Escape to Paradise: Residenza XX Settembre, Maslianico Awaits!

Residenza XX Settembre Maslianico Italy

Escape to Paradise: Residenza XX Settembre, Maslianico Awaits!

Alright, buckle up buttercups, because we're about to dive headfirst into a rambling, honest, absolutely unfiltered review of Escape to Paradise: Residenza XX Settembre, Maslianico Awaits! in Italy. Expect imperfections, opinions, and maybe a few side tangents – just how I like it. And yeah, I'll try to sprinkle those SEO keywords in there, but mostly, I'm here to spill the tea.

First Impressions (and a Little Screaming Inside):

Okay, so the name? Escape to Paradise – a bit much, right? I mean, expectations are SKY HIGH. And Maslianico? Had to Google it. But from the photos, it looked… well, pretty damn dreamy. Spoiler alert: It mostly lives up to the hype.

Accessibility: My Slightly-Less-Than-Agile Self’s Take

Now, I wouldn't say I'm completely graceful. Think "slightly-too-enthusiastic-at-the-buffet-and-tripping-over-your-own-feet" kind of graceful. So, accessibility is a BIG deal for me. And honestly? Escape to Paradise hits some really good notes. The elevator is sparkling clean, and it’s fantastic. They've got facilities for disabled guests, which is a huge plus. This isn't always the case, especially in older European hotels, so I was genuinely thrilled about this. The exterior corridors are all smooth and wide, which is a blessing.

Getting Around: (Mostly) a Breeze

Car Park: Free and on-site? YES, PLEASE. Valet parking is also an option if you're feeling fancy (or just lazy, like me on day two). I did see the car power charging station, which is a plus for eco-conscious travelers.
Airport Transfer: Absolutely available. Saved me from navigating Italian traffic, which, let's be honest, I'd probably fail miserably at.
Taxi Service: Readily available. You know, just in case you accidentally overdo it at the…
Bicycle parking: if you are into bikes, also available to park safely

Rooms: My Lair of Bliss (and Mess)

Wi-Fi [free] in all rooms! Hallelujah! I'm a digital nomad at heart, so this is HUGE. The connection was solid, which is essential when trying to work (or, you know, binge-watch Netflix).
Air conditioning: Essential, especially in summer.
Blackout curtains: Bless those things. Helped me sleep off all those delicious Italian meals.
Bathrobes and Slippers: Small details, big impact. Made me feel like royalty. (Even with the crumbs in my bed from the late-night snack. Shhh, don't tell.)
Coffee/tea maker: Needed caffeine to get going, so I absolutely loved the coffee and tea.
Complimentary tea, Complimentary bottled water, Free bottled water: They know what I want.
Bathroom: Everything worked beautifully. Including a bidet! (After a day or two the bidet became a necessity)
Extras: Desk with laptop workspace, separate shower/bathtub and a window that opens.

The Bathroom Moment: A Tale of Scales and Self-Discovery

Okay, so, Escape to Paradise also gifted me with a scale. Honestly, I'd been avoiding the scale for a while. So I start to feel like I need to make a weight check… It's a bit of a gut punch…but then again, all that pasta was incredible. So I got on the scales. I was devastated. It was a moment of reckoning, you know? I swore I'd start exercising again. Maybe tomorrow.

Cleanliness & Safety: Feeling Safe and Sound

Anti-viral cleaning products – important these days, and made me feel I was in safe hands.
Professional-grade sanitizing services – A huge plus!
Hand sanitizer – Every where
Rooms sanitized between stays – Check!
Staff trained in safety protocol – They all wore masks, and I felt safe.
Security [24-hour]: Constant presence, which is comforting.
CCTV in common areas – A welcome addition. It contributes to a sense of safety.
Fire extinguisher, Smoke alarms: Well, yeah, obviously.

Dining: This is Where I Really Got Into Trouble (In a Good Way)

Okay, let's talk food. Because honestly, that's like, 80% of the reason I travel. And Escape to Paradise delivers. Hard.

Restaurants: Plural, people! Options!
Breakfast [buffet]: Oh, the breakfast buffet! I was in Italian heaven, there are endless choices. The pastries were divine, the espresso was strong, and the fresh fruit was a daily necessity.
Breakfast in Room: for those days when you just want to be lazy.
Restaurants for dinner: you have several, for different moods.
A la carte in restaurant: So many choices.
Western cuisine in restaurant: Absolutely divine.
Asian cuisine in restaurant: I didn't try it, but the option is there.
Poolside bar: If you're anything like me, margaritas poolside are essential.
Snack bar: Convenient for those between-meal cravings.
Room service [24-hour]: Pure bliss. Pizza at 2 AM? Absolutely.
Alternative meal arrangement: I had no dietary restrictions, but I appreciate the option being there.
Breakfast takeaway service: Great for early morning excursions.
Sanitized kitchen and tableware items: Comforting, and necessary.
Daily disinfection in common areas - The cleanliness was impeccable, which made me feel safe.
Safe dining setup: Tables spaced out, which is important.
Cashless payment service: Super convenient.

Spa, Pool & Ways to Relax: My Personal Paradise Found

This is where Escape to Paradise truly shines.

Swimming pool [outdoor]: Breathtaking! The views alone are worth the price of admission.
Pool with view: Yes, it is breathtaking. Think of it as your own personal infinity pool.
Sauna, Spa, Spa/sauna, Steamroom: All available.
Fitness center, Gym/fitness: if you feel like you should work all that food off, you have a place to do it.
Massage, Body scrub, Body wrap: I had a massage. It was transcendental. I was already relaxed, but that took it to another level.
Foot bath: I did not try it, but it sounds interesting!

Things to Do & Services & Conveniences (The Extras That Matter)

Concierge: Super helpful with recommendations and bookings.
Cash withdrawal: Very useful
Laundry service & Dry cleaning: Essential for a longer stay.
Daily housekeeping: The room always felt fresh and clean.
Luggage storage: They held my bags before check-in and after check-out.
Facilities for disabled guests - A good addition.

The Quirks & Imperfections (Because Nothing's Perfect… Or Is It?)

Okay, so, here's the thing. Nothing is truly perfect. And Escape to Paradise isn't an exception.

The Location: I'd have preferred being right in a bustling city center, but Maslianico is secluded which gives it charm.
The Price: It's not the cheapest option, but consider what you are getting. Worth it.

Overall Impression: Worthy of the Name?

Honestly? Yeah. Escape to Paradise: Residenza XX Settembre, Maslianico Awaits! mostly lives up to its name. It's a beautiful, relaxing, well-equipped hotel with incredible food and a truly amazing spa. The accessibility is a massive plus, and the staff is friendly and helpful. Yes, it has a few minor quirks, but the good far outweighs the bad.

My Final Verdict:

I'd go back in a heartbeat. It's the perfect spot for a romantic getaway, a solo retreat, or just a much-needed escape from the everyday grind.

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Sipping Aperol spritzes by the stunning outdoor pool, soaking up the sun and the breathtaking views.
Indulging in a massage at the spa, letting all your stress melt away.
Feasting on delicious Italian cuisine – from the breakfast buffet to the late-night pizza.
Waking up feeling refreshed and revitalized, ready to explore the charming surroundings.

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Residenza XX Settembre Maslianico Italy

Okay, buckle up, buttercup. Because this isn't your meticulously planned, robotically-perfect travel itinerary. This is a messy, honest, and hopefully hilarious account of my trip to Residenza XX Settembre Maslianico, Italy. Prepare for detours, gelato-induced existential crises, and a whole lotta mamma mia!

Day 1: Arrival and Italian Delirium (aka, Jet Lag Wins Again)

Morning (ish – let's be honest, it was more like early afternoon): Landed in Milan. The airport? Chaos. Beautiful, glorious, Italian chaos. Found my luggage (miracle!), wrestled with the rental car (Italian roads are not for the faint of heart), and somehow, somehow, navigated my way to Maslianico. I half expected a Roman centurion to jump out at any second.
Afternoon: Reached Residenza XX Settembre. Gorgeous. Seriously. Like, postcard-worthy gorgeous. Checked in, got the keys (a massive medieval-looking thing!), and realized… I was alone. Deep breath. Unpacked. My phone died. Ah. Perfect.
Early Evening: Wandered into town, utterly useless in my Italian. Found a tiny pasticceria (bakery/pastry shop). Ordered a croissant. The woman behind the counter, bless her heart, gave me the look. The "you-are-a-clueless-tourist" look. Loved it. The croissant? Divine. Ate another, just because. Then, the jet lag hit. Hard. Passed out on the couch. Woke up disoriented, convinced I’d dreamt the entire bakery experience.
Night: Ate some questionable pre-packaged pasta. Regretted it. Tried to watch Italian television but fell asleep again. My first impression: Italy is beautiful, and I am exhausted.

Day 2: The Lake Como Illusion (and a Gelato Revelation!)

Morning: Dragged myself out of bed, the jet lag having decided to become a permanent resident. Decided to tackle Lake Como. Because, you know, reasons. Drove (nervously) the scenic route. The scenery? Unbelievable. The driving? Terrifying. At one point I thought I was going to become one with the side of the mountain.
Late Morning/Early Afternoon: Reached Bellagio (the "Pearl of Lake Como"). Sigh. It's stunning. Like, impossibly perfect. Spent way too long taking photos (because, Instagram). The water sparkled. The buildings were pastel-colored. I wanted to live there. Immediately.
- The Imperfection: Lost my sunglasses. Obviously.
Afternoon: Found a gelato shop. The gelato shop. (I swear, every shop in Italy claims to be the one.) This one, though… changed my life. It was pistachio. Creamy, nutty, heavenly. I ate two scoops. Then, a third. I actually started crying. Not because I was sad, but because I was overwhelmed by the sheer deliciousness of it all. My brain just short-circuited.
- Anecdote: I overheard a couple arguing in Italian (loudly). Then they started laughing. Italians, man.
Evening: Drove back to Maslianico, feeling a little less lost, a little less jet-lagged, and a whole lot more gelato-fied. Ordered pizza. Ate the whole thing. Regret? Zero.

Day 3: Maslianico Maneuvers (and the Coffee Cliffhanger)

Morning: Decided to actually explore Maslianico. Found a tiny grocery store where, despite my utter lack of Italian, managed to buy some delicious cheese and bread. I'm pretty sure the woman in the bakery thinks I am absolutely crazy.
Late Morning: Found a tiny cafe. Ordered a cappuccino. Waited. And waited. The barista, a middle-aged man with a perpetually amused expression, finally brought it. And it was… perfect. Like, peak-definition perfect. The coffee was rich and strong. The foam, fluffy and cloud-like. This is why I came here.
- The Emotional Rollercoaster: The joy that morning was immense. This might seem a little ridiculous, but at that point it had been difficult just to get myself to leave the hotel room.
Afternoon: Wandered around town. Got hopelessly lost. But found a church. And a fountain (the kind you see in movies). The town square, it turned out, was exactly what I needed.
Evening: Decided to try and make pasta. This did not go well. Burned the garlic. Overcooked the pasta. The sauce tasted like something I found in the back of my fridge. Gave up. Ordered pizza again.

Day 4: Como Revisited (and the Boat Disaster)

Morning: Back to Lake Como. Because, you know, I'm a glutton for punishment and scenic views.
Late Morning: Decided to take a boat tour. Thought it'd be a relaxing experience. It wasn’t. The boat was overcrowded. The guide spoke a mile a minute in Italian (naturally). The waves were choppy. I got seasick. Miserable.
- The Quirky Observation: I noticed a tiny dog, wearing a life jacket, looking utterly unimpressed by the whole ordeal. The dog won. I lost.
Afternoon: Dragged myself off the boat, green around the gills. Found another gelato shop. Needed to cleanse my palette. This time, it was hazelnut. Much better.
- The Opinionated Commentary: Boat tours: Overrated. Gelato: Essential.
Evening: Drove back to Maslianico. Vowed never to go on a boat again. Ate some more cheese and bread (at least I was good at something.)

Day 5: Departure (and the Sadness of Leaving)

Morning: Packed my bags. Looked around my little apartment. The place had already started to feel like home. Felt a pang of sadness. This whole trip was messy, and at times it didn’t make sense. And despite all that…
Late Morning: Had one last cappuccino. Went back to the same cafe where I had my first one. The barista smiled. Maybe he didn’t think I was so crazy after all.
Afternoon: Drove back to Milan, the Italian roads testing my sanity one last time. Returned the rental car (miraculous). Boarded the plane.
- The Strong Emotional Reaction: I cried a little as the plane took off. Not because I missed home. But because I was leaving Italy. Leaving behind the chaos, the beauty, the gelato, and the feeling that, for a little while, I belonged. Italy, you beautiful, maddening place, I’ll be back. Eventually.

So there you have it. My incredibly messy, wonderfully human, and utterly honest account of Residenza XX Settembre Maslianico. And if you’re planning a trip? Pack light. Bring comfortable shoes. And for God’s sake, eat the gelato. You won’t regret it. Just… maybe skip the boat.

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