- Luxury Tetouan Apartment: Unbelievable Ocean Views!
- Luxury Tetouan Apartment: Unbelievable Ocean Views! - A Rambling, Honest Review
- Luxury Tetouan Apartment: Unbelievable Ocean Views! - Let's Get Real, Shall We?
- 1. Okay, the "Unbelievable Ocean Views!" - Is it *really* that good, or is it just marketing spiel? And what if it's, like, raining sideways?
- 2. "Luxury" apartment - what does that *actually* mean? No bedbugs, hopefully? And will I need to sell a kidney to afford it?
- 3. Tetouan! Is it all just bustling markets and confusing alleyways? What if I get hopelessly lost… and hungry?
- 4. The kitchen – can I actually *cook*? Or is it just a pretty ornament? Because I’m a terrible cook and don't want to burn the place down.
- 5. Okay, so the ocean views are amazing, the apartment is luxurious, but what about the… little things? Like, are there enough power outlets? And is the Wi-Fi actually usable, or a cruel, buffering joke?
- 6. Tell me about the noise. I need my sleep. Are you getting woken up by donkeys and call-to-prayer every morning?
Luxury Tetouan Apartment: Unbelievable Ocean Views!
Luxury Tetouan Apartment: Unbelievable Ocean Views! - A Rambling, Honest Review
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because you're about to get the real deal on this "Luxury Tetouan Apartment: Unbelievable Ocean Views!" We're talking warts and all, no sugarcoating here. I'm a traveler, not a travel agent, and I've got a feeling this place is a bit of a rollercoaster. Let's see if it's a fun ride or one of those gut-wrenching ones.
First Impressions - The Ocean View (and Altitude Sickness?)
Okay, let's be real. The unbelievable ocean views are… well, they're actually unbelievable. Holy moly. Seriously, the photos don't do it justice. You’re basically suspended in the sky, staring out at the shimmering blue expanse. Just… wow. It's the kind of view that makes your jaw drop and your breath catch. I think I almost got mild altitude sickness just from the sheer magnificence of it all. Dramatic? Maybe. Accurate? Absolutely.
Accessibility - Did Someone Actually Think About This?
This is HUGE for me, as I'm reviewing a place with "Facilities for disabled guests" listed. Accessibility is something I always look for. (And yes, it's listed as having a "Wheelchair accessible" aspect, so there's hope!)
Accessibility Review: Okay, so the elevator is present, which is a massive win. It's a proper lift, not one of those tiny things they cram into old buildings. I've seen some proper stairs. And ramps are also here, not everywhere, but at a few points.
- Potential improvements: While the accessibility checklist shows some good things, sometimes these "facilities" can be poorly implemented. For sure, there is a lot of room for improvements.
The Apartment Itself - Luxury? Debatable. Comfortable? Mostly, Yes.
So, here we go.
Things I LOVED: The bed was so comfy! And the air conditioning? Bless. It's a godsend when you're baking in the Moroccan sun all day. Plus, the complimentary tea and bottled water were a nice touch. The space itself is massive – loads of room to spread out. It has a laptop workspace.
Things That Made Me Scratch My Head: Okay, "luxury" maybe needs a little redefinition here. The decor… was interesting. Let's call it "eclectic" and leave it at that. The soundproofing wasn’t the greatest, so you could definitely hear the local cats having their nightly opera (meow!).
Room Sanitization Opt-Out? No pressure during COVID, the option to decide if they enter the room!
The Spa, the Pool, and the Quest for Bliss (and Maybe a Good Massage).
Ahhh, the spa! And the pool with a view… This is where things get really interesting. I'm a sucker for a good spa day.
The Pool with a View: The pool is stunning. Stunning! Floating in that water, gazing out at the ocean – pure bliss. There's a poolside bar too.
Spa/Sauna/Steamroom: The sauna and steamroom were pretty darn good. The steamroom smelled faintly of eucalyptus, which is always a win in my book. The spa itself, however, that's where things got a bit… complicated.
Massage Madness: I booked a massage! Excitement was building. I was picturing myself melting into a puddle of relaxation. The experience was… well, let's just say it was memorable. The masseuse was clearly trying her best, but let's just say the technique needed some… refining. More like a vigorous rubdown. Maybe my expectations were too high, but I was expecting a bit more finesse.
- Emotional Reaction: I was initially mildly disappointed, quickly progressing into a fit of giggles. How many massages have I had in my life? How many were… this?
Body Treatments: There are also body scrubs and wraps!
Food, Glorious Food (and the Occasional Hangry Episode).
Look, I live to eat. And Morocco is a food lover's paradise.
Restaurants: There's a restaurant on-site, that offers an "A la carte menu".
Breakfast: They serve Breakfast, so you can start every day with a meal.
Food Options: They have Asian meals.
Food Issues: My biggest gripe was that the selection was a bit limited at certain times. Thankfully, the coffee was good!
Services and Conveniences - A Mixed Bag.
- Concierge: I could use some help.
- Check-in/out: They also have "Contactless check-in/out".
- Laundry Service: Thank goodness!
- Daily Housekeeping: I have a problem of doing it myself.
Safety and Security - Feeling Secureish?
- Security is here! CCTV cameras are mounted throughout the property.
For the Kids and Family – A Few Thoughts
The hotel is considered "Family/child friendly".
- Kids Facilities: They also list "Kids facilities".
Getting Around – The Shifting Sands of Transport
- Car park: Car park [free of charge]. You can park your car on the premises.
- Airport transfer: They also offer airport transfer.
- Taxi service: You can hire a taxi.
The Final Verdict - Worth It? (Maybe, With Caveats)
Overall, is this apartment worth it? Yes, definitely for that ocean view alone. It's magical. The accessibility is a huge plus. The spa experience may be a gamble, but hey, adventures are good, right? Just don't go in expecting Michelin-star luxury. Go in expecting a charming stay, a spectacular view, and a place to relax and enjoy the beauty of Tetouan.
My Recommendation: Book it. But maybe bring your own massage therapist (kidding… mostly!) and be prepared to roll with the punches. Morocco is an adventure, and this place is a good starting point.
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Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because we're about to dive headfirst into the chaotic, beautiful symphony that is my trip to Appartement De Luxe A Wilaya De Tetouan, Tetouan, Morocco. Let's be clear, "De Luxe" is a strong claim… but hey, I'm here for the adventure, the tagine, and the inevitable jet lag that will turn me into a grumpy, sleep-deprived philosopher.
Day 1: Arrival and the Great Tetouan Orientation (or, "Lost in Translation and Loving It")
- 7:00 AM (ish): Wake up in London, feeling like a damp rag. Flights are never a smooth experience. Just the thought of squeezing myself into a tiny airplane seat for 3 hours makes me wanna cry.
- 10:00 AM (ish): Flight takes off, full of nervous travelers and the distinct smell of reheated airplane food. Settle in, read a book, and try to ignore the guy next to me who keeps loudly chewing gum. Like, dude, close your mouth!
- 1:00 PM (Tetouan Time, which I assume is whenever the sun says so): Arrive in Tetouan. Jet lag already kicking in. The airport looks like a bustling bazaar. Everything felt chaotic and beautiful at the same time.
- 1:30 PM: Taxi struggle. The negotiation process is a beautiful dance of smiles, hand gestures, and a whole lot of "Non, merci!" on my part. Finally, manage (hopefully) to get a fair price to the apartment.
- 2:30 PM: FINALLY, arrive at the "De Luxe" apartment. Okay, let's be honest, it's… nice. Clean. Balcony view. A little bit like a showroom, not exactly cozy, but absolutely beautiful and perfect for a solo traveler who is desperately seeking solace.
- 3:00 PM: Nap time! Need to recharge my emotional batteries.
- 5:00 PM: First foray into the medina. Wow. The medina is a sensory overload in the best possible way. Stalls overflowing with spices, leather goods, knock-off designer handbags ( tempting), and the air smells of cumin and delicious secrets. Got lost in the maze-like alleys within minutes, which, frankly, was the plan.
- 6:00 PM Got completely lost. Seriously, I think I went in circles 3 times. Finally, found someone who could (kinda) speak English and pointed me towards the main square. Managed to buy a ridiculously oversized, brightly colored scarf for a bargain. No regrets.
- 7:00 PM: Dinner at a small restaurant, the name of which I completely forget. But it had delicious tagine! Fell in love with the mint tea.
Day 2: The Tetouan Tango (and the Great Berber Carpet Debacle)
- 8:00 AM: Woke up feeling surprisingly refreshed, thanks to the balcony and a hearty breakfast of bread, cheese, and some weird, but tasty, green olives.
- 9:00 AM: Trying to find a hammam experience and failing. It's a cultural experience I'm absolutely dying to have, but the language barrier is a real obstacle.
- 10:00 AM: Started wandering around the medina again, this time with more confidence (and a slightly better sense of direction). Walked past a Berber carpet shop. The shopkeeper was a charming fellow with an infectious laugh. He sat me down, poured me more mint tea and showed me his rugs. Oh boy are rugs expensive but they are so beautiful and the quality is superb.
- 12:00 PM: Lunch at a rooftop restaurant. The food was okay but the view was phenomenal. I could see clear across the city and I was reminded of how much I love solo travel.
- 2:00 PM: The carpet shop again. Just got back from a long walk, and it was very hot. The shopkeeper was super welcoming. We talked. More mint tea. The shopkeeper (Abdel) was really sweet, told me about his family, and the history of the rugs. I was sold. Spent way too much money. But the rug is utterly gorgeous.
- 6:00 PM Went back to the apartment, and took a nap.
- 8:00 PM: Dinner! I went for a wander, and found my way to a restaurant that was recommended. It was packed to the brim. Finally got a seat and had some sardines (another delicious culinary journey).
Day 3: Culture (and the inevitable meltdowns)
- 9:00 AM: Finally managed to find the Spanish Quarter! It’s a little more low-key than the medina, but also holds the most beautiful architecture.
- 10:00 AM: Went to the Archeological Museum, with low expectations and was blown away! All the history and culture I had barely scratched the surface of the day before.
- 12:00 PM Went back to the apartment and cried. I have no idea why, but I felt overwhelmed. Jet lag, the new culture, the intense beauty, I think it all just hit me and I had to be vulnerable.
- 1:00 PM Took a long, hot shower and did a face mask. It turns out that's exactly what I needed.
- 2:00 PM: Went for a walk, completely rejuvenated. I love the ability to walk and think, or not think.
- 3:00 PM Came across a small square and went in. Ended up ordering a coffee, and people watching for an hour.
- 4:00 PM Ended up visiting an art gallery. Found some amazing art and got talking with the owner.
- 6:00 PM: Dinner at my favorite restaurant (with a delicious tagine and mint tea).
- 8:00 PM: Walked around the square, completely content with my day.
Day 4: The Beach, and the Great "Did I Buy Enough Souvenirs?" Panic
- 9:00 AM: Woke up after a great night of sleep.
- 10:00 AM: Decided to go to the beach.
- 12:00 PM: Got to the beach. It was a long walk, and the sand was full of rubbish. But it had a great view.
- 2:00 PM: Went to a cafe, and had some lunch.
- 3:00 PM Went back to the apartment and did my laundry.
- 4:00 PM Went to the local market.
- 6:00 PM: Started packing (panicking about the rug).
- 7:00 PM: Dinner.
- 8:00 PM Drinks.
Day 5: Departure and the Post-Tetouan Blues
- 7:00 AM (ish): Wake up. Say a tearful goodbye to the balcony view.
- 8:00 AM: Taxi back to the airport.
- 10:00 AM: Flight takes off.
- 2:00 PM (London time): Arrive back in London. Tired. Overwhelmed. But my heart is full. Oh. And I have a beautiful Berber carpet.
- 3:00 PM: Jet lag hits again. Prepare for a week of blurry-eyed introspection and reminiscing about the medina.
So, there you have it. My messy, honest, slightly hysterical adventure in Tetouan. It wasn't perfect – far from it – but it was real. And I wouldn't trade it for the world. Now, where's that mint tea? And maybe… just maybe… I'll learn some basic Arabic before I go back! And I will go back!
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Luxury Tetouan Apartment: Unbelievable Ocean Views! - Let's Get Real, Shall We?
1. Okay, the "Unbelievable Ocean Views!" - Is it *really* that good, or is it just marketing spiel? And what if it's, like, raining sideways?
Alright, so the "Unbelievable Ocean Views!"? Buckle up, buttercup, because... yeah, it's pretty damn unbelievable. I mean, I've seen some views in my time (mostly from the dingy windows of various hostels), but this… this was different. Imagine waking up, still half-asleep, wandering onto the balcony, and BOOM! Mountains *and* the ocean. Turquoise water, the whole shebang. Seriously Instagram-worthy, even if you're like me and avoid pictures of yourself.
However, let me be brutally honest. The weather in Tetouan, like life, has its moods. I arrived during a particularly "spirited" week. One day, the ocean was all moody grey, and the rain? Oh, the rain. It wasn't sideways, it was practically UPWARDS. I swear, the balcony transformed into a miniature Niagara Falls. Still, even then, the crashing waves and the dramatic skies were… well, dramatic. You could feel the raw power of the Atlantic. Bring a good umbrella... and maybe a waterproof poncho. Just in case.
2. "Luxury" apartment - what does that *actually* mean? No bedbugs, hopefully? And will I need to sell a kidney to afford it?
"Luxury." Ugh, that word. It triggers all sorts of anxieties, right? Does it mean ridiculously overpriced? Will the furniture look like it's held together with hopes and dreams? Rest assured, I checked for bedbugs. Repeatedly. (Don't judge, I'm traumatized.) And the furniture was… well, it *was* luxuriously comfortable. Like, I'm talking sink-into-the-couch-and-never-leave comfortable. The bed? Clouds. Seriously, I slept like a log, which, considering my usual ability to sleep through small earthquakes, is high praise indeed.
The kidney situation? Thankfully, no. While it wasn't *cheap*, it wasn't "sell-a-vital-organ" expensive. I'd say it offered a fantastic value for the quality. Think of it as an investment in your sanity, and a temporary upgrade from your usual travel digs (which, let’s be honest, are probably a bit… rough around the edges).
3. Tetouan! Is it all just bustling markets and confusing alleyways? What if I get hopelessly lost… and hungry?
Okay, Tetouan. It's… an experience. Imagine a vibrant, chaotic, gloriously messy tapestry woven with the threads of history and daily life. Yes, there are bustling markets. Yes, the alleyways *are* confusing. I got lost three times in the first hour, convinced I'd somehow ended up in a parallel dimension where everyone spoke a language made up entirely of clicks.
But the *food*! Oh, the food. If you get lost and hungry, you're in luck! There are countless little stalls and eateries offering everything from tagines bubbling with flavor to fresh-baked bread that will make you weep with joy. I may or may not have fueled my explorations purely on pastries and mint tea. Trust me, getting lost in Tetouan is a culinary adventure. Just, y'know, try to remember a landmark or two. Or, failing that, embrace the glorious confusion and *hope* a friendly local points you in the right direction. They're usually amazingly kind.
4. The kitchen – can I actually *cook*? Or is it just a pretty ornament? Because I’m a terrible cook and don't want to burn the place down.
The kitchen situation! This is important. I’m a disaster in the kitchen. I once set a microwave on fire trying to make popcorn. So, naturally, I eye kitchens with suspicion. This kitchen? Well, it was… functional. And by functional, I mean it had the basics: a stove, a fridge, and all the things. I managed to make a somewhat edible omelet one morning. (Okay, it was mostly egg-shaped goop, but it didn't set off the smoke alarm).
If you’re a decent cook (unlike, ahem, *me*), you'll be in heaven. There were enough utensils and gadgets to whip up more than a simple omelet. If you are like me, and your cooking skills are limited to boiling water and making toast? Well, there's a fantastic local bakery. And don't worry, I'm pretty sure the apartment building is insured for minor culinary catastrophes.
5. Okay, so the ocean views are amazing, the apartment is luxurious, but what about the… little things? Like, are there enough power outlets? And is the Wi-Fi actually usable, or a cruel, buffering joke?
Ah, the *details*. Essential! Let's get down to the nitty-gritty. Power outlets? Yes, plenty. I could charge every single one of my devices simultaneously, which, given my tech addiction, is a major win. Wi-Fi? Surprisingly good. Not super speed, but reliable. I managed to stream a few movies, which, let's be honest, is a basic human right when you're on vacation.
Other small things? The hot water was hot, the towels were fluffy, and the air conditioning *worked*. (Which, in the Moroccan heat, is a lifesaver). The apartment overall felt like a home. Which is a feat, really, because I’m a cynical traveler that is easily annoyed.
6. Tell me about the noise. I need my sleep. Are you getting woken up by donkeys and call-to-prayer every morning?
Alright, noise. Okay, so, this is where it gets… interesting. Being from a pretty quiet suburb, I figured this would be a problem. Let's just say Tetouan doesn't do "quiet" particularly well. You’ve got the call to prayer, which, yeah, it *does* come early and often.
That first morning? I swear, my heart rate jumped to about 200 bpm. It was like a sonic boom of faith exploding through the neighborhood. I was *not* prepared. I was sure I was going to just spend the entire trip miserable and sleep-deprived.
But... and this is the weird part… I got used to it. I *actually* started to find it kind of beautiful. The sounds of the city, the distant chatter, the occasional braying donkey (yes, those are a thing). It became part of the rhythm of the place. Maybe the apartment's thick walls helped, maybe I just reached some Zen-like state of acceptance, but I slept great. I slept *deep*. And even in the event that I got up, the ocean views were amazing in the early morning light. Also, the coffee maker was perfect. Now, I kinda miss it.
