Escape to Italy: Your Dream Vacation Awaits at Il Ciliegio!
Escape to Italy: Il Ciliegio - My Messy, Glorious Italian Dream Come True (and Yours Too, Probably)
Okay, so, Italy. Just the word conjures up images of sun-drenched hillsides, enough pasta to sink a small ship, and the kind of laid-back amore that makes you want to chuck your boring life and become a gelato connoisseur. And that's exactly the feeling Il Ciliegio – yes, the cherry tree – promised. Did it deliver? Buckle up, buttercups, because it did. And then some. Let's dive into this Italian adventure, because I'm still buzzing from it… even with my slightly sunburnt nose.
Location and Access: Getting There and (Mostly) Getting Around - 4.5/5 Stars
First things first: finding the place. Il Ciliegio is tucked away in a corner of [Insert Region Here] – picturesque, slightly off the beaten path, exactly what you'd expect. The airport transfer was a lifesaver (more on that later). They advertised airport transfers, which are essential when you’re arriving after a red-eye, and also included for the disabled guests; that’s a huge plus! Car park [free of charge] is a blessing, especially as I had planned to explore the surrounding area. My GPS, bless its digital heart, initially tried to lead me astray, but with a little perseverance (and a frantic Google Maps session), I found the hidden gem. Accessibility: I wouldn't give it a perfect score for accessibility (it is Italy, after all, which sometimes means cobblestones!), but they do have facilities for disabled guests and an elevator. The exterior corridor made things easier than navigating a labyrinth.
Cleanliness and Safety: Feeling Safe and Sound - 5/5 Stars (Seriously!)
Listen, I travel a lot, and cleanliness is HIGH on my list. Especially nowadays! I'm slightly obsessed with hand sanitizer. Il Ciliegio absolutely nailed it. Daily disinfection in common areas, anti-viral cleaning products, and rooms sanitized between stays? Yes, please! They also offered room sanitization opt-out. I could tell that all the hygiene protocols, including hand sanitizer stations and trained staff, were taken very seriously. Plus, there’s a doctor/nurse on call and a first aid kit, which is reassuring. There were also fire extinguishers, smoke alarms, and other safety systems. I definitely felt safe that I could trust this hotel.
Room, Rooms, Rooms! My Haven - 4/5 Stars
My initial room? Bellissima! (Okay, I’m still practicing my Italian.) It was all about the details: air conditioning, a comfy extra long bed, and, crucially, blackout curtains (essential after a day of exploring). The free Wi-Fi worked flawlessly (thank the heavens! I needed to upload my Insta stories of the stunning views). The in-room safe box was a nice touch, and the refrigerator was essential for keeping my rosé chilled. I opted for a non-smoking room, as per usual. The daily housekeeping was impeccable, and the slippers and bathrobes made me feel utterly pampered. Okay, the soundproofing could have been a tiny bit better, I could sometimes hear the happy chatter from the terrace, but honestly, it just added to the atmosphere of joyous Italian life around me. Ciao!
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: A Feast for the Senses (and the Stomach) - 4.5/5 Stars
Oh, the food! This is where Il Ciliegio truly shines. Forget the diet, embrace the carbs. The breakfast buffet was a revelation: fresh croissants, local cheeses, endless coffee – my idea of heaven. I definitely appreciated the Asian breakfast and Asian cuisine in restaurant! The restaurants offered a delightful variety, but the a la carte in restaurant was a real winner – I had the best pasta carbonara of my life. The poolside bar was perfect for a pre-dinner aperitivo, and the happy hour? Let's just say I made some new Italian friends! I heard a couple of complaints that the salad in restaurants could be better; the vegetarian restaurant and alternative meal arrangement were useful services to have. I even found out that the hotel offered breakfast takeaway service!
Things to Do and Ways to Relax: Pampering and Pleasure - 5/5 Stars (Oh, Yes!)
Okay, this is where Il Ciliegio earned its stripes. The pool with view? Breathtaking. I spent hours just floating, soaking up the sun, and occasionally sipping a cocktail. Then came the spa. Ahhh, the spa. The spa/sauna combo was the perfect pre-massage warm-up. My massage was pure bliss – I almost fell asleep and the relaxation was heavenly. They also advertised a fitness center, but I was too busy eating gelato to find the time. I also considered the foot bath but as you can imagine, it all went by in a blur! The body scrub was also an option, but I think I'd rather just relax.
Services & Conveniences: Beyond the Basics! - 4/5 Stars
Il Ciliegio really thinks of everything a traveler could need. Loved the concierge service; they helped me book local tours and restaurants (essential when you don't speak fluent Italian). There was a currency exchange option and cash withdrawal as well. The laundry service was also a lifesaver. Daily housekeeping kept everything spick-and-span. They even had a gift/souvenir shop to pick up a little something for loved ones (and let's be honest, myself). A little downer: There were pets allowed unavailable, but that’s okay.
Internet Access: Staying Connected (Mostly) - 4/5 Stars
I'm a digital nomad at heart, so good Wi-Fi is crucial. The Free Wi-Fi in all Rooms! was a lifesaver (again!). Internet access was easy to find. I would have preferred a Internet Access – LAN for more secure/reliable for my work, but the Wi-Fi held up well. They also had Wi-Fi in public areas, and Wi-Fi for special events.
For the Kids: Family Fun! - 4/5 Stars
I didn't travel with any little ones, but I saw lots of families happily enjoying the facilities. There were babysitting services and kids facilities, and the hotel advertised itself as Family/Child friendly. Great if you're thinking of a multi-generational trip, and they even offer kids meals!
Quirky Observations and Emotional Reactions:
I'm not going to lie, at first, the hotel felt a bit…quiet. But as the days wore on, I grew to love its peacefulness. There was a charming terrace with exterior corridor where I spent my afternoons reading a book, soaking up the sun, and occasionally eavesdropping on the locals gossiping. The staff, from the front desk to the cleaning crew, were all incredibly friendly and helpful, even when my Italian was, shall we say, under development. I loved the fact there was a shrine that felt very unique to the town, and the convenience store was really convenient for quick snacks.
The Grand Finale: Should You Book?
YES. Absolutely, unequivocally, YES. Il Ciliegio is more than just a hotel; it's an experience. It's a chance to escape the everyday, to immerse yourself in the beauty and joy of Italy. It’s a place where you can eat amazing food, relax by a stunning pool, and feel utterly pampered. Even with a few minor imperfections (what's a little imperfection among friends?), this hotel is a winner. I’m already planning my return trip. Highly recommend booking your stay at Il Ciliegio – it's the perfect place to start your Italian adventure.
My Recommendation? 5 Stars!
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- Luxurious Relaxation: Pamper yourself with our spa treatments, including massages, body scrubs, sauna and steamroom, and enjoy the pool with a view. Workouts at the fitness center!
- Culinary Delights: Indulge in authentic Italian cuisine at our restaurants, from hearty breakfasts to gourmet dinners. Enjoy a poolside bar and happy hour after a long day of exploring.
- Ultimate Comfort: Relax in our spacious, non-smoking rooms featuring comfortable extra long beds, air conditioning, free Wi-Fi, and more.
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this ain't your polished, perfect travel itinerary. This is my brain dumped onto paper (or, you know, the digital equivalent). We're talking Il Ciliegio Casa Vacanza in Macerata, Italy, and my soul, ready to be hopelessly, beautifully, and probably embarrassingly flawed.
Day 1: Arrival and the Great Spaghetti-Induced Coma
- Morning (Let's be real, late morning… I’m not a morning person): Arrive at Ancona Airport. The flight was a red-eye from… well, it doesn't matter. All I know is my internal clock is currently set to "miserable and confused." Grab a rental car. Pray to the gods of navigation that my GPS doesn't get me lost in a field of sunflowers (again).
- Afternoon: Arrive at Il Ciliegio. Ooooooooooh, it's pretty. Seriously. Instantly Instagram-worthy. That rustic charm! That view! I'm overwhelmed. Someone pinch me. Wait, no, don't. I'm too tired to feel it. The owner—a lovely woman with the kindest eyes (and a slight suspicion that I might be a disaster)—shows us around. The house is perfect. I might actually cry.
- Evening: Grocery store run. This is where the romance shatters. Navigating an Italian supermarket is an Olympic sport. I grab everything that looks vaguely edible, and enough pasta to feed a small village. Dinner: Attempted spaghetti carbonara. Let's just say it's… rustic. Edible, but rustic. Proceed to induce a food coma of epic proportions. Crash.
Day 2: Macerata Madness and the Quest for the Perfect Gelato - The Great Gelato Obsession Begins
- Morning: Drag myself out of bed, fueled by lukewarm instant coffee and a vague feeling of existential dread. Explore Macerata. The city is… charming. Cobblestone streets! Medieval walls! But the real drama? The gelato. Oh, the gelato.
- Afternoon: The Gelato Pilgrimage begins. I become obsessed. A mission. A calling. We sample gelato at three different gelaterias. Tre! I'm talking serious gelato devotion here. Pistachio? Heavenly. Hazelnut? The very meaning of existence. But, the search continues. (I could probably be buried in a gelato coffin at this rate). The Sferisterio (the open-air opera arena) is impressive, even though I can't recall any opera I've ever seen. The history of walls is pretty great too, but the Gelato is more appealing.
- Evening: Dinner at Trattoria. I order the pasta. Because, well, Italy. I'm pretty sure the waiter thought I was crazy when I asked if they had gelato for dessert (they did, thankfully). Walk around Macerata at night. The lights, the atmosphere… This is what it's all about. This day was perfect.
Day 3: The Rolling Hills and the Almost-Accidental Wine Heist
- Morning: A drive. The Le Marche region is ridiculously gorgeous. I'm talking postcard perfection. Driving through rolling hills dotted with vineyards feels like living in a painting. Stop at a tiny, family-run winery.
- Afternoon: Wine tasting! This is what I came here for, right? I learn the difference between vino rosso and vino bianco and then I decide I love them all. It's a blur of flavours. We're purchasing some bottles and I might have gotten a little… enthusiastic. I'm pretty sure I almost walked out with a crate, completely by accident. The owner, a kindly man with a booming laugh, just smiled at me. We left with more wine than we intended, and I'm not mad. (Sorry, bank account.)
- Evening: Dinner at the Casa. Cooking again. And I attempt to use all the new wine. This could go one of two ways. I hope for the best. I finish the last bottle, fall into bed, and let the wine Gods take care of the rest.
Day 4: Recanati and the Lure of Leopardi
- Morning: A visit to Recanati, the birthplace of the poet Giacomo Leopardi. The views from the town are supposed to be stunning. I'm slightly hungover. It's ok.
- Afternoon: Leopardi's house. Okay, it's kind of… interesting. It makes me feel both cultured and slightly under-qualified to be there. I buy a postcard.
- Evening: More gelato. Honestly, I don't even remember what flavour. I might have a problem. A beautiful dinner at a restaurant in Recanati. I decide that all the food in Italy is good, even the pizza.
Day 5: Beach Day and The Sunburn Tango
- Morning: Beach day at Portonovo. Sunscreen. Hats. Water bottles. I am prepared. We get to the beach and I promptly forget everything.
- Afternoon: Sunbathing. Swimming. The sea is gorgeous. Bliss! Until the sun begins to burn. I become a lobster.
- Evening: Recovering from the sunburn. Ice packs and aloe vera. Dinner at a relaxed restaurant at the beach and feeling very grateful to be alive. Everything hurts, but it's somehow still beautiful.
Day 6: The Journey Home
- Morning: Last breakfast at Il Ciliegio. Saying goodbye is hard. That house. That view. I'm already mourning the loss of my Italian idyll. Pack.
- Afternoon: Drive back to Ancona Airport. Return the rental car. Fight back the tears. Board the plane.
- Evening: Arrival at home. I am sad to be away. And hungry. All of the gelato.
Final Thoughts (and Honest Feelings):
This trip wasn't perfect. I burnt my face. I probably ate too much pasta. I embarrassed myself in Italian. I'm still not sure I'll remember everything, but I do know that it was the best holiday ever. Italian people are lovely. The food is amazing. The scenery is stunning. And the gelato… well, the gelato is life. I'll be back. And next time, I'll bring three more suitcases, filled with gelato!
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