Unbelievable Luxury Awaits: Hotel Azkue, Getaria, Spain
Unbelievable Luxury Awaits? My Take on Hotel Azkue, Getaria: (Spoiler Alert: It’s Complicated!)
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because I'm still processing my stay at Hotel Azkue in Getaria. "Unbelievable Luxury"? Well, let's just say it's… debatable. This ain't some airbrushed travel magazine review; this is me, unfiltered, after a whirlwind (and sometimes bewildering) Basque Country adventure. I'm gonna delve deep, and let's be honest, probably get a little lost along the way.
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(The Accessibility Gauntlet: Did They Actually Think?)
First things first, let's talk accessibility. This is where my blood pressure immediately spiked. The website promised facilities for disabled guests, which is absolutely vital. But trying to actually navigate the hotel as someone with mobility issues? Hoo boy. It was a logistical ballet of awkward angles and questionable ramps. I’m talking narrow hallways, which are okay for someone using a cane, but for a full wheelchair, its not okay, there wasn't enough room and it was almost like the hotel forgot to fully implement the promises. Elevator access was supposed to be a breeze… most of the time it was. But there were a few frustrating moments where it felt like I was waiting for the elevator to the Twilight Zone. Look, accessibility isn't a luxury; it's a necessity. This area needs serious improvement.
(Wheelchair Accessible: A Sigh and a Prayer)
Yes, the hotel claims wheelchair accessibility. But the reality felt… patchy.
(Internet Access: Free Wi-Fi, Thank Goodness!)
Okay, a massive win here. Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! Finally, something that worked seamlessly. The signal was strong, reliable, and I could happily binge-watch documentaries on Basque cuisine (more on that later) without buffering. That was a lifesaver. I even used the LAN for work (had to, even on vacation, sigh) and that also worked fine.
(The Spa & Relaxation: Chasing the Elusive Bliss)
Right, let's get to the good stuff, the stuff that should be pure bliss. The spa boasted a pool with a view - and it actually delivered! The pictures online didn’t lie. The infinity pool overlooked the dramatic coastline. The sauna, steam room, and spa massages were all top-notch. I think I spent about three hours in the sauna one day, which was utterly glorious. I even got a body wrap…it was messy. Sticky. Oddly relaxing, but seriously messy. The staff generally knew what they were doing in the spa, however, the staff outside didn’t seem as well trained.
(Poolside Bar: My Happy Place (Mostly))
The poolside bar was… a mixed bag. The cocktails were delicious. The atmosphere was gorgeous. But the service? Sometimes it felt like they'd forgotten I existed. One afternoon, I ordered a drink and waited… and waited… and eventually had to flag down a different waiter, who apologized profusely. Another time, my drink arrived, and it wasn't what I ordered. These weren't huge issues, but they chipped away at the "unbelievable luxury" experience. It felt like the staff were occasionally overwhelmed, which is understandable, but still disappointing.
(Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: A Culinary Rollercoaster)
The dining scene was definitely a rollercoaster. The breakfast buffet? Honestly, I could have eaten my weight in those mini-croissants. They were divine. The coffee, however… well, let’s just say I had to order a few espressos to jolt my taste buds back to life.
- Restaurants: There were several restaurants on-site, each offering something different. The a la carte dining was fantastic, especially the seafood. I ate the best merluza of my life. There was also a vegetarian restaurant, a Western cuisine option (the burger was decent), and an Asian cuisine option.
- Happy Hour: The happy hour was a real treat, with discounted cocktails and tapas.
- Room Service: Room service was a godsend on the days I just wanted to hide in my room and stare at the sea. It was the perfect antidote to any frustrations. Honestly, the 24-hour room service gets points. The food was pretty solid for the time of day.
(Cleanliness and Safety: The Post-Pandemic Shuffle)
The hotel took COVID-19 seriously, implementing plenty of safety measures:
- Anti-viral cleaning products: They used the goods. My room always smelled fresh.
- Daily disinfection: The common areas were constantly being cleaned.
- Hand sanitizer: Available everywhere.
- Sanitized kitchen and tableware items: Everything was immaculate.
- Room sanitization opt-out: This was a thoughtful touch for those who were wary of the extra cleaning.
- Staff trained in safety protocol: The staff knew what to do.
I felt safe, which is obviously crucial in today’s world.
(Services and Conveniences: The Little Things That Matter)
The hotel offered a range of services:
- Concierge: Helpful, but sometimes a little slow to respond.
- Daily housekeeping: Always spotless.
- Dry cleaning and laundry service: Super convenient.
- Elevator: A lifesaver.
- Facilities for disabled guests: (See my earlier rant).
- Luggage storage: No problem.
- Meeting/banquet facilities: Didn't use them personally, but they looked well-equipped.
- Safety deposit boxes: Always a good thing.
- Terrace: Lovely place to relax with a book and a glass of something bubbly.
- Car Park: Free on-site car parking was a HUGE plus.
(For the Kids: A Family-Friendly Vibe?
They had babysitting service - didn't have kids, but it was good to know. There were kids' facilities, kids' meals, and a general family-friendly vibe.
(Rooms & Amenities: The Heart of the Matter)
The rooms were luxurious. Honestly. My room had:
- Air conditioning: Essential in the summer heat.
- Blackout curtains: Saved me from the early morning sun.
- Bathrobes and slippers: Always a nice touch.
- Coffee/tea maker: Crucial for a morning caffeine fix.
- Free bottled water: A lifesaver.
- Hair dryer: Powerful enough to tame my unruly hair.
- In-room safe box: For my valuables.
- Laptop workspace: Which I definitely needed, ugh.
- Mini bar: Well-stocked.
- Non-smoking rooms: Thank goodness.
- Private bathroom: Beautiful.
- Satellite/cable channels: For those down times.
- Separate shower/bathtub: Glorious.
- Wi-Fi [free]: (See earlier praise!)
- Window that opens: Glorious to breathe in the sea air.
The bed was heavenly. Seriously. I slept like a log.
(Getting Around: Smooth Sailing… Mostly)
- Airport transfer: I didn't use this.
- Car park [free of charge]: Excellent.
- Taxi service: Readily available.
(The Verdict: A Mixed Bag, Ultimately)
So, would I recommend Hotel Azkue? It's complicated.
On the one hand, the setting is stunning. The spa is amazing (when the staff is on point). The rooms are gorgeous, and the free Wi-Fi is a godsend. On the other hand, the accessibility issues, the occasional service hiccups, and the overall inconsistency of the "luxury" experience hold it back from true perfection.
It's a hotel with potential, a hotel with flashes of brilliance. But it's also a hotel that needs to sort out its priorities and deliver a consistently high level of service across the board.
If you're not too concerned about the accessibility issues, and you're okay with occasional service hiccups, then yes, go. But be prepared for a truly "unbelievable" experience in the best and… well, let's just call it the "unexpected" way. It’s a hotel I’d love to see thrive, because honestly, when it hit the mark, it was glorious.
Tokyo's Strangest Hotel: Robots, Dinosaurs & Unforgettable Stays!
Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because this isn't your grandma's boring itinerary. We're going to Getaria, Spain, and honestly? I'm already picturing myself with a glass of something cold, looking majestic, and probably slightly sunburnt. This is the Hotel Azkue version, baby. Let's get this show on the road… or the road off the show, whichever.
GETARIA GLORY (WITH A HEALTHY DOSE OF CHAOS): A Week of Basque Brilliance
Arrival Day (aka "Lost Luggage and Liquid Confidence"):
- Morning (Or Whenever the Heck I Actually Wake Up): Land in Bilbao. Okay, so technically my flight was delayed. Don't get me started. I swear, I'm always the one with the luggage that decides to holiday in another country. (Fingers crossed it arrives before my sanity does.) Quick dash to the pre-booked shuttle, which, bless its rusty heart, actually showed up. Already feeling the Basque breeze in my (slightly rumpled) hair.
- Afternoon: The Great Getaria Getaway: The drive to Getaria? Stunning. Seriously. Coastal roads, dramatic cliffs, the ocean doing its whole "existential sigh" routine. My inner travel blogger was itching to capture the perfect Instagram shot. Then the driver, bless him, started singing along to some Basque pop music and I lost it. Just pure, unadulterated joy.
- Late Afternoon/Early Evening: Hotel Azkue - Arrival and Initial Panic: Finally, Hotel Azkue. Gorgeous! Classic, charming, with a view that makes you want to weep tears of utter happiness. Except, my luggage still hadn't arrived. Panic. Cue frantic calls, a quick cry (okay, maybe a full-blown sob) in the room, and then a sudden, irrational urge to order a bottle of wine. So I did. God bless the hotel staff who probably think I'm a delightful trainwreck.
- Evening: Pintxos and a Prayer (and Possibly More Wine): Okay, I'm slightly underdressed, but who cares? Getaria is calling! Wandered the harbor, which is absolute postcard perfection. And then, pintxos. Small, delicious bites of heaven on bread. I'm talking fresh seafood, perfectly seasoned chorizo, little works of art. Ate myself into a blissful stupor. Found a cozy little bar with live music - a local band. They butchered a Beatles song in the most charming way possible. Ended the night watching the waves crash, utterly content… even without my favorite jeans.
Day 2: Tuna, Tides, and Terrifying Heights
- Morning: This is where my whole plan to wake up early for a sunrise stroll went straight into a watery grave. I did manage to stumble to the included continental breakfast, and then a real coffee made me feel like a person again.
- Mid-morning: The San Sebastian Excursion… and Immediate Regret. Okay, so San Sebastian is beautiful, don't get me wrong, and I should have loved it… but I just… didn't. I felt like a sardine in a can, fighting through the crowds of other tourists! I got a coffee, got a cone of ice cream, and just wanted to go hang out in Getaria!
- Afternoon: Back where I belong! Headed to the port. Did I mention Getaria and the sea are everything? I saw fishermen hauling in their catch, the smell of salt and fish and life, and went exploring everywhere they did.
- Late Afternoon: Okay. So, the thing about Getaria is it's gorgeous. But also? It's got some seriously steep hills. I decided to climb to the top of the lighthouse. Okay, not officially a lighthouse, just a viewing balcony right by the sea. After a truly heart-stopping climb, I stood up there. The wind was howling, the waves were crashing, and I was… terrified. But also, breathtaking. It's the kind of view that makes you feel incredibly small, but also incredibly alive. The view alone was worth every moment of terror it took to get there. The wind nearly blew me off but I survived!
- Evening: Dinner Time (And a Near-Disaster): Dinner, again, at a tiny, family-run restaurant. The service? Perfect. The food? Beyond words. The problem? I, in my eagerness, ordered the local speciality Tuna on the grill. I bit down so confidently. And then I choked. I swear, my life flashed before my eyes. Luckily, a passing waiter saw me struggling and gave me the "Heimlich manoeuvre." Everyone was mortified. Embarrassing, but oh so Basque. I just laughed it off. What else could I do?
Day 3: Txakoli Dreams and Coastal Cruising
- Morning: Txakoli Tasting Adventure: The Txakoli tasting! God, this stuff is delicious! Light, bubbly, slightly fizzy wine. We visited a family-run winery in the hills above Getaria. The views were incredible, the wine flowed freely, and the family treated us like, well, family. Their dogs were adorable, and I spent a solid hour just petting them. Pure happiness.
- Afternoon: Boat Trip… and Sea Sickness: Oh, the boat trip. Sounds dreamy, right? Sailing along the coast, enjoying the sun, and feeling the sea breeze? Yes, but it also involved me feeling slightly nauseous. I am definitely not a sailor. I tried my best but I felt dreadful. But everyone else seemed to be having a blast. I powered through. The scenery was still beautiful, and I pretended I wasn't green around the gills.
- Evening: Tapas Crawl (Take Two): Back in Getaria, back to the bar. One more chance to eat every type of pintxos, but this time, I took my time. I felt more confident this time, trying all the seafood I could stomach. The flavors were bursting in my mouth. Life lesson: always take your time and truly taste the flavors. Went to sleep happy, full, and a little bit tipsy.
Day 4: Surfing, Sunburn, and a Secret Spot
- Morning: Actually tried surfing! Okay, I didn't stand up. Not. Once. But I paddled, I fell, I swallowed a lot of seawater, and I laughed until my sides hurt. The instructor was gorgeous, patient, and probably thought I was an idiot, but hey, at least I had fun!
- Afternoon: Beach Bumming and Sunburn: The beach here is perfect. I decided to have a beach day, but then, because I didn't think to reapply my sunscreen, I ended up turning into a lobster, feeling the burn of a lifetime.
- Late Afternoon: Found a little hidden cove. Literally. Just scrambled around a bit, and there it was. Pure, unadulterated serenity. The water was crystal clear, and I swear, I could hear the fish talking. It was bliss. Absolutely no one was around. Pure moment of zen.
- Evening: Sunburn relief and a quiet night in. Ate a very plain dinner, showered carefully, and binged on Netflix. My skin felt like it was on fire.
Day 5: Food Pilgrimage & A Walk In The Rain
- Morning: The Michelin Star Pilgrimage. I'm going to give my all to the best Michelin star restaurant in the region. The most important thing is that I'm going to actually get there. This is going to be my chance to be something. This is going to be my chance to learn about more than just food… the culture, the beauty, and the art.
- Afternoon: The Rainy Walk: Okay, so the weather took a turn. Rain. Glorious, soaking rain. Decided to embrace it. Grabbed a raincoat, and just strolled through the town. The wet streets shimmered, the air smelled fresh, and the whole place felt even more magical. Found a cozy little cafe, nursed a coffee, and watched the world go by.
- Evening: Farewell Dinner (With Maybe a Tear or Two): The best of the best. Amazing seafood, a gorgeous view, and the realization that this incredible trip was almost over. Felt a little sad, but also filled with joy. Another perfect meal (no choking this time!). And maybe a little bit of wine-induced sentimentality.
Day 6: A Day For The Books, And Packing
- Morning: The Museum That Made My Day!: There seems to be a small museum in the area that I can explore. I made it a new goal to explore what this Museum has to offer, and learn about the history of this place!
- Afternoon: Goodbye, Getaria: Time to pack. This, as always, turned into a mess, with half my clothes still dirty, and the rest a chaotic jumble. But whatever!
- Evening: The Last Pintxos: The Last Pintxos. One last hurrah at my favorite bar, because I'm not going anywhere else. Staring at my favorite foods, watching the sunset. I felt a pang of sadness, but also, a deep sense of gratitude. This trip? It was everything.
Unbelievable Luxury Awaits: Hotel Azkue - The Real Deal FAQs (and a Few Rants)
Alright, so you're thinking of Hotel Azkue. Getaria, Spain. "Unbelievable Luxury," they say. Let's cut the crap. Here are some answers, some opinions (I have *many*), and probably some rambling because, well, that’s how I roll.
Is it ACTUALLY luxurious or is it just, you know… nice-ish?
Okay, LUXURIOUS. Yeah, it is. But hold on. It's *Basque* luxurious. Think less chandelier-swinging decadence and more… beautifully understated elegance. The kind that makes you feel absurdly self-conscious about your slightly-too-loud laugh. Like, the furniture is impeccable, the artwork is genuinely interesting, the view… the VIEW! Oh, the view. See that later.
Real talk: I once accidentally spilled red wine on a pristine white couch in the common area. My heart stopped. The response? "Don't worry, it happens." (Which, honestly, made me more mortified because I suddenly felt like I shouldn't have been there.) So yeah, truly luxurious. But prepare to have your inner klutz be challenged.
About that view… What's the fuss about?
Okay, the view. It’s… obscene. Seriously. You look out your window (if you get a sea view room, which you absolutely should, even if it means selling a kidney) and you're staring right at the Bay of Biscay. Getaria’s little harbor, the waves crashing (or gently lapping, depending on the day, which is what makes it even MORE appealing), the little island in the distance… It's like a painting. A moving, breathing painting that changes with the light. I spent literally an hour just staring out the window once, forgetting breakfast or the fact I desperately needed to pee. It’s THAT good.
Is the food as good as they say? I’ve heard whispers …
Whispers? HA! They're RUNNING. The food! It's Getaria. It's the Basque Country. It's like, the Mecca of seafood. And the Hotel Azkue? They embrace it. Fresh, local, perfectly prepared. I had the *kokotxas* (fish cheeks) and I’m not even a fancy food person, but I almost wept. The breakfast? Forget about it. The pastries are ridiculously good. The coffee is strong enough to wake the dead (perfect for my early morning view-gazing sessions). My only complaint? I ate too much. Every. Single. Day. Seriously, pack your stretchy pants.
Okay, but like… is the staff actually *nice*? Or is it that fake, overly-attentive kind?
They are genuinely lovely. Not in a Stepford-esque way, but in that warm, genuine Basque way. They speak good English, but you can tell they actually *care* that you're having a good time. They're happy to answer your inane questions (I asked about the fishing boats like, 5 times), offer recommendations, and generally make you feel like a valued guest, not just another wallet to be drained. This is where the "unbelievable" part *really* kicks in, the kindness, the warmth is so consistent. One day, someone on the staff actually helped me pick out a bottle of txakoli (local wine). I'm pretty sure he saved 100 euros too.
How’s the location? Is Getaria itself worth visiting?
Getaria is *charming*. Small, walkable, full of character. It's a fishing village, so the air smells of the sea (a good thing!). Amazing restaurants (outside the hotel too!), cute little shops, and the birthplace of Juan Sebastián Elcano (who finished Magellan’s voyage around the world). You can walk to the port, go for a swim (the water's freezing, but invigorating!), and generally relax. The Hotel Azkue is right in the heart of it all, which is amazing because it makes everything easy, and terrible, because you spend the whole time just wanting to stay at the hotel.
Tell me about a specific experience. Something that sticks with you. Go on, spill the beans.
Alright, alright. Okay. This is going to sound ridiculous, but ... the *bathrobes*. I never talk about bathrobes. I couldn't give a single shit about a fucking bathrobe. But these bathrobes... Oh. My. God. They're thick, fluffy, luxurious, and somehow perfectly warm. I literally just *lived* in that bathrobe during my stay. I wore it to breakfast. I wore it to the balcony to stare at the view. Once, I even tried to sneak downstairs to the lobby in it, but I stopped myself, fearing the judgement of the staff. (I still regret it). The pure, unadulterated comfort… It wasn't just comfort, it was... a hug. A luxurious, expensive hug from a fluffy cloud. I almost considered stealing it. (I didn't, but I did subtly check the price tag. Expensive.) Seriously, that bathrobe single-handedly made the trip worth it. The entire experience was *defined* by that robe. The view, the food, the staff… all were amplified by the bathrobe. This is how they get you. This ridiculous, fluffy, perfect… DAMN IT! I’m still thinking about that bathrobe!
Are there any downsides? Be honest!
Okay, fine. The downsides. First off: It's expensive. Prepare your wallet. (But, honestly, you're getting what you pay for). Second: parking can be a *nightmare*. Getaria is a small town, and space is tight. Third: The sheer beauty of the place might make you question your entire life. You might return home and realize your life is, well, not as good. That’s what happened to me. The red wine. The bathrobe. The view. It changed me. Now I'm just mildly disappointed with everything. And that, my friend, is a cost you cannot put on a price list.
Would you go back?
