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Unbelievable Luxury Awaits: My Sorrento Sojourn at the Ascot Hotel – Or, How I Nearly Died of Happiness (and Ate Too Much Pizza)
Okay, folks, buckle up. Because I’m about to unleash my Sorrento experience at the Ascot Hotel on you. This wasn't just a vacation; it was a full-blown immersion into Italian dolce vita, complete with near-death experiences (of joy, obviously) and a lingering scent of limoncello on my memory. So, grab a coffee (or, you know, a bottle of something Italian-y) and let's dive in… because this review? This is unfiltered.
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First things first: Accessibility. Listen, I'm not in a wheelchair, but I'm a clumsy oaf. The Ascot, thankfully, seemed to anticipate my potential for disaster. The elevator was a lifesaver (especially after those pizza binges), and all those facilities for disabled guests were definitely a welcome sight. I could tell they’d thought of everything. Big thumbs up, Ascot. Seriously.
Cleanliness and safety? Let's be real, in this post-plague world, it's the most important thing. And the Ascot? They didn't mess around. Anti-viral cleaning products, daily disinfection, sanitized everything, and staff trained in safety protocol. I felt like I was living inside a surgical theatre, but in the best way. The hand sanitizer was plentiful, and I even saw them sterilizing equipment. Peace of mind? Absolutely. My own little room sanitization opt-out was tempting – hey, I'm a germaphobe, I get it – but I figured they knew best. And let's not forget the physical distancing of at least 1 meter. Though, truthfully, the sheer beauty of Sorrento made keeping a distance from everything else a little tricky, what with the views and the gelato calling my name.
The Rooms (Oh, the Rooms!). Okay, let's talk my room. Holy moly. They had everything! Let me run it down for you, I'm going to keep this simple, just a list: Air conditioning, Alarm clock, Bathrobes, Bathroom phone, Bathtub, Blackout curtains, Closet, Coffee/tea maker, Complimentary tea, Desk, Extra long bed, Free bottled water, Hair dryer, Internet access – wireless (praise be!), Ironing facilities, Laptop workspace, Linens, Mini bar (dangerous!), Non-smoking, On-demand movies, Private bathroom, Reading light, Refrigerator, Satellite/cable channels, Scale, Seating area, Separate shower/bathtub, Shower, Slippers, Smoke detector, Socket near the bed, Sofa, Soundproofing, Telephone, Toiletries, Towels, Umbrella, Visual alarm, Wake-up service, Wi-Fi [free], Window that opens. I felt like I'd been transported to a luxury movie set. The soundproofing was an absolute godsend, especially when you're trying to recover from a late-night pizza coma. The blackout curtains made sleeping in a breeze (important for maximum relaxation) and the bathrobes… oh, the bathrobes! I practically lived in that thing! I feel like I should mention, just because I am that kind of person, it had an additional toilet. And all of this, including the fact that they do Daily housekeeping? Chef's kiss.
Internet? Yep, Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! No complaints there. The Internet access – LAN was probably available, but honestly, I barely left my room, so I never needed it.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: My Personal Adventure. Okay, you know I mentioned the pizza a few times? That's because it was a defining moment in my life. The 24-hour Room service? Absolutely fantastic for satisfying those late-night cravings. However, I'll let you in on my own little secret: I also did a few meals out. The A la carte in restaurant and the Buffet in restaurant were decent. I never made it to the Vegetarian restaurant and the Asian cuisine in restaurant. I had a lot of pizza.
Now the best part: The Poolside bar. Oh. My. God. Picture this: sun, a gently swaying palm (okay, maybe a giant potted plant, but still!), a frosty Aperol Spritz, and the view… the Pool with view that stretched to the horizon. The Poolside bar? It felt like pure indulgence. The coffee/tea in restaurant was great, though the desserts in restaurant are dangerous. My waistline will never forgive me.
Things to Do and Ways to Relax: Officially Achieved Nirvana. This is where the Ascot really shines. I'm going to be honest, I didn't get to everything; my nap schedule was pretty demanding. But the Swimming pool [outdoor] was stunning, and I spent a significant amount of time there. And then there were the spa treatments.
Let me tell you, I had the most incredible massage. It was… visceral. I was so relaxed, I think I actually levitated for a few minutes. Okay, maybe not levitated, but I was close. I didn't go for a Body scrub or a Body wrap, that's maybe a little too extra for me. The Sauna, Steamroom, and Spa/sauna were also great. I even gave the Foot bath a whirl. Seriously, if you need a break from the beauty of Sorrento, the Ascot spa is your perfect escape. I never made it to the Fitness center because…pizza. And Aperol Spritz.
Services and Conveniences: The Little Things That Make a Big Difference. The concierge was incredibly helpful, booking taxis and giving me restaurant recommendations. The 24-hour Front desk was super convenient. The Laundry service was great - they had my clothes smelling fresh in a jiffy. The Elevator was key (see above: pizza). And the Car park [free of charge]? Huge bonus! I didn't rent a car, because I was walking everywhere, but a bonus nonetheless.
Getting Around: The Airport transfer was reliable. My preference to walk was a must with the views and the amount of food I binged on. They also had Taxi service.
For the Kids (and Kid-at-Heart Adults): Although I didn’t have any kids with me, I noticed the Family/child friendly vibe and the presence of Kids facilities.
Wrapping Up: The Ascot Hotel Sorrento is not just a place to stay; it's an experience. It’s a place where you can escape the everyday, indulge in luxury, and maybe, just maybe, almost die of happiness.
My (Slightly Messy, But Honest) Verdict:
Would I go back? In a heartbeat. In fact, I'm already pricing flights.
My only complaint? I didn't stay long enough.
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Okay, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your average, perfectly-polished travel itinerary. This is… my itinerary. My Sorrento, Italy, adventure, pieced together with more caffeine than common sense and a healthy dose of "what ifs." I'm staying at the Hotel Ascot, because, well, the pictures looked pretty and the reviews seemed decent. Let’s see how this beautifully-laid plan actually lands.
Day 1: Arrival and… Well, Let's Just Say Italy Happened
Morning (ish - Let's Be Real, Likely Noon): Arrive in Naples. The flight was… a character. Let's just say the crying baby situation was epic. I’m talking operatic levels of wailing. Finally, we land and I stumble off the plane, bleary-eyed, and feeling like I've wrestled a small lion. Find the train to Sorrento. Okay, the train. I imagined sleek, Italian efficiency. Turns out it's more… rustic. Think rickety charm, a slight fear of derailment, and the constant hum of Italian chatter that I understand exactly zero percent of. But hey, at least the views are amazing, right? (Emotional Reaction: A mix of "Wow, this is gorgeous" and "Please, God, let me get to the hotel in one piece.")
Afternoon: Actually find the Hotel Ascot. (Google Maps is my friend, and sometimes my enemy. Let's just say a detour involving a very confused old lady with a very enthusiastic dog nearly happened.) Check in. Room is… okay. Not quite the Instagram perfection I’d hoped for, but hey, the balcony does have a view of the bay. And the bed looks comfy, which is the most important thing at this moment. (Observation: The air smells like lemons and promise. I think. I hope.)
Late Afternoon/Evening: The Accidental Aperitivo Debacle
- Right, so intention was: Unpack, shower, maybe a little nap (hah), then explore. What actually happened: I was lured by the siren song of a charming little bar near the hotel. (Anecdote: The bar owner, a man named Marco with eyes that could melt glaciers, spoke zero English. I speak even less Italian. We communicated mostly through frantic hand gestures and an impressive display of charades. I ordered what I thought was a spritz. Turns out, it was a particularly potent limoncello-based concoction that nearly peeled the enamel off my teeth.) I think a lot of conversations happened I couldn't understand.
- (Emotional Reaction: Briefly panicked. Then, a sudden, glorious surrender to the Italian chaos. "When in Rome… or, well, Sorrento. )
- (Quirky observation: I suspect I also accidentally agreed to join a local dominoes tournament. My opponent (Marco's grandfather) seemed… unimpressed.)
- Messy Structure Ramble Alert! Okay, then I remembered I hadn't eaten yet, I thought I saw a pizza place, but the walk there was a quest (and I'm still lost) I might have also bumped into a wedding party (they looked so happy). No pizza.
Night: Stumble back to the hotel, slightly tipsy but full of the spirit of adventure. Collapse in bed, feeling both exhausted and exhilarated. Note to self: Learn some basic Italian phrases. (Stronger Emotional Reaction: Pure, unadulterated joy mixed with a healthy dose of "What have I gotten myself into?")
Day 2: Lemon Groves and… Attempted Italian Lessons (Disaster Level: High)
Morning: Wake up with a slight headache and a craving for… something. Anything. (Opinionated Language: I should probably not have had so many limoncello shots.) Decide to be a responsible adult and attempt breakfast at the hotel. It's a buffet. I am overwhelmed. But there’s coffee. And croissants. Victory!
Mid-Morning: Guided tour of a lemon grove. (Doubling Down on a Single Experience) Oh, this was incredible. The air was thick with the scent of lemons, the trees were laden with fruit like golden jewels. The tour guide (a lovely woman named Isabella, who spoke perfect English, thank the heavens) explained everything about the growing process. I even got to taste fresh lemon juice – pure, unadulterated sunshine in a glass. (Emotional Reaction: Pure, unadulterated bliss. Maybe I already love lemons and Italy more than anything else in the world?)
Afternoon: Attempted Italian lesson. I found a highly-rated online course. Turns out, sitting on a balcony, overlooking the sea, and trying to learn Italian is… not conducive to learning. (Anecdote: I managed to master the phrase “Dov’è il bagno?” (Where is the bathroom?) with alarming speed. Everything else is a blur.) Spent the entire afternoon feeling as if I was trying to solve the most complex mathematical equation ever. I feel like I have the intellect of a potato with the language.
Late Afternoon/Evening: The Quest for Authentic Pasta
- Okay, backtracked to pizza shop (still lost, still questing)
- The goal: Find the best pasta in Sorrento. This, my friends, is a serious mission. Did some research. (Okay fine, Googled "best pasta in Sorrento.") Found a cute little trattoria. The food was… amazing. Homemade pasta, fresh tomato sauce, and the most delicate little basil leaves. (Emotional Reaction: A moment of pure gustatory ecstasy.)
- Messy Structure Ramble Alert! Sat at the cutest small table in the corner. This restaurant was tiny. And full of locals. And loud. And fantastic. I ordered the pasta. And the wine. And then another glass of wine.(Quirky Observation: I think I saw Marco from the bar. He winked.)
- Night: Back at the hotel. More limoncello (I’m doomed, I know). Write in my journal. Realize I have about 100 photos of lemon trees and pasta. Decide that’s perfectly acceptable. Go to sleep. (Stronger Emotional Reaction: Grateful. Exhausted. And utterly, completely, in love with Italy.)
Day 3: The Amalfi Coast… and the Reality of Public Transportation
Morning: After so many lemons, finally get a headache. (Emotional Reaction: The lemons have finally decided to take their toll.)
Mid-Morning: Attempt to take the bus to Positano. According to the internet, it’s easy. Turns out, "easy" is relative. The bus is packed. I get squashed. People are shouting. I think I am on the wrong bus, but I do not care. Everyone seems to know what they are doing. (Anecdote: I accidentally made eye contact with an elderly Italian woman who then spent the next 20 minutes talking – rapidly – to me. I smiled and nodded. I have no idea what she said, but she seemed happy.)
Afternoon: Positano's Allure
- Finally, finally, finally arrive in Positano. It’s… stunning. The houses clinging to the cliffs, the turquoise water, the general air of effortless chic. I wander. I stare. I take approximately 2000 photos.
- (Doubling Down on a Single Experience) : I find a little beach, the kind you find in movies. I grab a gelato (because, when Italy). The gelato is so good. I sit on the beach and watch the waves and actually, for a moment, feel like a movie star. That is until a seagull tries to steal my gelato (the seagull did not succeed)
Late Afternoon/Evening: The Bus Returns
- The joy of Positano. It had to end. Back on the bus, to get back to Sorrento. This time is worse. I am smushed again. I think I may turn into a sardine. People are still shouting.
- Arrive back in the hotel. (Stronger Emotional Reaction: I am bruised. I am weary. But I am also content. Maybe I’m the best sardine.
Evening: Pizza back in Sorrento. Bed. Day 4: Relaxing, Packing, Planning to stay
Morning: Slept in
Afternoon: Shopping for souvenirs. (Observation: I really do have a lot of lemon products)
Late Afternoon/Evening: Last dinner. Trying to take in the last moments. Then back to the hotel.
Night: (Stronger Emotional Reaction: This trip was everything I needed. I will miss it.)
Day 5: Goodbye Italy.
- Morning: Wake up, feeling the post-vacation blues settling in. Pack. Check out. Head to the airport. With a suitcase full of memories, a slightly sore behind from all the bus rides, and a yearning for another plate of pasta. Ciao, Italy! Until next time… probably with a better grasp of the Italian language!
Okay, spill the beans. Is the Ascot Hotel in Sorrento *really* as ridiculously fancy as the pictures make it look? I mean, are we talking solid gold taps fancy?
Alright, let’s get real. The pictures are a definite *vibe*. Think less solid gold taps, more... exquisitely crafted, highly polished, and possibly slightly *over-the-top* Italian design, everywhere. (And yes, I may or may not have spent five minutes staring at the showerhead, convinced it was secretly a work of art. It probably was.) But, to answer your question directly, yes. It's a *beautiful* place. It feels like you've stepped into a Fellini film, with more luxurious towels. There’s a certain… *je ne sais quoi* of luxury that pervades the entire place. It’s not ostentatious, it's just... *effortlessly* elegant. Except for maybe the occasional flamboyant floral arrangement. Those are quite the statement, let me tell you.
Sorrento is amazing, but how easy is it to get around from the Ascot? I'm envisioning myself getting lost in a citrus-scented maze.
Okay, the citrus-scented maze is a very real possibility. Sorrento *is* intoxicatingly perfumed. But getting around from the Ascot? Surprisingly easy. It's centrally located. Think a five-minute stumble (okay, maybe ten, depending on how many limoncello shots you've consumed) to the Piazza Tasso, Sorrento's beating heart. From there, you can snag a bus, a taxi, or (my personal favorite) wobble your way down to the harbor. Getting lost is practically mandatory, though. Embrace the wanderlust! I got completely disoriented one day, ended up in a tiny alleyway eating the best *pizza fritta* of my life, and it was pure magic. Don't be afraid to stray from the beaten path. The real Sorrento is hidden in the side streets.
The views! I drool over the pictures of Sorrento. What's the actual view like from the hotel? Is it postcard perfect or more 'that building's in the way?'
Right, the views are crucial. And… they're pretty damn fantastic. The Ascot often boasts views of the Gulf of Naples and Mount Vesuvius. Now, I'm not gonna lie, there are rooms with *slightly* less dramatic panoramas. Ask, *demand*, a room with a view! The sheer *scale* of the view, the colors… it’s breathtaking. Picture this: sipping your morning coffee on your balcony (again, if you have requested that view!), watching the dawn paint the sea, with Vesuvius smoldering in the distance. It *is* postcard perfect. Seriously. I felt like I was living in a travel brochure. Actually, scratch that. I *was* the travel brochure.
The food. Tell me about the food. Is the hotel restaurant itself worth the hype, or should I venture out? (and I *love* to eat)
Oh, the food. This is where things get *really* interesting. The hotel restaurant is… listen, it’s good. Honestly, it's very very good. The breakfast spread is a work of art. But, and it's a *big* but, you're in Sorrento! You're in Italy! You're surrounded by some of the best food on the planet! I'm talking about pasta that melts in your mouth, seafood so fresh it practically swims onto your plate. You absolutely HAVE to venture out. Find a tiny trattoria down a cobbled street, speak badly in Italian, and order whatever the waiter recommends. (Trust me. It's usually amazing. They know what they're doing.) I did that, and some of the food was truly life-altering. Seriously. I still dream about the *linguine alle vongole* I had one night, and my memories are just so clear.
What about the pool? Does the Ascot have a pool? And is it as glamorous as it looks? (I'm a pool person, not gonna lie)
The pool, ah, *the pool*. Yes, the Ascot has a pool. And yes, it is indeed glamorous. Maybe even *more* glamorous than the pictures. It's usually meticulously clean and surrounded by comfy loungers. The service is impeccable. There’s a bar, obviously, for cocktails and the all-important *aperitivo*. But here’s the thing: I’m terrible at relaxing. Like, *horrendously* bad. I start to feel antsy. So, I spent a whole morning by that pool once, determined to just *chill*. I managed about 20 minutes of blissful stillness before the Italian sun made me feel like a lobster, then the anxiety set in. I started overthinking my entire existence! Ultimately, I fled, defeated, in search of a shady cafe. So, the pool is great. Just… maybe bring a book and try not to overthink things, unlike me.
Okay, what's the deal with the staff? Are they snooty, or genuinely friendly and happy to help? (Because that can make or break a holiday)
The staff? That’s a massive deal-breaker, agree. Thankfully, the staff at the Ascot are genuinely lovely. They are professional and efficient, yes, but also warm and welcoming. They're helpful, genuinely attentive. They seem to *enjoy* their jobs, which is refreshing. Not a single hint of snootiness. I remember one morning (I think I'd had a *very* late night involving limoncello) and I was wandering around the breakfast buffet with a huge headache and looking bewildered. The waiter just took one look at me, gently led me to a table, and brought me a strong coffee and a plate of fruit. Simple, but absolutely perfect. That sort of genuine, un-forced kindness? That really elevates the experience.
Is there anything *bad* about this place? Like, hidden fees, noisy neighbors, or a wonky elevator? Spill the tea!
Alright, alright, let’s get to the nitty-gritty. Truthfully? There were a few minor quibbles. The Wi-Fi, occasionally, got a little… patchy. First world problem, I know. And, maybe, just *maybe*, the lift was a bit slow. I'm talking, it’s an older building, you know. But honestly? Nothing that truly spoiled my trip. The biggest ‘problem’ was leaving. Seriously. That was the worst part. And hey, I’m reaching here. I have to try to be honest! Okay, one thing: the cocktails were *delicious*, but a tiny touch pricey. But hey, that's the price of luxury! Nothing is perfect, but the positives definitely outweigh the negatives by a long shot. I might add, it's probably not the place if you're on a *super* tight budget.
Okay, final question: Would you go back? (And would you recommend it to a friend?)
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