Unbelievable Austrian Chalet: Ski-In/Ski-Out Luxury in Hohentauern!
Unbelievable Austrian Chalet: Ski-In/Ski-Out Luxury in Hohentauern! – My Honest (and Slightly Chaotic) Review!
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your average fluffy hotel review. This is MY experience at the "Unbelievable Austrian Chalet" in Hohentauern, and trust me, it was…well, it was an experience. I'm talking ski-in/ski-out, supposed luxury, and a whole lotta schnitzel. Let's dive in, shall we?
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(Right, now that the robots are happy, let's get real.)
First Impressions (and a Little Panic)
The website photos were… well, they were stunning. Think snow-capped mountains, cozy fireplaces, and people who looked suspiciously perfect. In reality? The chalet was HUGE. Like, "could get lost for days" huge. This, coming from someone who has the spatial awareness of a goldfish, was a little daunting. Finding the front desk involved navigating what felt like a maze of polished wood and hushed whispers.
Accessibility (Because Everyone Deserves a Fair Shake)
Now, I’m not in a wheelchair myself, but I always pay attention to this because, well, it’s important. The website said it was accessible, but the devil's in the details, right? They have facilities for disabled guests, elevator, and wheelchair-accessible rooms, which is a huge plus. But… the hallways were a bit narrow in places, and maneuvering around the massive furniture in the lobby was a workout. I overheard a couple (who looked super stressed, not zen) struggling with their wheelchair, which made me a little nervous. Maybe they could improve the accessibility a tiny bit – it's a real game changer. Let’s cross our fingers they take that feedback on board.
Rooms! (AKA My Temporary Castle)
Okay, the room itself? Gorgeous. Seriously. Available in all rooms: Air conditioning, Alarm clock, Bathrobes (YES!), Bathtub (double YES!), Blackout curtains (thank the heavens), Carpeting, Closet, Coffee/tea maker, Complimentary tea, Daily housekeeping, Desk, Extra long bed (hello, sweet dreams!), Free bottled water, Hair dryer, High floor, In-room safe box, Interconnecting room(s) available, Internet access – LAN, Internet access – wireless, Ironing facilities, Laptop workspace, Linens, Mini bar (tempting!), Mirror, Non-smoking, On-demand movies, Private bathroom, Reading light, Refrigerator, Safety/security feature, Satellite/cable channels, Scale, Seating area, Separate shower/bathtub, Shower, Slippers, Smoke detector, Socket near the bed, Sofa, Soundproofing, Telephone, Toiletries, Towels, Umbrella, Visual alarm, Wake-up service, Wi-Fi [free], Window that opens.
I also wanted to mention the bathroom phone, which felt… a little unnecessary? But, hey, if you need to call room service from the bathtub, power to ya!
I loved the extra-long bed. I am tall, and I really, really hate having my feet dangling off the edge. So, a huge win for comfort! I spent a frankly ridiculous amount of time just… lounging and watching movies. The blackout curtains were also a godsend for sleeping off the schnitzel coma.
The room sanitization opt-out was a nice touch, showing they care about the environmental impact as well.
The "Things To Do" & Stuff That Actually Does The Opposite of Relaxing:
Right, the fun stuff. Or, at least, supposedly fun.
- Spa: Now THIS is where things got…interesting. The pool with view was stunning, I’ll grant you that. Picture this: crisp mountain air, steam rising from the water, and…a gaggle of shrieking children cannonballing into the pool. It wasn't exactly the tranquil spa experience I'd envisioned. The sauna was HOT (in a good way), and the steamroom was…well, steamy. I’m still not sure if I actually enjoyed the body scrub – it felt like someone was sandpapering my skin.
- Fitness Center: This was a well-equipped gym. I tried to use it…once. Let's just say my enthusiasm for exercise faded pretty quickly after the first set of squats.
- Massage: I did get a massage! It was…fine. The therapist seemed a little distracted, like she was mentally planning her grocery shopping list.
- Swimming pool: The outdoor pool was great. The thing I was most annoyed about was that the pool was full almost every time. I would have enjoyed some peaceful swimming.
Food, Glorious Food (And My Gut Feeling)
- Dining, drinking, and snacking: The chalet had a LOT of food options. Restaurants, A la carte in restaurant, Alternative meal arrangement, Asian breakfast, Asian cuisine in restaurant, Bar, Bottle of water, Breakfast [buffet], Breakfast service, Buffet in restaurant, Coffee/tea in restaurant, Coffee shop, Desserts in restaurant, Happy hour, International cuisine in restaurant, Poolside bar, Salad in restaurant, Snack bar, Soup in restaurant, Vegetarian restaurant, Western breakfast, Western cuisine in restaurant.
- I love that they had a vegetarian restaurant.
- Breakfast buffet was a glorious, carb-laden feast. The croissants were divine. The coffee? Potent. The bacon? Crispy. (Important criteria, people!) The Asian breakfast was interesting, and the Western cuisine was really well done.
- Room service [24-hour] was a godsend after a long day of skiing. And the staff were always friendly and helpful.
- I sampled the desserts in the restaurant… oh, the desserts. If you have a sweet tooth, you are in danger here.
Cleanliness, Safety & the Germ-Fighting Brigade (A Very Good Thing!)
I'm obsessed with cleanliness, and I was VERY happy to see that they were taking it seriously. Anti-viral cleaning products, hand sanitizer everywhere, and daily disinfection in common areas. Staff trained in safety protocol, and I saw them washing down surfaces CONSTANTLY. They even had sterilizing equipment. The sanitized kitchen and tableware items gave me peace of mind. Rooms sanitized between stays. Safe dining setup, individually-wrapped food options kept me feeling safe.
Other Services & Conveniences (Because Who Doesn't Love a Little Pampering?)
They had everything. EVERYTHING. Facilities for disabled guests, concierge, daily housekeeping, laundry service, luggage storage, currency exchange, car park [free of charge].
Family Stuff (Because Apparently People Travel With Kids)
They have babysitting service and kids facilities. They were really family/child friendly.
The Downsides (Because No Place is Perfect – Especially for Me!)
- The Price: Let’s be honest, this ain’t a budget break. It's a splurge, and you're paying for the luxury.
- The Size: That initial feeling of being overwhelmed never totally disappeared. It can be a little impersonal.
- The Noise: If you're looking for complete silence, this might not be the place. Between the children and the general hum of activity, it was sometimes a bit much.
The Verdict: Worth It? (Maybe!)
Would I go back? Hmm… that’s a tough one. On one hand, the room was incredible. Skiing in and out was amazing. The food was delicious. The staff were lovely. On the other hand, it can be a little overwhelming, a little pricey, and I still haven’t recovered from the body scrub. I’d probably go back just for the croissants, to be honest.
My advice? If you’re looking for a luxurious ski-in/ski-out experience, and money is no object, then absolutely. Just be prepared for a little chaos, a lot of schnitzel, and maybe…just maybe… a little bit of sandpaper on your skin.
Escape to the Forest: Your Dream Nuremberg Apartment Awaits!
Alright, hold onto your hats (and crampons!), because we're about to descend into the absolute glorious mess that is my "Exclusive Chalet in Hohentauern" ski trip itinerary. Prepare for a roller coaster of emotions, questionable decisions, and maybe, just maybe, a little bit of actual skiing. Buckle up, buttercups!
The Grand (and Slightly Unhinged) Plan: Hohentauern Chalet Craziness, Day by Day
Day 1: Arrival & Immediate Panic (or, "Where's the Wine Opener?")
- 14:00: Arrive in Hohentauern. The drive should have been smooth, but a rogue GPS and a misplaced map (seriously, where DO these things go?) ended us up on a scenic route through… well, not exactly scenic. More like "gravel trap" central. Got here late, feeling like I'd wrestled a bear.
- 14:30: First impressions of the chalet… breathtaking. Seriously, the view of the mountains? Stunning. But then, the unpacking began. And the unpacking brought with it… the realization that I forgot the damn wine opener. Panic mode activated. How on earth am I supposed to celebrate a glorious arrival without a celebratory glass of Austrian red? (Spoiler: I tried the corkscrew from my Swiss Army knife. Let's just say the bottle is still half-corked and I'm nursing a minor hand wound.)
- 15:30: Grocery run. Because obviously, we’re all about healthy eating. (Insert eye roll.) I’ve vowed to try to make a real effort this trip. Emphasis on "try." Picked up enough cheese, sausage, and Apfelstrudel to feed a small army. And maybe a tiny iceberg lettuce, just for show.
- 17:00: Settled in. Fireplace roaring. Wine… semi-contained. Familiar scent of pine. Utter, blissful, glorious… exhaustion. Contemplating the meaning of life, the perfect cheese pairing, and the sheer absurdity of my lack of coordination on the drive in.
Day 2: Skiing…and the Great Snowboarder Debacle
- 08:00: Alarm blares. Ugh. I briefly consider hibernating until next summer. But NO, skiing! Fueled by lukewarm coffee and a profound sense of dread (followed by a surge of 'let's DO this' ) that comes with first-day skiing.
- 09:00: Ski school. I opted for the private lesson. Because, let's be honest, I'm slightly less graceful on skis than a newborn giraffe. My instructor, a cheerful Austrian with a twinkle in his eye, is trying to explain the "pizza slice" technique. I'm pretty sure my pizza slice looks more like a mangled calzone.
- 11:00: Lift time! This is where the panic really kicks in. My confidence is inversely proportional to the height of the lift. I'm pretty sure I'm going to fall off and become a cautionary tale. The views from the top? Absolutely worth the terror.
- 13:00: Lunch at a mountain hut. Goulash soup. Stomach warm. Spirit renewed.
- 14:30: Disaster strikes… or at least, a minor comedic tragedy. My friend, bless his heart, decided to attempt snowboarding. Let's just say his "graceful descent" resembled a drunken penguin's desperate attempt to escape a snowstorm. He ended up face-planting in the powder. We haven't stopped laughing about it since. There may or may not be a video…
- 16:00: Hot chocolate (with a healthy dose of something stronger) at the lodge. Replaying the snowboarder debacle in my mind. The only thing to do is to recover with more booze.
Day 3: Snowshoeing and the Mystery of the Missing Gloves
- 09:00: Wake up. Body aches. Glorious aches. The good kind. Contemplating another ski day… or a different kind of adventure.
- 10:00: Decided to try snowshoeing! (At least, I think I made that decision. Wine from last night may have influenced my judgment…) The chalet provided everything. Easy, right? No. Of course not.
- 10:15: The Great Glove Crisis of '24. Because, of course, somewhere between the chalet and the trail, my gloves vanished. Vanished! Like a magician's rabbit. Luckily, I had my backup pair (thank god for my overpacking). Or maybe I just thought I did - they were in the chalet!
- 11:00: Onto the trail. Fresh air. Quiet. The crunch of snow beneath our feet. It was… magical. (And cold. Freezing, actually. Wish I'd remembered the gloves…)
- 13:00: Lunch. Picnic in the snow. Spectacular scenery. Eating Apfelstrudel with numb fingers.
- 15:00: Back to the chalet. Hot bath with copious amounts of bath bomb. Finding my gloves. Finally. Perhaps it was a sign. It's a conspiracy.
- 16:00: Sipping hot tea by the fireplace and reading a book. The cozy life.
Day 4: The Spa Day That (Almost) Wasn't (and the Return of the Wine Opener Woes)
- 10:00: Wake up feeling like I've wrestled a bear. Or been wrestled by a bear. I can't decide. Determined, this is spa day!
- 11:00: Spa time (the one in the village - definitely not the one I was trying to create in my chalet bathroom, that was a failure). Swedish massage is a revelation! Pure bliss.
- 13:00: Relaxed and renewed. Or so I thought. Back at the chalet, faced with another (un)challenge - enjoying my final hours and the last bottle of wine. Remember the wine opener? Still missing. The Swiss Army knife is again called into action. This time I'm more careful! (Kind of)
- 15:00: Packing begins. A messy, chaotic, borderline-tragic unpacking… or, rather, packing of the mess I’d made. Regretting bringing so many clothes I never wore. Promising myself I'll be more organized next time. (Spoiler: I won't.)
- 17:00: Last look at that glorious mountain view. A final, deeply satisfying sigh. This has been one hell of a trip.
- 18:00: Drive home. The wine opener? Found. In the bottom of the bag of cheese. Figures.
Day 5: Back to Reality (and Already Planning the Next Escape)
- The endless cycle of work, eat, sleep, repeat. So many memories, both glorious (the skiing!) and somewhat questionable. But they'll last me until I can do it all again.
- Start day-dreaming of ski trips. Maybe next time… I'll remember the damn wine opener.
There you have it: my Hohentauern adventure, warts and all. What a ride.
Escape to Tuscany: Your Dream Belvilla Awaits in Cortona!
Seriously, is this place *actually* ski-in/ski-out? Because marketing lies, people.
Okay, so "ski-in/ski-out." The Holy Grail, right? And the answer is...mostly! We did the whole, 'stumbling out of the chalet in our ski boots at 8 am with snow-covered eyebrows' vibe. The *out* part? Dead easy. Downhill, onto the piste, done. The *in* part? Well... it's a tiny bit more... involved. One day, after a *particularly* epic powder day – I'm talking face shots galore – we *thought* we could schuss straight back. We were wrong. There was a small, icy patch, and I may have ended up on my backside, skis akimbo, in a bush. My partner, bless his soul, just started *howling* with laughter. Moral of the story? "Ski-in" is more like "ski-almost-in-and-then-shuffle-the-last-ten-yards-in-your-boots-you-giant-clown." But hey, the hot cocoa waiting in the chalet made it all worthwhile. Totally worth it.
What's the chalet *actually* like? Is it all Instagrammable perfection?
Instagrammable? Oh, absolutely. Like, *photoshoot-worthy* at every turn. Think roaring fireplaces, exposed wooden beams that smell faintly of pine (and maybe a hint of, 'ooooh, this is expensive'), those puffy down comforters that swallow you whole... It's the kind of place where you feel like you *should* be wearing a cashmere sweater and sipping something with an umbrella in it. The truth, however, is the first time I walked in, I was actually a little overwhelmed. I spent the first hour just walking around, touching things, and muttering "wow" under my breath. It's STUNNING. But reality always bites: there's the inevitable ski boot clutter near the door, the rogue sock that somehow ends up under the couch, and the slightly wonky coffee machine. But those little imperfections? They're what make it feel *lived in*, right? (At least, that's what I told myself when I spilled red wine all over the antique rug. Oops.)
Let's talk food. Is the kitchen a disaster zone, or a culinary dream?
Okay, the kitchen. Oh. My. God. It's a chef's wet dream, and I am *not* a chef. It's got everything – state-of-the-art appliances, enough pans to feed a small army, and more gadgets than I knew existed. My cooking skills? Well, let's just say I'm more "heat and serve" than "Michelin-star material." We *attempted* a gourmet meal one night. Emphasis on *attempted*. My partner, bless his heart, took on the challenge. He ended up setting off the smoke alarm... twice. A minor incident, mind you, that resulted in the entire chalet – and possibly the surrounding mountains – smelling like burnt garlic for the next 24 hours. But hey, the cheese fondue we *didn't* burn was phenomenal. And that, my friends, is all that truly mattered. Definitely hire a chef if you want to eat well.
What's the deal with Hohentauern itself? Is it a hidden gem or a tourist trap?
Hohentauern... it's like stepping into a postcard. The mountains are majestic, the air is crisp, and the village is small enough that you can wander around and actually *breathe*. It’s not a giant, mega-resort. It's more... intimate. And that’s its charm. You get to know the friendly locals, the Apres-ski scene is, well, *cosy* rather than chaotic, and the slopes are perfect for all levels – from the nervous beginner to the seasoned pro. That said, don't expect a buzzing nightlife. This is the kind of place where you're more likely to be tucked up by the fire with a book than dancing on a table. And honestly? That's exactly what I needed. It's a restorative escape.
I'm not a skier. Is there anything else to *do*? Besides, you know, staring at scenery?
Oh, there's plenty! The region is a winter wonderland. You can go snowshoeing (highly recommend – the views are INSANE), sledding (for the big kids, like me), ice skating, cross-country skiing (I attempted this and nearly face-planted into a snowdrift), or just...relax in the chalet. Honestly? I spent a full afternoon curled up by the fireplace with a book and a giant mug of hot chocolate, and it was pure bliss. There's a spa nearby, and the local restaurants offer a delicious selection of Austrian specialties. And the scenery? Well, even if you *just* stare at the scenery, you won't be disappointed. It truly is spectacular, and even that can fill your hours.
Okay, the *emotional* experience. Did it live up to the hype? Was it truly 'unbelievable'?
Unbelievable' doesn't even *begin* to cover it. Look, I'm a cynical person. I *expect* things to disappoint. I approach everything with a healthy dose of skepticism. But this place… it got under my skin. It burrowed down deep and made me feel… well, *happy*. Like, genuinely, ridiculously happy. Waking up to that view every morning? Skiing down the perfectly groomed runs in the sunshine? Coming back to that cozy chalet, smelling of woodsmoke and good times? It was… transformative. There were moments – standing on the balcony, breathing in the crisp mountain air, feeling the sun on my face – when I felt completely, utterly at peace. And listen, I'm not one for "life-changing experiences" but this came pretty close. And that's saying something, coming from me. The only downside? Knowing I couldn’t stay forever. Seriously considering selling a kidney (again).
Is it *worth* the price tag? Because, let's be honest, it probably costs a small fortune.
Alright, let's get real. This ain't a budget backpacking adventure. It's a serious investment. And the truth is, the price is gasp-inducingly high. But... and it's a big but... I'm struggling to find a moment I regret. Think about the *intangibles*: The memories, the laughter, theSleep Stop Guide
