlemont? Besides, you know, breathe fresh air and contemplate the meaning of life.
Okay, activities! Let's be clear: Merlemont is not Ibiza. This is a place for unwinding, not wild partying. Hiking is excellent; the surrounding forests are stunning. Cycling, too. If you're feeling ambitious, you can bike to a nearby castle (make sure you take snacks!). There's a charming little church. And, if you're lucky, a local market on a Saturday morning. Otherwise... embrace the nothingness. Read a book. Drink wine. Stare at the stars. It's about slowing down. If you're looking for constant stimulation, this isn't the place. If you're looking to escape your brain and recharge, it just might be perfect.
Are there any hidden costs or small print I need to be aware of? (Because, you know, sneaky fees are the worst.)
Ah, the dreaded hidden costs! Yes, there are a few things to note. Heating in winter will cost extra (obviously). You'll also be responsible for your own wood for the fireplace. And, there's a cleaning fee. READ THE FINE PRINT. Seriously. Don't be caught out. I've been caught out. Once. And I still haven't forgiven myself for not reading the tiny, tiny, *tiny* line about the extra charge for using the washing machine. Ugh. Let's just say it was an expensive load of laundry.
I'm terrible at driving. Will I be able to navigate the backroads? Are the locals… friendly?
The backroads... are an experience. Think narrow, winding, and occasionally dominated by tractors. If you're a nervous driver, prepare yourself. The locals, though? Generally, they're lovely. But you might need some basic French. Or hand gestures. Lots of hand gestures. They're patient, thankfully. I once managed to reverse into a small hedge. The entire village came out to help. They didn't laugh (much). It was a bonding experience, let’s say. Just… try not to crash. And maybe hire a car with a good reversing camera. Trust me.
What about the internet? Because, let's face it, I'm addicted. Will I survive unplugged?
The internet. Ah, the modern curse. The cottage *does* have Wi-Fi, but let's just say it's not the speed of light. Think of it as a gentle nudge to disconnect. Seriously. Embrace the slow internet. Read a book. Stare out the window. Actually talk to the person you're with! See if you can handle a total digital detox. It’s strangely liberating… until you *really* need to check your email. Then, well, frustration ensues. But, overall, it’s part of the charm, isn’t it? Like the frogs. Eventually, you learn to love the slow pace of life.
Okay, real talk: what was the *worst* part of staying there? Dish the dirt!
