Escape to Durbuy: Your Dreamy Belgian Holiday Home Awaits!
Escape to Durbuy: My Belgian Fairytale (with a Few Hiccups!) - A Deep Dive Review
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because I just got back from Escape to Durbuy, and let me tell you, it was… an experience. Forget meticulously crafted travel blogs – this is the raw, unfiltered truth, sprinkled with my usual chaotic charm. Prepare for a messy, honest, and frankly, slightly opinionated review. Don't expect perfect, because I certainly wasn't perfect on this trip. 😉
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Arrival and First Impressions (and a near-disaster with the Luggage!)
Right off the bat, let's address the elephant in the room: accessibility. They say "Escape to Durbuy: Your Dreamy Belgian Holiday Home Awaits!" but how dreamy is it really if you can't get to that dream? Thankfully, they’ve made a genuine effort. Wheelchair accessibility is present (a big tick!), with elevator access (essential!), and facilities for disabled guests (a relief). While I wasn't personally using a wheelchair, I did see a few families navigating the property with ease. The exterior corridor felt a little bland at times, but hey, practicality over prettiness, right? The car park [on-site], was a godsend, especially after a long drive. And bonus, the car park [free of charge] was a delightful surprise. The airport transfer option is also a bonus, though I was driving.
Now, the luggage situation… Don’t ask. Let’s just say, getting my suitcase from the car involved more grunting and swearing than I care to admit. Thankfully, the doorman was around to take the luggage and didn't judge me for the puffing and heaving. Score one for basic human empathy!
Rooms and Amenities: Comforts and Quirks
The room itself? Okay, let's be honest. I'm a sucker for fluffy robes, so the bathrobes were a win. Also, the slippers! Pure bliss. The air conditioning was effective (thank the heavens!), and the blackout curtains were essential for my sleep schedule. And the free Wi-Fi in all rooms! I mean, it's practically a right, let's be real. The internet access – wireless, internet access – LAN worked great, my laptop getting the necessary juice for my work. The desk was surprisingly comfortable, perfect for a bit of digital nomad-ing while I was at it. I even used the ironing facilities, but that's only because I realized when unpacking my suitcase that I'd forgotten how to pack.
But let's get to the real gold: Free bottled water! It's the little things, people. The complimentary tea also hit the spot. The minibar was a nice touch, though I may have accidentally consumed a miniature bottle of something I shouldn’t have while staring at the extra long bed. Interconnecting room(s) available is great for families, and the seating area was perfect for lounging.
Now, about the decorations. They were… present. Let's leave it at that. Not my personal taste, but hey, opinions are like… you know. The mirror was functional, thank goodness, because who doesn't need to check their hair every 30 seconds? The on-demand movies were a nice touch.
And, a word to the wise: the alarm clock is loud. I nearly jumped out of my skin. Learn from my mistake and figure that thing out. However the room sanitization opt-out available was a great touch, given the current times.
Spa & Relaxation: Going Full-On "Me Time" (and a Little Panic)
This is where Escape to Durbuy really shines. The Spa is the star. Seriously, the sauna was a dream. Pure, unadulterated relaxation. The steamroom was… well, steamy. The pool with view was the perfect setting, gazing out at the lush greenery. I even braved the body scrub, which left my skin feeling like a baby's bottom (and maybe I should see a doctor as well). The massage…oh, the massage. I think I actually fell asleep. But don’t be like me, and don’t book the last slot, because I was also slightly late.
The gym/fitness center was the next stop the next day. It was surprisingly well-equipped, but I realized, I am not a gym person. I did a few crunches, then ran around, and took a look at the pool [outdoor]. Pure bliss.
However, getting to the spa was a bit of an adventure. Navigating the corridors felt like a labyrinth. I got lost, I panicked slightly, and then I found it! Success!
Dining & Drinking - A Stomach-Centric Saga
Okay, let's talk food. And trust me, I like to talk food.
The breakfast, which was a breakfast [buffet] was a glorious spectacle. The Asian breakfast option wasn't my cup of tea (literally, or figuratively) but the Western breakfast was more than enough. The coffee/tea in restaurant was a lifesaver, keeping me fueled for adventure. And a word to the wise: the desserts in restaurant are dangerous. I may have eaten three.
The restaurants themselves offered a delightful array of options. The A la carte in restaurant was the way to go if you weren't in the mood for the buffet in restaurant. The salad in restaurant was fresh, and the soup in restaurant was just the right temperature.
There's also a poolside bar, which is perfect for a cocktail or three. I may have utilized it extensively. Drinks were strong, and the views amazing.
I also learned a little fact: Escape to Durbuy seemed to be very conscious of the current pandemic - Safe dining setup was prevalent, with Individually-wrapped food options. They also had hand sanitizer everywhere and the staff seemed very well-trained.
I did have to use the room service [24-hour] at 3 am one night because of the ahem desserts (don't judge). The bottle of water was also a Godsend.
Cleanliness & Safety: Feeling Secure (But Still a Little Paranoid)
Speaking of the pandemic… Escape to Durbuy takes cleanliness and safety seriously. Very seriously. The anti-viral cleaning products and daily disinfection in common areas were reassuring. The professional-grade sanitizing services and sterilizing equipment gave me an extra layer of comfort. The staff trained in safety protocol made me feel safe. The physical distancing of at least 1 meter was also appreciated.
However, I'm still a little paranoid, even with the hygiene certification. The hand sanitizer was everywhere, and the room sanitization was evident.
Services & Conveniences: The Little Things That Matter (and a Minor Crisis with the Currency)
Escape to Durbuy offers a slew of services. The concierge was helpful, though I didn't need to use them too much. Having the currency exchange on hand was helpful, as I was terrible at exchanging before I left. The daily housekeeping kept things tidy, and the laundry service was a lifesaver! The dry cleaning also proved essential after the aforementioned luggage incident. The luggage storage was helpful and the front desk [24-hour] gives me the peace of mind to relax through the night.
There's a convenience store, which is handy for snacks (hello, dessert binges!), and the gift/souvenir shop is perfect for finding a small treat on my way out.
For the Kids (Because, Let’s Be Honest, This Place is Great for Them Too!)
While I didn’t have any kids with me, I saw many families, which confirmed the hotel’s family-friendly focus. The babysitting service is a massive plus. There are kids facilities available, and the kids meal sounded delicious.
Things to Do: Beyond the Spa (If You Can Bear to Leave It!)
The hotel itself is the main draw, but there are a few things to do nearby. My suggestion? Just chill. Read
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Durbuy Dreaming (and Slightly Disastrous) Itinerary - My Cozy Holiday Home Adventure!
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because this ain't your Instagram-perfect travel diary. This is the REAL deal. I'm talking Belgian beers, cobblestone casualties, and a possible existential crisis thrown in for good measure. My destination? A "Cosy Holiday Home" in Durbuy, Belgium. Hopes are high. Expectations? Slightly less so, given my track record.
Day 1: Arrival & Immediate Self-Doubt
- Morning (ish): Landed at Brussels Airport. Let's just say navigating customs with four suitcases, a mountain of snacks, and a sudden urge to re-evaluate all my life choices was… an experience. Found a train. Felt vaguely competent for approximately 30 minutes.
- Afternoon: Train to Barvaux-sur-Ourthe (the closest station to Durbuy). Google Maps promised a breezy 10-minute taxi ride to the Cosy Holiday Home. Famous last words! Turns out, "breezy" in Belgian terms translates to "a winding road with zero streetlights and a driver who clearly thinks he's in a Formula 1 race." I gripped the seat, prayed a lot, and made a mental note to invest in a good travel insurance policy.
- Late Afternoon: Arrived at the Holiday Home. It's… cozy. Like, really cozy. Maybe a tad too cozy? The pictures online looked… suspiciously spacious. Still, the fireplace is inviting, and the view of the Ourthe River is undeniably gorgeous. Instantly fell deeply in love with the view.
- Evening: Unpacked. Found a rogue sock. Questioned the life decisions that led me to pack four pairs of the same sock. Ate a bag of chips and watched the flames dance in the fireplace. Feeling surprisingly content. Except the WiFi is dodgy. Major first-world problem alert.
- Quirk: The house smells faintly of lavender and… regret.
Day 2: Durbuy Exploration and the Great Sausage Incident
- Morning: Attempted to walk into Durbuy. (It's described as the "smallest town in the world", and it's charming. Like, aggressively charming. Think: fairytale village meets Instagram influencer hotspot.) Immediately lost my way. Got hopelessly disoriented by the cobblestone streets, which are beautiful but lethal to ankles.
- Mid-Morning: Found a tiny bakery. Bought a pain au chocolat. Ate it in the middle of the town square. (Guiltily, because I think I might have accidentally stolen a napkin from a nearby cafe.) It was buttery, flaky, and utterly divine. Redemption!
- Lunch: Found a local restaurant. Ordered the "saucisse de Durbuy" (Durbuy sausage). Expected pure bliss. Received a sausage the size of my arm, which was so dense, it felt like trying to eat a brick. Attempted to be polite. Failed. Ended up hiding half of it under my napkin. (Again, with the guilt.)
- Afternoon: Wandered along the Ourthe River. Took approximately 500 photos. Seriously considered buying a pet duck. (Logic: questionable. Impulse control: non-existent.) The river is mesmerizing. The ducks are judging me.
- Evening: Tried to cook dinner in the "fully equipped kitchen." Discovered the oven is slightly… temperamental. Ended up burning the garlic bread again. Ate the (somewhat cooked) pasta anyway. Vowed to master the art of cooking before I leave. Will fail.
- Emotional Reaction: Simultaneously exhilarated by the beauty around me and terrified by the sheer volume of sausage I'm apparently expected to consume.
- Messy Observation: My feet hurt. My stomach is full. My soul is… slowly thawing.
Day 3: Kayaking, Castle Dreams, and the Beer Revelation!
- Morning: Kayaking on the Ourthe! This was the high point, the peak experience. The water was so clear, the sun was shining, and for a blissful hour, I felt like I was in a movie. Then I capsized.
- Mid-Morning: Soaked, shivering, and slightly humiliated, but also alive!
- Afternoon: Explored the Château de Durbuy. It's HUGE and very beautiful. Dreaming of owning a castle. Realizing I can barely manage to cook a proper meal. Probably not happening.
- Late Afternoon: Stumbled upon a local brewery. Took a deep breath and just went for it. (I was a little anxious before.) Tried a local beer. HOLY MOLY! A revelation! Rich, complex, and utterly delicious. I understood. The beer, the Belgians, everything!
- Evening: Went back to the house. Lit the fire and drank a beer. It was perfect. This is what I've needed.
- Rambling thought: Maybe my sock choice wasn't so bad after all.
Day 4: Hiking, History, and the Farewell Feast (and a slight freak-out)
- Morning : Attempted a hike. Got lost again. Saw some sheep. Sheep: adorable. Me: still directionally challenged.
- Midday: Visited a small museum. Learned about the history of Durbuy. Realized I know next to nothing about anything.
- Afternoon: Went back to the town. Found a chocolate shop. Ordered everything. Ate everything. No regrets.
- Late Afternoon: Bought some souvenirs. Started a little panic about leaving. Suddenly felt overwhelmed with the number of stairs in the Holiday Home.
- Evening: Prepared a "farewell" meal. Managed to burn the garlic bread again. (It's a tradition now, I guess.) Ate pasta. Drank beer. Watched the sunset over the river. And this time: no regret.
- Stream of Consciousness: This place… it's like a little fairytale world. Okay, the lack of reliable WiFi is driving me mad… but I'm kind of, maybe, possibly sad to leave.
Day 5: Departure (and the inevitable travel woes)
- Morning: Packed. Found the other rogue sock. Tried to channel happy memories instead of the growing dread of the long journey home.
- Afternoon: Travel back to the airport. All the chaos and mayhem.
- Late afternoon: Landing at home.
Final Thoughts:
Durbuy: You're small, you're charming, and you nearly broke my ankles. But you also made me laugh, made me eat some truly delicious food, and made me seriously consider buying a duck. I will be back. And next time, I'm bringing better shoes. And maybe a sausage-eating strategy.
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Escape to Durbuy: Your Dreamy Belgian Holiday Home Awaits! (Or Does It?) - FAQs, Answered WAY Too Honestly
Okay, so… What *IS* Escape to Durbuy, actually? Because the website is… well, let’s just say *picturesque*.
Alright, picture this: brochures. Glossy, right? Escape to Durbuy is supposed to be your little slice of heaven in… Durbuy. It's a collection of holiday homes, guesthouses, maybe even a converted barn or two (hopefully not *that* one, I heard its plumbing was, ahem, "characterful"). The selling point? It's in Durbuy, which they relentlessly market as the "Smallest City in the World!". Which, honestly, is a bit much. It's a charming *village*, with cobblestone streets, and the smell of waffles wafting through the air (mostly). The idea is, you book a place through them, and poof! Instant Belgian bliss. Sounds good, right? (Keep reading though, trust me…). I mean, the website *does* look amazing – those sunsets over the Ourthe river… Makes you want to immediately buy a one-way ticket, doesn't it? Almost… (See, already having second thoughts).
Is it REALLY as idyllic as it looks in the photos? Because, you know, Instagram can be a liar…
Oh, honey. THAT’S the question, isn’t it? Look, the photos? They’re pretty. Beautiful. Lush green hills. Sun-drenched terraces. But here’s the tea: sometimes, the reality is more… *rustic*. I remember one place, the "Charming Chalet" they called it. Charming? It was charming in the way a slightly neglected antique doll is charming. The pictures showed a roaring fireplace. The *reality* involved a fireplace that smoked more than it burned wood (and filled the entire living room with a hazy aroma… Less cozy, more "I think I'm dying"). And the terrace? Stunning, in theory. In practice, covered in enough moss to host a small gnome convention. So, yes, it *can* be idyllic. But prepare for the occasional… “unexpected charm.” I *will* say the river is gorgeous, though. They got that right. That’s the one thing you can count on.
What kind of properties are available? Are we talking luxury villas or…something more budget-friendly?
Variety, my friend, variety! You've got a spread, from the aforementioned (and potentially disappointing) charming chalets to some seriously swanky villas. They *do* have some gorgeous places that look like they’ve been plucked from a design magazine. Those will cost you, obviously. Then there are the guesthouses and smaller apartments. These are where you might encounter the… *ahem*… "rustic" side of Durbuy. Think: "Cozy" described as "cramped." "Characterful" meaning "slightly dated." "Well-equipped kitchen" meaning "has a kettle and a microwave, but good luck finding a bottle opener." Budget-friendly? Yes. But be prepared to embrace the “authentic experience.” Which, can be, sometimes, a euphemism for "slightly falling apart." And really research the reviews! Those are your survival guide. Seriously. I cannot overstate the importance of reading the reviews.
Let's talk logistics. How easy is it to actually BOOK a place? Is the website as organized as it looks?
Ah, the joy of booking. Well, the website… it *looks* organized. It’s got all the filters, the pictures, the descriptions… BUT, and it's a big but… sometimes, the availability calendars are a bit… optimistic. I had a nightmare last year. Found THE PERFECT place, booked it, paid the deposit, and then… crickets. Turns out, the place was double-booked. Seriously. Double-booked! Ended up scrambling to find another option, which, naturally, wasn't nearly as good. Customer service, while generally polite, can also be a bit slow to respond to emails and issues. So, be patient. And triple-check everything. Confirmation emails are your friend. Read them carefully. And maybe, just maybe, have a backup plan. Like a tent. (Kidding… mostly).
What's the deal with Durbuy itself? Is there anything *to do* after you've, you know, gazed at the cobblestones for a while?
Okay, Durbuy. The "Smallest City in the World." Here's the thing: it's charming. Truly. The streets are adorable. The houses are quaint. It’s picture-postcard perfect… for about an afternoon. Then, you start wondering… okay, what *else* is there? They've got nice restaurants, serving some delicious Belgian food. Waffles everywhere (obviously). There's a cute little market a few times a week. You can go kayaking on the Ourthe. Hike in the hills. Visit the labyrinth (which, honestly, is a bit… underwhelming). But it’s not exactly a buzzing metropolis, you know? It's all about relaxation and taking it easy. So, pack a good book, enjoy the scenery, and be prepared for a slower pace of life. Otherwise, you might end up, like me, pacing the streets after day three, craving a bit of… *something*. I almost started learning French from the waiter. (Okay, I did. A bit.)
Food! What’s the food situation like? Are there supermarkets? Can I get my hands on decent chocolate? (Priorities, people!)
FOOD! Crucial. Yes, you can get decent chocolate. Belgian chocolate is a national treasure, and you'll find it everywhere. Godiva, Neuhaus… the works. Get some. Now. Supermarkets? There are a few. Nothing super giant, like a massive American grocery store. But you can get the essentials. Fresh bread, cheese, beer (essential!). The local restaurants are generally pretty good, serving classic Belgian fare: moules frites (mussels and fries), stoofvlees (beef stew), waffles galore. Expect to eat *a lot*. And the portions are generous. I may or may not have gained five pounds on my last trip. It’s worth it, though. Just… pace yourself. And don’t forget the frites! Good frites are a *must*. And the mayonnaise. Oh, the mayonnaise.
Okay, let’s say I’ve booked a place. What about getting around? Do I need a car?
A car is, generally, a good idea. Durbuy itself is walkable. But if you want to explore the surrounding area, and believe me, you *should* – there areStay Classy Hotels
