Escape to Paradise: Engel Gourmet & Spa, Nova Levante, Italy
Escape to Paradise: Engel Gourmet & Spa, Nova Levante, Italy
Escape to Paradise: Engel Gourmet & Spa - A Review That’s Real (And Maybe a Little Chaotic)
Alright, buckle up buttercups. I've just emerged, blinking and slightly bewildered, from the Engel Gourmet & Spa in Nova Levante, Italy. "Escape to Paradise" they call it. Well, let's see if the reality matches the marketing, shall we? This isn't going to be your sterile, perfectly-organized travel blog. This is a messy, honest, and hopefully, hilarious account of my stay. Expect some tangents, some gushing, and maybe a few "Ehhh, not so much" moments.
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First Impressions (and the Great Elevator Debacle)
Let's be upfront: Getting here was a journey. But arriving and actually seeing the hotel…wow. Nestled in the Dolomites? The views were already screaming "money!"
Now, I'm not in a wheelchair myself, but I was traveling with someone who is. The accessibility was a HUGE factor for us. Accessibility: The website promised "accessible" and boy, did they deliver. Ramps were plentiful, the elevator was spacious (and thankfully, actually worked – more on that later), and the common areas were well-designed. The rooms themselves were thoughtfully laid out, and the bathrooms… well, they weren't just “accessible,” they were luxurious. Massive, with grab bars and all the space you could dream of. Huge win.
But, remember that elevator I mentioned? Well, at one point… it got stuck. Just for a little while. I swear, I spent a good five minutes alone in there, thinking, "Okay, this is how I spend my last moments…trapped in a fancy Italian hotel elevator." Luckily, the staff were incredibly quick to react. They had us out in under ten minutes. Not ideal, but it’s a testament to how this hotel responds to a crisis. I'll give them points for that.
Rooms, Rooms, Glorious Rooms (and the Question of Blackout Curtains)
I stayed in a non-smoking room (thank goodness!), which was spacious, well-appointed, and felt like a luxurious hug. Available in all rooms: We had air conditioning (bless!), an alarm clock (who still uses those?!), bathrobes (yes!), a coffee maker (essential!), and complimentary tea. The bed…oh, the bed! It was so comfortable, I almost considered staying in it for the entire trip. The extra-long bed was a lifesaver. There was also Internet access, a free Wi-Fi, of course.
Now, the blackout curtains. They promised a good night’s sleep, but didn’t quite deliver on the all-day darkness. I swear, there was a tiny sliver of light that managed to creep in and torture my sleep every morning. Minor complaint, I know. I am just being a bit of a drama queen, I know.
Oh, and the daily housekeeping. Spotless every day!
The Spa: Heaven. Pure, Unadulterated Heaven. (and the Sauna Siren Song)
Ways to Relax: Okay, let's cut to the chase: the spa is the star. The Spa and sauna was an absolute must. Sauna, Steamroom, Foot bath, Pool with view… I almost got lost. My partner went for the massage, which she swore was the best she’d ever had. “Like my muscles were being serenaded,” apparently. I, however, did the stupid thing of going to the pool. I thought, what could be better, I thought. Just laying in the pool until dusk… Wrong! I didn’t realize time was getting away from me. I went into the sauna, and almost passed out. A little mortifying, but I soldiered on.
Cleanliness and Safety: The Sanitization Circus
This is the post-COVID world, and cleanliness and safety are paramount. The Engel Gourmet & Spa took it seriously. Professional-grade sanitizing services, room sanitization between stays, anti-viral cleaning products, and staff trained in safety protocol. They even had hand sanitizer stations everywhere. While it all felt a bit much at times, I had to admit, I felt incredibly safe. They had physical distancing of at least 1 meter in place. Cashless payment service was also available so you don’t have to touch anything.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: Pasta, Prejudice, and Perfection
Okay, so food. This is where the Engel really shines. Restaurants: Yes, plural. Breakfast [buffet] was plentiful with a great mix of the usual suspects and local Italian specialties. The a la carte in restaurant was on point! The Asian breakfast was a surprise and delight! The Asian cuisine in restaurant was another huge win! The vegetarian restaurant was… good. I’m more of a meat and potatoes person, but I am happy to report that everyone was excited about it. Plus, the poolside bar was a perfect for pre-dinner cocktails with a view, and the happy hour was… well, happy. The international cuisine in restaurant was an interesting mix. I got to try stuff I never would have before.
A little story: I ordered the pasta. It was a simple dish, but the flavors…oh, the flavors! I swear, I think I heard angels singing. The only bad thing? The price, when I did finally get the bill. The hotel is expensive, I won't lie.
Services and Conveniences: The Concierge (and My Lost Underwear)
Services and conveniences: The concierge was incredibly helpful. Concierge was always ready to assist. From booking excursions to making dinner reservations, they were on top of everything. The daily housekeeping was impeccable. Daily housekeeping, with fresh towels and a meticulously made bed every day. The laundry service was a godsend. The food delivery was also a nice touch.
The Not-So-Good (And the Underwear Incident)
Okay, let's balance it with the negatives.
- The prices. Seriously, they could be…well, less.
- My underwear. Somewhere between the laundry service and my room, a pair of my favorite boxers vanished. Seriously, what the heck happened? I suspect a rogue cleaning fairy. This is not an exaggeration, it's just what occurred.
For the Kids (and the General Family Vibe):
Family/child-friendly: The hotel is definitely geared towards families. The kids facilities were plentiful (I glimpsed a kids' club, but I didn't use it). I noticed a babysitting service was available, which is a huge plus for parents.
Getting Around (and the Lack of Electric Charging Station):
Getting around: They have a car park [free of charge]. The car park [on-site] made parking a breeze. No need to worry about parking. Airport transfer was available. One thing to note: no car power charging station that I could see.
Overall Impression: Worth the Splurge?
Look, the Engel Gourmet & Spa is expensive. But, if you're looking for a luxurious, relaxing getaway in a stunning location with excellent accessibility and top-notch service, it's hard to beat. The spa alone is worth the price of admission. Would I go back? Absolutely. But maybe I’ll pack extra underwear this time.
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this ain't your grandma's meticulously planned travel itinerary. This is… well, it's my trip to Engel Gourmet&Spa in Nova Levante, Italy, and let's just say perfection ain't the name of the game. More like, "Embrace the Chaos and Pray You Don't Get Lost in the Woods Again."
Day 1: ARRIVAL & OH MY GOD, THE VIEW (Before Dinner Even Begins!)
- Morning (more like, "Eventually Waking Up"): The alarm blared, finally tearing me from the land of pizza dreams (Italy, already on my mind!). After a frantic scramble to find my passport (seriously, where DOES it go?!), and a caffeine-fueled sprint to the airport, I was on a flight… somewhere. I think.
- Afternoon: (Slightly Discombobulated Arrival): Arrived in the Dolomites. The drive to Nova Levante was… breathtaking. Seriously, I almost choked on my own saliva gawking at the mountains. Pictures? They don't do it justice, people. You HAVE to see it to believe it. Engel Gourmet&Spa – the arrival was smooth.
- Late Afternoon Pre-Spa: (The Anticipation is Killing Me): Checked into the hotel. The room? Gorgeous. And then… the balcony. I swear, I spent a solid hour just staring at the view. It was one of those moments where you just… breathe. Like, really, really breathe. This is what they call 'recharging'. I feel it.
- Evening: (Dinner, Oh Sweet Dinner, After a minor spa drama): Ah, the spa. They called me. "All booked, madame". Disaster! I wanted the massage. But hey, tomorrow, maybe. The dinner was spectacular. Like, melt-in-your-mouth, I-might-actually-cry-from-deliciousness spectacular. I swear, they have magic in that kitchen. The wine? Let me tell you, I'm currently regretting not writing down the name of that magnificent Pinot Grigio, but I was too busy inhaling it. The waiter? A ridiculously charming Italian who probably judges my clumsy fork skills. But hey, I'm on vacation!
Day 2: Hiking, Heartbreak, and Heavenly Pasta.
- Morning: (The Hiker From Hell): Okay, so, I decided to be all "nature-y" and go for a hike. The trails in the Dolomites are supposedly well-marked. Supposedly. Let's just say I may have gotten slightly off course. I may have also been chased by a very judgmental cow. I eventually made it back, slightly sunburnt, covered in bits of twigs, and with a newfound appreciation for the power of Google Maps. Next time, I'm bringing a compass and a survival kit. And maybe a translator for the cows.
- Afternoon: (Spa, Take Two): Finally, the massage! Pure bliss. The masseuse, blessed woman that she was, managed to work out all the knots from my hiking adventure (and the stress of losing my passport, AGAIN). I almost fell asleep, but I didn't! Success
- Evening: (Pasta Paradise & Existential Crisis): Dinner again! This time, I actually remembered to write down the pasta dish: cacio e pepe. Simple, perfect, and possibly the best thing I've ever eaten. I'm starting to think I could live in Italy and just eat pasta for the rest of my life. I might even learn Italian, just so I can properly compliment the chef. (Side note: While savouring the pasta, I may have had a brief existential crisis about the meaning of life and the fleeting nature of time. Don't judge.)
Day 3: Shopping, Souvenirs, and Saying 'Arrivederci' (With A Heavy Heart)
- Morning: (Shopping Spree & The Sadness Begins to Creep In): Tried to buy souvenirs, but it was all so tempting. I probably should have brought a bigger suitcase. I did get a scarf, though. It's very Italian. Or at least, I think it's very Italian.
- Afternoon (Poolside Reflections and Melancholy): Spent some time by the pool, soaking up the last of the sun. Let me tell you, staring up at the mountains while floating in a pool? Pure heaven. But the dark cloud of "trip is ending" was moving in.
- Evening: Farewell Dinner (Tears, Glorious Tears): This was the most difficult one. They catered the last dinner to perfection. The final meal was… well, it was sad. Delicious, but sad. I ended up chatting with some friendly people. The wine flowed, the laughter was there, but I was still heartbroken leaving.
Quirky Observations & Emotional Reactions:
- The Italians, They Know Food: Seriously. I could eat cheese and pasta the entire time. I will return!
- The Mountains Are Intense I've never seen anything like them, period. It's like Mother Earth showing off.
- I am a terrible map-reader: This is a fact, not an opinion. I'll be investing in a GPS next trip.
- The Spa is Divine Do it. Go. Now. You're welcome.
- I need to learn Italian: Immediately, and maybe a little bit about cows.
Imperfections & Messier Structure:
Look, this trip wasn't perfect. I overpacked. I got lost. I almost missed my flight. I probably ate too much pasta. (Is there such a thing?) But it was real. It was messy. It was full of unexpected moments and delicious food and views that stole my (and hopefully your) heart. And that, my friends, is what a great vacation is all about. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go dream about pasta.
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Alright, let's just rip the band-aid off: Is the Engel actually as gorgeous as the pictures?!
Okay, deep breath… YES. And no. The pictures? They're stunning. The real thing? Well, the initial "WOW" factor is massive. You step out onto that balcony overlooking the Dolomites, and your jaw actually *aches* from being open so long. BUT, and this is a big but, the *light*… the light in those pictures is probably enhanced. I swear, sometimes in the morning, the sun just *mocks* you with its perfection, especially if you're hungover from, you know, the spa's amazing prosecco bar (more on that later). So, yeah, it's gorgeous. But remember to bring your Instagram filter game, because real life, as always, has its quirks.
The food. Everyone raves about the food. Is the gourmet experience really all that? Did it actually *live up* to the hype?
Okay, food. Listen, I'm a *foodie*. I've eaten cold pizza in a bus station in Brussels and considered it art. The Engel… oh, the Engel. The hype? It's justified. I mean, honestly, the *bread* alone… I could have built a whole vacation around just eating that bread. Warm, crusty, with that unbelievably perfect sourdough tang. And the presentations? Forget it. Miniature works of art. Once, I accidentally spilled some olive oil on a perfectly constructed plate and actually felt a *pang* of guilt. It was like defacing the Mona Lisa, but with linguine. But… and there's almost always a but, isn't there? One night, they had this crazy deconstructed tiramisu, and I swear, the ladyfingers were a *touch* too soggy. I KNOW, I'm a monster for saying it, but it’s true. And the wine pairing with the venison? I could *swear* there wasn't enough. (Or maybe I just drank it too fast, no judgement).
The Spa... Is the spa worth the price tag? Spill.
The spa. Ahhhhhhh, the spa. Okay, listen. I am a *complete* spa snob. I judge harshly. And the Engel Spa? Yeah, it's worth it. Absolutely. The saunas are divine – dry heat, eucalyptus mist, all of it. The infinity pool with the view? *Heaven*. But here's the thing: my first time in the "textile-free" sauna (yes, you read that right, folks), I wandered in completely oblivious. I had literally no idea it was a nudist sauna. I froze. Not from the cold, but from sheer panic. The other patrons, all perfectly relaxed, looked at me like I was an alien. Mortification doesn’t even begin to cover it. So, pro-tip: DO YOUR RESEARCH. Figure out the textile rules *before* you strip down. Learn from my mistakes! Also, the massage therapists? Superb. Though, I once got a massage where the therapist kept humming along to the Enya soundtrack. It was… disconcerting, but still relaxing overall. Just… slightly bizarre, I suppose. And the whole "rest area"? I fell asleep for like... three hours. Best nap of my life.
Tell us more about the rooms.. what should we expect?
The rooms are lovely. Modern, clean, minimalist chic. Usually some sort of amazing, unexpected view. I had a balcony with a hot tub. That was life changing. My particular room had a really irritating, overly complicated light system. I spent a solid half hour one night just frantically trying to locate the light switch. Finally, the cleaning lady, bless her heart, came in and solved it with a simple touch. My lack of technical ability is legendary but if I can deal with the lights, you likely can, too. The *beds*? Cloud-level comfort. Be prepared to never want to leave. And the bathrooms? Big showers, great products. Though I'm not sure about the eco-friendly dispensers. They look stylish, but they can be a bit… stingy with the soap. Small price to pay for paradise, I guess.
Any downsides we need to know about? Be brutally honest!
Okay, honesty time. The Engel is not… cheap. That's the biggest downside. Be prepared to part with some serious Euros. Also, it's in the Dolomites, which means… *slopes*. If you're not a fan of walking uphill after a giant meal and a few glasses of local wine, you might find yourself feeling a little… winded! Also, the service is *almost* too good. Seriously! At times I felt guilty about the level of attentiveness. Constantly refilling your water, anticipating your every need, it's… a lot. (But, hey, I'll take it!). And there's a certain… *vibe*. It's a very "refined" crowd. Don't expect a wild party scene. It's more about quiet contemplation and refined enjoyment. Which is cool, but sometimes you do kinda wish you could just, like, blast some Eighties hair metal in the hot tub. (Probably not a good idea.)
Hiking, any advice? What's the deal?
Hiking in the Dolomites is… a thing. The views are genuinely breathtaking. The trails can be challenging. I, personally, attempted a trail that claimed to be "easy." Lies! All lies! I ended up clinging to a rock face, convinced I was going to plummet to my death (dramatic, I know). Turns out, I'm not a mountain goat. But, the *experience*… the air, the views, the (eventually) glorious feeling of reaching the top… that's worth it. Just pack more water than you think you need. And maybe, you know, take a hike to prepare for the hike, if you're not already ridiculously fit. Also, avoid the trail marked "for seasoned hikers only" unless you *are* a seasoned hiker. Trust me on this one. Seriously.
Is it romantic? Should I bring my partner (or try to FIND one to bring...)
Romantic? Oh, absolutely. It's the kind of place where you can’t help but fall in love. Whether it's with the scenery, the food, the person you're with… or with yourself (which, let's be honest, is always a good idea!). Candlelit dinners, amazing sunsets, cozy rooms, and the opportunity to reconnect with each other. I've seen proposals there. I've seen couples holding hands on the trails, completely lost in the moment. I've *almost* barfed from the sheer amount of love in the air. (Kidding! Kind of). So yes, bring a partner. Or, if you're feeling adventurous (and single), bring a book, some great music, and prepare to fall madly in love with the mountains, the spa, the food, and… perhaps, yourself.
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