Escape to Paradise: Adults-Only Glamping in Tuscany's Hidden Gem
Escape to Paradise: Tuscany's Glamping Gem - Or Why I Almost Missed My Flight for the Perfect Massage
Okay, buckle up buttercups (that's what they'd say in this Tuscan paradise, I swear!), because I'm about to spill the vino on Escape to Paradise. This isn't your grandma's glamping experience (unless grandma is super hip and into, you know, luxury). We're talking adults-only, tucked away in a "hidden gem" in Tuscany, and let me tell you, hidden is an understatement. I almost missed my flight home because I just. Didn't. Want. To. Leave.
Let's break this down alphabetically (because, you know, travel bloggers… we love lists, even messy, rambling ones!).
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Accessibility: Honestly, I didn't delve too deeply into the accessibility aspect, but they do have facilities for disabled guests. They have an elevator which is a huge plus for accessing all areas. I spotted ramps and generally a considerate design. It gave me a good feeling. I would verify this with a call.
Available in All Rooms (and more):
- Additional Toilet: I mean, a lifesaver, especially after all the Prosecco.
- Air Conditioning: Essential. Tuscany in summer? Hot. Trust me.
- Alarm Clock: Thank goodness! Though, honestly, after a few days, I just naturally woke up to the birds and the sunshine. Damn, I miss that.
- Bathrobes: Very important for post-spa languishing.
- Bathroom Phone: Okay, maybe a little too luxurious, but hey, who am I to judge?
- Bathtub: My room had a gorgeous freestanding tub and just the thought of filling it up after a long day of walking and exploring, got me excited.
- Blackout Curtains: Crucial for those midday naps (or late-night movie binges).
- Closet: Plenty of space for all my (over) packing.
- Coffee/Tea Maker: Yes! And a good one. I'm not talking instant sludge.
- Complimentary Tea: See above. Also, biscuits!
- Daily Housekeeping: The staff are amazing, so friendly and always smiling and the room being well-maintained is a big plus, it made my stay much better.
- Desk: I had to get some work done, and it was a surprisingly lovely workspace.
- Extra Long Bed: Bliss. I'm tall, so this was a real win for me.
- Free Bottled Water: Hydration is key when you're bouncing between the pool and the bar.
- Hair Dryer: No wet-hair disasters.
- High Floor: My room had an unbelievable view.
- In-room Safe Box: Peace of mind for your valuables.
- Interconnecting Room(s) Available: Great if you're with a group (or a particularly large family… in which case, maybe consider the "adults-only" part carefully!).
- Internet access – LAN, Internet access – wireless: YES! And it's good!
- Ironing Facilities: Because wrinkles.
- Laptop Workspace: Comfortable and convenient.
- Linens: Luxurious. Everything felt so premium to touch.
- Mini bar: stocked up with goodies, of course.
- Mirror: For checking yourself out (ahem).
- Non-smoking: A given, I think.
- On-demand movies: Perfect for those "I just want to veg" nights.
- Private Bathroom: Essential.
- Reading light: For those nights when you’re finally able to relax.
- Refrigerator: Useful for keeping your wine chilled.
- Safety/security feature: They make sure you are safe during your stay.
- Satellite/cable channels: Variety is the spice of life, right?
- Scale: (Looks away in shame)
- Seating area: A lovely little spot to chill.
- Separate shower/bathtub: Another luxury to enjoy.
- Shower: Strong water pressure!
- Slippers: Ah, the feeling of slipping into slippers after a long day…
- Smoke detector: Safety first!
- Socket near the bed: So smart.
- Sofa: Comfy for lounging.
- Soundproofing: Necessary for a peaceful night's sleep.
- Telephone: You know, for calling room service.
- Toiletries: Nice ones.
- Towels: Fluffy and plentiful.
- Umbrella: (Just in case).
- Visual alarm: It’s like a standard.
- Wake-up service: Useful for early-morning spa appointments.
- Wi-Fi [free]: Praise be!
- Window that opens: Fresh air is a must.
Anti-viral cleaning products/Cleanliness and safety: Okay, I'm a little paranoid about germs, and I was incredibly impressed. They're clearly taking hygiene seriously. Lots of hand sanitizer, daily disinfection, and staff wearing masks. Made me feel safe and like it was a well-maintained place.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking:
- A la carte in restaurant: Delicious options!
- Alternative meal arrangement: The staff is incredibly accommodating of dietary restrictions and requests.
- Asian breakfast: Surprising and delightful.
- Asian cuisine in restaurant: Not something I was expecting in Tuscany, but I'm not complaining!
- Bar: Excellent cocktails. Excellent.
- Bottle of water: Yay, hydration!
- Breakfast [buffet]: The buffet was the best I've seen in the world.
- Breakfast service: In-room breakfast – YES PLEASE!
- Buffet in restaurant: Good food with good food.
- Coffee/tea in restaurant, Coffee shop: Essential for the mornings.
- Desserts in restaurant: Heaven on a plate.
- Happy hour: Need I say more?
- International cuisine in restaurant: Diversity is the spice of life!
- Poolside bar: Perfection.
- Restaurants: Several options.
- Room service [24-hour]: Because sometimes you just don't want to leave your robe.
- Salad in restaurant: Good for balancing the pasta intake.
- Snack bar, Soup in restaurant: Convenient for poolside lounging.
- Vegetarian restaurant, Western breakfast, Western cuisine in restaurant: Something for everyone.
Important Experience Highlight: The Massage!
Okay, let's talk about the spa. Specifically, let's talk about the massage. It was so good, I almost missed my flight. Seriously. It's like they have some kind of Tuscan magic in the massage oils. My shoulders, usually hunched from staring at a laptop, melted away. I swear I could feel the tension just evaporate. The masseuse was incredibly skilled; she seemed to know exactly where every knot was. It was pure bliss. I was so relaxed, I was late for my airport transfer! I was so ready to get back to my room and just keep relaxing, and that's what I did.
For the Kids: Nope. Adults-only, remember? Which is part of the beauty of it. Total peace. Total quiet. Total bliss (unless your idea of bliss involves screaming children, in which case, you're in the wrong place).
Getting Around:
- Airport transfer: They arrange it. Easy peasy.
- Bicycle parking: Great for exploring the area, if you're so inclined (I was more inclined to lie by the pool, personally).
- Car park [free of charge], Car park [on-site]: Super convenient.
- Taxi service, Valet parking: They've got you covered.
Internet: Free Wi-Fi, and it actually works! I could upload my Instagram stories (because, priorities).
On-site accessible restaurants / lounges: Not fully explored but there is a lounge area, and restaurants with different seating arrangements.
Rooms sanitized between stays: They seem to be meticulous.
Services and Conveniences: Pretty much everything you could want. Daily housekeeping, concierge, dry cleaning, laundry service, etc. They really spoil you.
Spa/Sauna (and the Rest of the Relaxation Zone):
- Body scrub, Body wrap: Pamper yourself, you deserve it.
- Fitness center, Gym/fitness: For those who feel guilty about all the pasta (not me).
- Foot bath: Yes, please!
- Massage: (See above. Seriously. Book a massage.)
- Pool with view, Swimming pool, Swimming pool [outdoor]: Stunning views, perfect for
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your grandma's meticulously planned itinerary. This is life, Italy-style, probably involving Aperol spritzes and questionable decisions… and it's all happening at Be Vedetta - Relais & Glamping - Adult Only in Scarlino.
Subject: OMG ITALY! (And How I'm Probably Going to Screw it Up)
Day 1: Arrival & Delirious Expectations (aka, the honeymoon period)
- Morning (or, what I think will be morning): Arrive at Florence Airport (FLR). The plan? Smooth as silk. Reality? Probably a frantic search for the rental car, which I've already named "Vespa-Wannabe." Pray it's not some tiny, lemon-yellow death trap. My Italian is currently limited to "Ciao!" and "Grazie!" Wish me luck.
- Mid-Day: The drive to Scarlino. Picturesque views, I'm told. Hope I don't spend the entire time white-knuckling the steering wheel, convinced I'm about to plummet down a cliff. I'm anticipating glorious landscapes, those cypress trees everywhere, the sun on my face… I’m thinking it will be like a movie. If I can only find my way.
- Late Afternoon/Early Evening: Arrival and the Glamp-Life! Check-in to Be Vedetta. Fingers crossed it's as stunning as the photos. I'm envisioning myself lounging on a ridiculously comfortable daybed, sipping Prosecco, and judging everyone else's bad packing choices. Oh, and the view? Supposed to be killer. If it's not, someone's getting a strongly worded email.
- Impression: "OMG, this place is actually real. I hope the pictures are real."
- Evening: Dinner at the Relais. A romantic dinner, perfect lighting, the works. I hope. I need to find a good outfit from my luggage. I'm picturing myself getting lost in the moment. I can't wait to taste the food. I hope they have pasta. I. Need. Pasta.
Day 2: Beach Day and Existential Dread (aka, the reality starts to creep in)
- Morning: A leisurely breakfast. Or, a frantic race to the breakfast buffet before all the good stuff is gone. Coffee, strong, please. And, hopefully, REAL croissants. No dry, cardboard imitations.
- Late Morning/Early Afternoon: Beach Bliss (hopefully). Driving to a nearby beach (Castiglione della Pescaia, maybe?). The plan is to soak up the sun, swim in the ridiculously blue sea, and pretend I'm a glamorous movie star. Reality? Probably sunburn, sand in places it shouldn't be, and a near-drowning experience thanks to a rogue wave. But still beautiful. I hope.
- Anecdote: Last time I tried to "swim gracefully" in the ocean I ended up tangled in seaweed and shrieking like a banshee. Let's see if I can do better this time.
- Afternoon/Evening: Back to Be Vedetta & Glamping. Time to enjoy the amenities (the pool, the spa). And maybe take a nap. Or just hide in my glamping tent and contemplate the meaning of life. Or, you know, just scroll through Instagram.
- Quirky Observation: I wonder if the "adults only" thing means there will be fewer screaming children. Please, God, let it be so. I can't hear another high-pitched whimper of a toddler!
- Emotional Reaction: Sunscreen is essential. I'm not going to be pink like a lobster this time.
- Dinner: Explore the local restaurants around Scarlino. Hopefully, I can find a family-run trattoria.
Day 3: Exploring & Pasta Pilgrimage (aka, the carb coma begins)
- Morning: Day trip to a charming hilltop town. San Gimignano, maybe? Famous for its towers. And, yes, I will climb one. I will conquer it. I will take a picture. Or, potentially, get stuck halfway up, panicking about my lack of fitness. But I'm going to try!
- Messy Structure: Ok, so, I've heard some great views. I have to find the best gelato place there. This is important.
- Afternoon: The pasta pilgrimage. The only thing matters is pasta. I am searching for the best pasta. I am going to eat all the pasta.
- Rambling Section: I've heard there's a place in a small town further inland that makes their own. Their own pasta. Fresh, handmade, with sauces that make angels weep. I will find it. I must. I'm already dreaming of the creamy, cheesy, tomato-y goodness. This is, without a doubt, the reason I came to Italy. Pasta. (See? I told you I like pasta!)
- Evening: Back to Be Vedetta. Enjoy the stunning view.
Day 4: Wine Tasting & Melodrama (aka, the "I'm basically Italian now" phase)
- Morning: Wine tasting! Because, duh. Tuscan wine, glorious Tuscan wine. I don't know anything about wine, but I'm confident I can fake it. Plus, if I drink enough, maybe I'll start speaking fluent Italian.
- Opinionated Language: I'm expecting the wines to be spectacular, full-bodied, and absolutely delicious. If the wine is bad, I will complain. Loudly.
- Afternoon: Relaxing. Maybe the pool again. Or, you know, just sit and stare at the view. I'm going to act like this is normal life.
- Evening:
- Stronger Emotional Reactions: I need to have a moment. A real, melodramatic, throw-your-hands-in-the-air-and-exclaim-about-the-beauty-of-life moment. If I don't, have I even been to Italy? (Probably not.)
- Natural Pacing: Just… let the evening happen.
Day 5: Departure & Heartbreak (aka, the "don't make me go home" phase)
- Morning: One last, lingering breakfast. One last look at that view. One last tearful goodbye to the glamping tent. And, ugh, the dreaded packing.
- Anecdote: I'm pretty sure I'll be over my baggage allowance for the flight home. Because souvenirs. And because apparently, I need everything I've packed.
- Afternoon: Drive back to Florence airport. The drive home.
- Emotional Reaction: I'm not ready to go. Seriously. I'm going to miss this place. I'll miss everything. This is my life.
- Evening: Fly home. Probably already planning my return. Because, Italy. And pasta. And possibly more wine. And I'm gonna learn Italian this time. I swear.
P.S. - The Realest Thing I’m Feeling: I'm going to miss this. The beauty, the food, the people. I am so worried that I'm going to love it so much that it's going to make my normal life boring. I love the world, and I feel at peace. I can't wait, and I'm terrified. Wish me luck.
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Okay, spill. Is "Escape to Paradise" *actually* paradise? Or is it just…nice?
Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because "nice" is *so* understating it. It's like…imagine a place where the Instagram filter is *real life*. Seriously. Before I went, I was side-eyeing the whole "adults-only glamping" thing. Sounded a little pretentious, you know? Like, are we really gonna rough it with infinity pools? But then…I got there. And my jaw, legitimately, *dropped*.
The views? Forget about it. Rolling hills, vineyards stretching as far as the eye can see…the sunsets? Oh, the sunsets. I actually had to *apologize* to the sun for thinking it couldn't outdo itself every evening. It's a proper "pinch-me-I'm-dreaming" situation. HOWEVER…and this is important…it's not perfect. And thank god for that.
One morning, I woke up convinced a whole family of some kind of noisy-ass birds had moved into the roof of my tent. Loud, persistent… made me want to hurl a pillow. But then, as I stumbled out (still half asleep) I saw the sunrise. And the birds…welcomed the day like they were just as excited as I was. So it was imperfect, yes, but that was beautiful.
So, is it paradise? Close enough that you’ll seriously consider selling everything and becoming a permanent resident of a bell tent.
The views? Forget about it. Rolling hills, vineyards stretching as far as the eye can see…the sunsets? Oh, the sunsets. I actually had to *apologize* to the sun for thinking it couldn't outdo itself every evening. It's a proper "pinch-me-I'm-dreaming" situation. HOWEVER…and this is important…it's not perfect. And thank god for that.
One morning, I woke up convinced a whole family of some kind of noisy-ass birds had moved into the roof of my tent. Loud, persistent… made me want to hurl a pillow. But then, as I stumbled out (still half asleep) I saw the sunrise. And the birds…welcomed the day like they were just as excited as I was. So it was imperfect, yes, but that was beautiful.
So, is it paradise? Close enough that you’ll seriously consider selling everything and becoming a permanent resident of a bell tent.
The "Adults-Only" thing…is it worth the hype? I'm used to screaming kids, you know?
Look, I love kids. Really, I do. But…sometimes…you just want to eat your pasta in peace, without the constant threat of a flying meatball. The adults-only aspect? Utterly, blissfully, fantastic. Seriously. It's like a collective exhale. At least, for me.
You can actually hear yourself think, which is a luxury, right? No high-pitched shrieks during your morning coffee. No mini-tornadoes tearing through the communal areas. Just…adults, relaxing, enjoying themselves. The atmosphere is mellow; everyone is there to unwind.
I chatted to a couple who’d been married for 25 years, and they'd planned their entire trip *just* to escape the family drama. I totally got it. We laughed about it, over Aperol spritzes. It's a judgement-free zone of relaxation. A lot of people come from real, stressful lives. It was great to see so many people be able to just...be.
You can actually hear yourself think, which is a luxury, right? No high-pitched shrieks during your morning coffee. No mini-tornadoes tearing through the communal areas. Just…adults, relaxing, enjoying themselves. The atmosphere is mellow; everyone is there to unwind.
I chatted to a couple who’d been married for 25 years, and they'd planned their entire trip *just* to escape the family drama. I totally got it. We laughed about it, over Aperol spritzes. It's a judgement-free zone of relaxation. A lot of people come from real, stressful lives. It was great to see so many people be able to just...be.
Tell me about this "glamping" situation. Is it actually glamorous? Am I gonna be sleeping on a lumpy floor?
Alright, let's clear up some things. "Glamping" is…well, it's a fancy word for camping that doesn't involve the usual pain in the butt stuff. Like, you’re staying in a really luxurious tent, not a damp, leaky plastic contraption from the back of your dad's garage.
The tents at Escape to Paradise are *amazing*. Think proper beds (I'm talking *real* mattresses, people!), with fluffy duvets. Think elegant furniture, and thoughtful touches – like a damn *lamp*! I'm obsessed with lighting. And bathrooms. The bathrooms were surprisingly…clean. And not just "clean" like, "okay, it's not covered in bugs". Like, "clean" as in, beautiful, stylish, and with hot water!
I’m a total wimp, and I was honestly expecting to be miserable in some way. Cold, hungry, covered in dirt… None of that happened. It's like, a super posh hotel, but you're surrounded by nature. It's a win-win. My one niggle? The lack of proper air conditioning. It got a bit toasty one afternoon. But, let's be honest, even that had a certain charm. I got to sit on my porch, watching the sunset, feeling the breeze, and feeling like I was living my best life.
The tents at Escape to Paradise are *amazing*. Think proper beds (I'm talking *real* mattresses, people!), with fluffy duvets. Think elegant furniture, and thoughtful touches – like a damn *lamp*! I'm obsessed with lighting. And bathrooms. The bathrooms were surprisingly…clean. And not just "clean" like, "okay, it's not covered in bugs". Like, "clean" as in, beautiful, stylish, and with hot water!
I’m a total wimp, and I was honestly expecting to be miserable in some way. Cold, hungry, covered in dirt… None of that happened. It's like, a super posh hotel, but you're surrounded by nature. It's a win-win. My one niggle? The lack of proper air conditioning. It got a bit toasty one afternoon. But, let's be honest, even that had a certain charm. I got to sit on my porch, watching the sunset, feeling the breeze, and feeling like I was living my best life.
Food! What’s the food like? Because if it’s all granola and kale smoothies…I’m out.
Listen, if you're a foodie, you're in heaven. Forget the granola and kale. (Okay, there *was* granola, but it was gourmet granola, okay? With like, candied ginger and stuff…)
The food is seriously AMAZING. Fresh, local Tuscan ingredients. Homemade pasta. Glorious, rich sauces. Incredible steaks. And the wine? Oh. My. God. The wine. I basically spent the whole trip giggling, fuelled by sunshine and Chianti.
Seriously, every meal was a feast. And the best part? They cater to dietary restrictions. I'm a vegetarian, and I ate like a queen. Delicious, inventive vegetarian dishes. Honestly, I packed on about five pounds, and I do not regret one single bite. Every single morsel. Worth it.
The food is seriously AMAZING. Fresh, local Tuscan ingredients. Homemade pasta. Glorious, rich sauces. Incredible steaks. And the wine? Oh. My. God. The wine. I basically spent the whole trip giggling, fuelled by sunshine and Chianti.
Seriously, every meal was a feast. And the best part? They cater to dietary restrictions. I'm a vegetarian, and I ate like a queen. Delicious, inventive vegetarian dishes. Honestly, I packed on about five pounds, and I do not regret one single bite. Every single morsel. Worth it.
Activities? What is there to *do* besides, you know, exist?
Good question! While existing is a perfectly valid option, and I took full advantage of it, there are plenty of activities. Honestly, you can be as active or as lazy as you want.
There’s yoga (which I tried, and then fell asleep during…oops), cooking classes, wine tasting (obviously!), hiking, and bike rides through the stunning countryside. You can even arrange tours of nearby towns and vineyards.
I got completely obsessed with the wine tasting. One minute, I was there with the other guests, nodding sagely, pretending to know about tannins and bouquets. The next, I was laughing hysterically with a bunch of strangers, trying to pronounce "Sangiovese". Worth it. It’s all so… easygoing. No pressure. Just pure enjoyment.
There’s yoga (which I tried, and then fell asleep during…oops), cooking classes, wine tasting (obviously!), hiking, and bike rides through the stunning countryside. You can even arrange tours of nearby towns and vineyards.
I got completely obsessed with the wine tasting. One minute, I was there with the other guests, nodding sagely, pretending to know about tannins and bouquets. The next, I was laughing hysterically with a bunch of strangers, trying to pronounce "Sangiovese". Worth it. It’s all so… easygoing. No pressure. Just pure enjoyment.
Is it romantic? Like, is it a good place for a couples getaway?
Oh. My. God. Yes. Is it romantic? It’s *dripping* with romance. Even if you're not with your other half, you might just fall in love with Tuscany itself. (I nearly did.)
Imagine: candlelit dinners, under the stars. Cozy moments around a crackling fire. Stunning sunsets to share. And the sheer peacefulness just lends itself to connecting.
I saw several couples looking absolutely smitten. One couple was celebrating their anniversary, and the husband had arranged a private picnic in the vineyards. (Cue my envy.) I overheard another couple who clearly loved each other. All lovey dovey and adorable. I could feel my single-ness increasing.
It's the kind of place where you can reconnect with your partner, away from the distractions of everyday life. Or, you know, where you can just…be really, really happy on your own. (Which I was, too.)
Imagine: candlelit dinners, under the stars. Cozy moments around a crackling fire. Stunning sunsets to share. And the sheer peacefulness just lends itself to connecting.
I saw several couples looking absolutely smitten. One couple was celebrating their anniversary, and the husband had arranged a private picnic in the vineyards. (Cue my envy.) I overheard another couple who clearly loved each other. All lovey dovey and adorable. I could feel my single-ness increasing.
It's the kind of place where you can reconnect with your partner, away from the distractions of everyday life. Or, you know, where you can just…be really, really happy on your own. (Which I was, too.)
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