Escape to Paradise: Stunning Seaview Apartment in Razanac, Croatia!
Escape to Paradise: Razanac Apartment - My Croatian Sea Dream or Nightmare? (A Messy Review!)
Alright, folks, buckle up because I'm about to spill the beans (and maybe some Croatian wine… or maybe just cry a little) about my recent stay at the "Stunning Seaview Apartment" in Razanac. Escape to Paradise, they called it. Paradise, huh? Let's find out!
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First off, the Good (ish) Stuff… Before the Tide Turns…
Let's be real, the view was… well, it was indeed stunning. Like, postcard-worthy, Instagram-filter-doesn't-do-it-justice stunning. Waking up to the Adriatic shimmering like a million tiny diamonds? Yeah, that'll get my grumpy-old-man-self out of bed, even on a Monday. The whole “escape” part? Definitely nailed that. You felt far away.
Accessibility & Stuff - The Less Glamorous Bits (and let's get real, my opinion)
Okay, so here’s where things get…complicated. The listing claimed "Facilities for disabled guests." Now, my definition of "disabled" might differ from whoever wrote that. There was an elevator, which was HUGE. But, and this is a big but, getting to the elevator? Hmmm. I had to navigate a few tight turns and a slightly uneven cobblestone path. So, "accessible"? Maybe. "Easy peasy"? Absolutely not.
On-site Accessible Restaurants/Lounges: N/A to my knowledge. Everything seemed to involve stairs and narrow passages, which probably aren't the most welcoming to anyone with mobility limitations.
Wheelchair Accessible: Not entirely, again.
Internet & Tech Woes (My Digital Detox Failed!)
Free Wi-Fi in all rooms? Score! But hold on, wait… the internet died. Not just once. Multiple times. During my Netflix binge of "The Crown." The betrayal! (And yes, I might be addicted). Then, there was the "Internet [LAN]" option… which, I am apparently too technologically challenged to figure out. (Insert defeated sigh here.)
Things to Do (…Or Not) and Ways to Relax (…Maybe?)
Alright, the brochure promised the full spa experience. Spa/sauna…Pool with a View. This, I gotta say, was a solid win! The Swimming Pool [outdoor] was glorious, especially for a morning dip when the sea was still quiet. The sauna? A welcome escape from the jet lag. I never tried the Fitness Center, because, well, vacations are for resting, right? I did enjoy the Poolside Bar, which I'll get into later.
The promise of a Body scrub and Body Wrap remained just that, however, there was no Body Scrubbing or Body Wrapping.
Cleanliness and Safety - The Post-Pandemic Reality Check
Okay, this is where I was impressed. Seriously, I was. The whole place felt squeaky clean. They had Anti-viral cleaning products and staff seemed to be well training, Staff trained in safety protocols, and the Daily disinfection in common areas were very evident, like REALLY evident. You could practically smell the cleanliness. And hey, they had Hand sanitizer everywhere! That's the kind of thing that makes me feel less anxious about germs. Rooms sanitized between stays, Individually-wrapped food options at breakfast, Safe dining setup, Sanitized kitchen and tableware items - all the boxes ticked here, which really put my mind at ease!
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking - Fueling the Croatian Adventure (or My Inner Glutton)
The Breakfast [buffet] was pretty decent, with the usual suspects: eggs, cereal, bread, some pastries. I may have gone back for seconds (and thirds… and maybe fourths). They offered a Breakfast takeaway service which I utilized when I wanted to sleep in. The Coffee/tea in restaurant was average, but the Bar area was great with a surprisingly good range of local wines! I can highly recommend the Malvazija. The Poolside bar offered a great selection of cocktails, which I may have indulged in on more than one occasion. Coffee shop was not present.
Now, let's talk about my restaurant experience. The A la carte restaurants provided an international cuisine that was pretty good. The Salad in restaurant was crisp and fresh (needed that after all the pastries). However, I'm a big fan of Soup in restaurant and that left much to be desired.
Services and Conveniences - The Little Extras (and the Little "Uh-Ohs")
Air conditioning in public area? YES! Huge win again. Croatia in summer can be a scorcher. They also had a Cash withdrawal machine and a Currency exchange service, which was very convenient. Daily housekeeping was efficient and friendly. I'm a sucker for a good Doorman, and they had one!
Where things got a little wonky? The Convenience store advertised was perpetually closed. I needed some snacks, dammit! The "dry cleaning" service, well, let's just say my favorite shirt is still on its way back from being, well, let's just say, it was complicated.
Available in All Rooms - The Nitty Gritty Almost everything you could expect in a standard hotel room was available: Air conditioning, Alarm clock, Bathrobes, Complimentary tea, Daily housekeeping, Desk, Free bottled water, Hair dryer, In-room safe box, Internet access – wireless, Ironing facilities, Mini bar, Non-smoking, Private bathroom, Refrigerator, Safety/security feature, Shower, Slippers, Smoke detector, Telephone, Toiletries, Towels, Wake-up service, Wi-Fi [free], Window that opens.
For the Kids – Because I Saw Some Tiny Humans Running Around
While I don't have any kids, I saw kids! There were some kids' facilities and, based on the happy screams I heard, they seemed to be having a blast.
Getting Around - The Big Picture
Airport transfer was easy to arrange (and a lifesaver after the long flight). Car park [free of charge] was a huge bonus in a place where parking can be a nightmare. They also offer Taxi service, if you need a ride.
Final Thoughts – The Verdict?
Okay, so the "Escape to Paradise" in Razanac wasn't perfect. There were hiccups. Some things were awesome, some weren't. Sometimes, the Wi-Fi failed me. Other times, the laundry was slightly problematic.
But you know what? I still loved it.
The view, the pool, the helpful staff (mostly), the overall vibe of feeling away from it all? Those things were truly special. It wasn't a seamless, flawless experience, but it was definitely an experience. And sometimes, that's what travel is all about, right? Embracing the imperfections and making your own adventure. Would I go back? Absolutely. But next time, I'm bringing my own snacks. And a better understanding of LAN.
Unbelievable Tenerife Views: Hotel Alta Montana Awaits!
Alright, strap yourselves in, buttercups, because we're about to dissect my "trip" to Villa Ata Razanac – Nice Apartment by the Sea, in Razanac, Croatia. Emphasis on the "nice" and "sea," folks, because the rest? Well, let's just say it's a work in progress… like my tan. (Which, spoiler alert, isn't progressing much.)
Day 1: Arrival & Immediate Utter Chaos.
Morning (7:00 AM – Whenever I Actually Wake Up): The alarm blares. Except it’s not my alarm, it's the neighbors' cockerel. A goddamn rooster. In Croatia. I swear, the universe knew I was on holiday and decided to test my sanity right off the bat. Fumbling, I finally locate my phone, which is currently playing the role of an expensive brick, and silence the infernal rooster. Vowing revenge in the form of a very dry, very sarcastic blog post, I drag myself out of bed. Croatia, you’re already testing me.
(9:00 AM - 11:00 AM) The Flight From Hell (and by hell, I mean Luton Airport): Let's just say budget airlines and I are no longer on speaking terms. There were delays, there were screaming toddlers, and there was the distinct aroma of stale airplane coffee clinging to the air. I'd swear my neighbour was holding some type of suspicious-looking poultry and didn't understand about the rules. I did get a window seat, so there's that. Tiny victory.
(11:00 AM - 2:00 PM) Arrival Nightmare and Grocery Shopping: Finally, land in Zadar! The air smells of the Mediterranean, that I'll happily admit. Then comes the car rental ordeal. Apparently, my pre-booked, pre-paid miniature runabout doesn't… exist. After much sweating, and a conversation that was mostly me frantically pointing and making vaguely frustrated noises, I'm "upgraded" to a beast of a car I am not equipped to handle, and finally, it is decided to buy a slightly beat-up, but certainly fine, one. I, also, decided that I'd get used to it. After all, I didn't get a chance to get it on order. Then, grocery shopping. Trying to navigate a Croatian supermarket after a flight is like trying to herd cats. Especially when you're starving and everything has a label in a language which is completely new to you. I end up with a bag of things that may or may not be cheese and some suspicious-looking "biscuits". The hunt continues.
(2:00 PM - 3:00 PM) Journey to Razanac, Croatia: Razanac! The promise of the sea, the quaint little village, the apartment! I am feeling the joy. The drive is beautiful, absolutely breathtaking. Until I get lost. Several times. Thanks, Google Maps.
(3:00 PM - 4:00 PM) Villa Ata: The Apartment (Almost): I arrive. "Nice apartment by the sea”? Well, it's… an apartment. It's got a balcony! Which overlooks the sea! Victory! The Wi-Fi, naturally, is a ghost. The key situation. A minor battle. Eventually, I'm in. Exhausted, but in! The furniture? A bit dated, but… charming. In a "your grandma's house" kind of way. The bathroom? Tiny. Embrace the claustrophobia, I guess?
(4:00 PM - 7:00 PM) The Sea…And The Fish That Wasn't: The sea. Ah, the sea. I'm here! I finally decide to go for a swim. The water is crystal clear, blissfully cool. I float, I forget the rooster, the delays, the car, the Wi-Fi, and the questionable cheese biscuits. Pure, unadulterated joy. Then, hunger. In the distance, the sound of the local grill, and the promise of fresh fish. A magical moment. The fish however was not to be. I was completely and utterly unable to decide which to choose. Which was a complete disaster and I was there for about thirty minutes. By the end of it, the fish had gone off.
(7:00 PM - 9:00 PM) Dinner Disaster (and redemption!): Exhausted and hungry, the restaurant on the beach is calling my name! I order something. Let's just say my Croatian is still in the very early stages. It's spicy. REALLY spicy. Tears streaming down my face, I retreat to my balcony, defeated. But then, a small miracle! The balcony is, in the end, amazing. The sunset is gorgeous. And, because I’m starving, I find those questionable biscuits and a bottle of that Croatian wine. Suddenly, disaster averted. Maybe Croatia isn't so bad after all.
(9:00 PM - Bedtime): Attempt Wi-Fi. Fail. Stare at the stars. Wonder if the rooster is still awake. Sleep.
Day 2: Exploring Razanac…and My Temper
- (7:00 AM): THE ROOSTER! I am not getting used to this.
- (Morning): I decide to channel my inner tourist. A walk along the beach. The village square. I attempt to order a coffee, but apparently, my pronunciation of "kafa" is wildly off. Humiliating but also kind of hilarious, in retrospect.
- (11:00 AM – 3:00 PM): Kayaking! I am one with the sea! (Until I capsize. Twice.) It's a testament to the water's clarity that I could see the embarrassment reflected in the water.
- (3:00 PM – 6:00 PM): Trying to decipher the local shop. I may, or may not, have bought a bag of what looks suspiciously like dehydrated dog food. I'm afraid to try it.
- (6:00 PM): Finally managed to get the Wi-Fi working. The joy is short-lived. The internet is slower than a… well, slower than a snail on holiday.
- (Evening): Dinner. Another spicy encounter. I'm slowly realizing, I should learn either how to cook or how to order food, soon.
Day 3: Excursions and Existential Dread
- (Morning): The rooster. I am now convinced it has a personal vendetta.
- (9:00 AM – 2:00 PM): A boat trip to a nearby island. Gorgeous. The sea. The sun. The scenery! Absolutely incredible. Feeling somewhat redeemed regarding the food situation, I actually managed to eat a full meal!
- (Afternoon): Thinking about my life. Wondering if I should move to Croatia. Wondering if I'll ever escape the clutches of that rooster.
- (Evening): Trying to find a decent shop. It's a quest. I may, or may not, have found a shop that sells only random socks, but that shop is now my favourite!
Day 4: Relaxation and Regret
- (Morning): Actually sleeping past the Rooster! A small victory.
- (Morning-Afternoon): More swimming. More sun. More peace. I am finally relaxing.
- (Late Afternoon): The sun has gone. Suddenly, I regret not bringing any books. Or a friend. Or a decent beach towel.
- (Evening): A pizza. Good. Wine. Better. Wonder if I should stay.
Day 5: Departure (and a promise)
- (Morning): The last sunrise over the sea. So bittersweet. Goodbye, Rooster. Goodbye, questionable biscuits. Hello, world.
- (Departure): The flight? Smooth. The car rental return? No issues. Me, at Luton Airport? Maybe a bit more tanned. Maybe a bit more… me.
- (A Final Note): Would I return? Absolutely. Next time I'll learn some Croatian. And maybe bring earplugs. And possibly a pre-packaged, travel-sized bag of self-esteem. Croatia, you've been a challenge. You've also been beautiful. I'll be back. And next time, that rooster is toast.
So, uh... What *is* this whole FAQ thing even *about*?
Alright, deep breath. This is... *supposed* to be an FAQ. You know, Frequently Asked Questions? Except, I'm not really *good* at concise. So, think of it as more of a... conversational vomit session about a topic. The topic? Well, that depends on what you're curious about, right? So let me know, and I'll try to answer "it," but don't expect perfectly formed paragraphs. Expect me. And I am *not* perfect. Far from it. Like, spectacularly not perfect. We're talking a hot mess express, here. Look, maybe this is about... my cat Mittens' weird obsession with licking plastic bags. Or perhaps it's about the eternal struggle of finding matching socks. Maybe it’s about the sheer injustice of a rogue rogue croissant in my fridge that went stale overnight. I don't know yet. The world is our raw, unedited oyster.
Okay, okay, I get it. But seriously, *how* are you going to answer questions?
Well, ideally with words. Lots and lots of words. Expect a rambling discourse, a few off-topic anecdotes (mostly involving embarrassing moments and potentially questionable life choices), and maybe a touch of existential dread. I might even throw in some incredibly insightful observations that I haven't even thought of yet. It's a surprise! Like a box of chocolates... except the chocolates are sentences, and some are bitter and some are sweet and definitely some are going to make you go "Ew, what *is* that?" I'm also prone to getting stuck on a single point for *way* too long. So, if you ask about, say, the proper way to fold a fitted sheet (which, by the way, is an unsolved mystery of the universe), don't be surprised if I dedicate an entire section to the sheer, unadulterated *evil* of the elastic corners. You've been warned.
Alright, fine. Let's pretend I *did* ask a question. What if I just want to know about... pizza?
Pizza! Ah, now you're speaking my language. I *live* for pizza. But here's the thing: Pizza is a complex beast. First, the crust. Thin crust? Thick crust? Hand-tossed, pan-baked, or the cardboard-y kind you get delivered at 3 AM when you're desperate? Ugh. Choices. And the sauce! Sweet, tangy, garlicky... or just a tragic, watery smear? I once ordered a pizza with extra sauce... and it was *still* too dry. Mortifying. The mozzarella... oh, the mozzarella. Is it pulling? Is it stringy? Or has it turned into a rubbery hockey puck of disappointment? This, my friends, is the true test of character.
Now, toppings. That's where things get even *more* complicated. Pepperoni is the classic, of course. But pepperoni quality varies *wildly*. Some are thin, crisp, and curl beautifully. Others are greasy, anemic discs of sadness. And then there's the controversial pineapple. Listen, I'm a live-and-let-live kind of person, but... pineapple on pizza? I just don't *get* it. Never will. It's a crime against dough. Tomato sauce is the *savior.*
Okay, I might have gone on a bit of a rant there. But pizza deserves respect! And so does the person *making* the pizza. I should probably tip them more. I usually tip, but I almost never have enough money. And that's how I eat pizza. Poorly and with a strong emotional attachment.
What about... uh... regrets? Do you have any of those?
Oh, do I have regrets? Honey, I could write a novel... a *very* long, embarrassing novel... on the subject. Regret number one: that time I tried to make a soufflé and set off the smoke alarm. Twice. (And then blamed it on the cat!). Regret number two: The questionable haircut I got in 1998. It involved a lot of choppy layers and bangs that could have been used to comb my teeth. It was not a good look. Not at all.
And then there's... *the job*. I once spent a year working in a place where I could almost taste the apathy in the air. I was surrounded by people who seemingly *throve* on misery. I'm pretty sure I almost lost the will to smile. One day, I saw a lady literally crying in the break room because her coffee was cold. And something snapped in my mind. Oh, and the dress code? The dress code was awful.
But! (And there's usually a "but" with regrets, right?) Those mistakes, the smoke alarms, the bad hair, my terrible job? They're... part of the story. They've shaped me. They make me who I am. (And they make for *great* conversation starters, especially at parties, which I never go to.) Also, the soufflé was delicious and I’ll never stop.
So... What's next then?
Well, your guess is as good as mine! Honestly. I'm making this up as I go. That's kind of the whole point, right? Expect more tangents, more overthinking, and definitely more questionable food choices. If you still have questions, feel free to ask. I might even answer them. Eventually. (Probably after a long, winding digression about something completely unrelated.) So, yeah, that's exactly how it’s going to go.
If you want *real* answers, you're in the wrong place! I'm here for the chaotic, imperfect, utterly human experience.
P.S. I still haven’t forgiven the rogue croissant. I see you.
