italy myths and reality
I am posting this story as a review of the hotel punta nord rimini 4 *
however, I’ll start a little from afar, we (two adults and a daughter of 13 years old) took a combi tour:
week of excursions around the country / classic 1 + beach vacation, on the third day I regretted
about the first part of our choice - it turned out to be very difficult to go on excursions day after day
moving in the bus, we get up at 6, about 7, have breakfast and go... , 7-10 hours on the way per day,
lights out around 23 and so on for a week... Of course, there is something to see - Rome, the Vatican, Siena, Pisa, Florence,
Venice is all interesting, but in such a tough schedule, everything is somehow smeared, for me
decided that it’s not worth it to rest like that anymore, riding a bus is a separate issue closely, due to the fact that
there are a lot of people (about 50 people) every 2-3 hours a toilet stop, a smoke break...
all this quickly removes the rose-colored glasses of romance and adjusts to the harsh mood of the student canteen-
in the morning to catch a piece of sausage for a child before the gluttonous compatriots chopped it
all, skew from the terrible drink they call coffee (terrible ink-colored swill
cuttlefish with the taste of hot vinegar) and there is no alternative even for your money - eat in places
placement somewhere else or nowhere or once.
You also need to try to get a better seat on the bus ahead of the brisk old men hardened
in battles in public transport and social security, in short, a scoop. Hotels are a separate issue, of course
that they would not take prestigious hotels for overnight stays, but I wanted to count on solid C grades,
however, it turns out that in Italy (I thought it was Europe) the stars on the sign mean little
and three stars is usually the level of a provincial hotel in our province.
There was enough negativity, but I consoled myself that we were exhausted for a week, and only then in an advanced resort
zone in a good (according to reviews) 4 * hotel with a large swimming pool, which is rare for Italy, we will revel.
How wrong I was. . .
They finally bring us to Rimini, I look around - garbage, little greenery, architecture of the mid-70s.
They say Felini loved to shoot movies here, I can assure you that little has changed since then.
For some reason, sidewalks are only on one side of the road, and on the other, hotels (by the way, they are all very small and
unsightly) adjoin directly to the roadway and people leaving the reception have to fall on
the roadway... well, I don’t think the specifics are like that. We got to the place, it turned out that
this applies to Rimini in much the same way as Mozhaisk to Moscow (on a scale of course) it’s kilometers
5-7 from the city and all these kilometers are filled with nondescript concrete boxes-hotels. Okay I think
well, at least the hotel should be nothing.
It turned out that this is a fairly large building compared to the rest, a la Khrushchev outside,
is located somewhat away from the sea, well, damn it, I think 4 * inside should appear somehow.
Doubts crept in at the entrance - a miserable little rack, cheap furniture of the same age as Leonid Ilyich Brezhnev,
they gave a key to a Chinese castle of the same era, with a hanging metal plaque on which
room number weighing 400 grams, and a guest card? - I showed on my fingers to a man (his knowledge
in English they didn’t allow him to understand it verbally) - but we don’t have such a thing - in pure Italian
he replied to me (I will clarify the holiday guest card is a very useful document for
identifying yourself to the police and other structures, so as not to carry documents with you).
OK, let's go to the elevators here, in general, I understood everything, the elevators (two) that saw the rise and fall of the Roman Empire
the size of three adults in an embrace and the appropriate surroundings.
My wife's eyes widened when we left it - the narrow corridors of the factory dormitory
covered with worn carpet, miserable, in places
torn curtains on the windows-loopholes, a narrow type of fire escape. When did we open
poorly painted papier-mâ ché door and entered the room
the size of our kitchen (also, by the way, a small 10 sq. m. ) in which someone managed to place
3 beds 2 bedside tables and a wardrobe made of cheap chipboard she had a tantrum.
For the past few years we have been vacationing in Spain (on the islands and the mainland) and in general we are accustomed to
to a certain level of comfort, and it seemed self-evident to us. 4 * hotels (and we were in different and
cheaper and more expensive) never fell below a certain bar, but here...
2 stars is the ceiling, and above three I would never give them purely technically.
The half-square balcony with the blinds opening with a rope, I surveyed with the child in turn.
We went to breakfast the next day without illusions. Here is the cheese menu, the sausage seemed to be but ended,
a couple of yogurts, toast, some kind of jelly, yupi from the apparatus of the beginning of technical progress - that's all...
even prepared, I was dumbfounded by the wretchedness. We were looking for coffee for 5 minutes and then I realized that
he is taken out by a meter in a white jacket with greasy spots if he notices that someone has sat down at a table,
He noticed us for ten minutes...
Guess how the coffee tasted-correctly the same swill. . . it was our last breakfast at the hotel.
Good thing we only had breakfast.
After drinking a drink, we went to survey the advertised pool and the park near it.
The pool is really decent for Italy in size, but concrete without the slightest sign
tiles coffin dug into the ground in four stars! nonsense.
All this is surrounded by paving slabs, which are painted with oil paint in the military style.
Around the neglected lawn is not watered and not cut, near the main pool there is a small
children's with a fountain and a hill, in general, not bad functionally, the baby frolicked in it,
but there is no smell of tiles there - concrete. Behind the pools is a dusty tennis court with synthetic turf,
It is impossible to walk barefoot during the day, in the evening it is not illuminated.
I have to say a few words separately about the photographer who took the photo of this hotel for the site-
he’s a pro, it’s necessary to choose angles like that (well, + of course, everything was specially marafetized) so that
f * clearly looked like that. Yes, one more thing - the safe was closed with a key, how many copies of it exist only
guess, for 3 days the water in the shower was only cold, washed with screams, laughter and sin, although with my
osteochondrosis procedure is not the most useful.
Well, let's go back, on the first day, what to do, we cried, of course, on each other's chests, and I
I think I will call the representative of NATALIE tour (I will add a few words about the tour operator at the end) maybe
you can change the hotel Well, in such rags toil, a sweet girl said that they say national
holiday, feragosta, all hotels are crammed with agiotized Italians and there is no chance, but I say
Well, for a four, such tears are welling up, and she says they paid for that and have it, and I give her
they say there were four hotels for our tour and this is the best, but she says I can’t do anything. Well figs
I tell my wife with him, let's enjoy life as much as we can, let's go to the national holiday
to the city center, let's see how people walk, get distracted, and we will close the hotel for the night
eyes and sleep, not attached to food, and in the morning running to the sea. Said and done.
We went to the bus on which we were told to go with a transfer to the center, we bought tickets on the way
we waited 20 minutes, we’re going. To the people, as in the USSR at rush hour, drunken Italian teenagers and blacks
with some kind of bags, they seem to be farts somewhere here.
Negro with Baul and I think pancake gave a bunch of grandmothers to stand sniffing sweaty black masses
and wait for this undergrowth to piss, God forbid, on me. True, after an hour we got
that's just the wife exhausted a pack of wet wipes after rubbing the beads.
horror to the people, the truth is, there is no difference with our khamovniks, the same concrete boxes, Italian dirt
Dating couples rush about in crowds and yell as if cut with delight. We squeezed into a Chinese cafe
on the street we eat some strange meat, but I think how the hell are we going to get back.
the next day I understand, I need to take a car, I was no longer drawn to the beads, I called the girl from Natalie
where are the rental cars supposedly nearby and she says in the center hertz europcar and some other office
I don’t remember anymore, well, why did they go to the bus again.
there are fewer people, but blacks again with dofig bags, my wife exhausted the rest of the napkins
but all in vain, all the rentals are closed.
and again, after the holiday, people have a day off.
even at night they work during the season, and then it’s a holiday... We were going back and noticed a car rental halfway
some local one, it works! I jump out and ask if there are cars, the dude has a face like from a toothbrush
the pain became distorted, he began to call somewhere, the car reports one will be in an hour, probably if they wash it,
I say, why can’t they wash it, he says, they can, but for how much 5 days, a toothache overcame him again,
10 minutes I calculated something on a piece of paper - reports 180 euros + mileage separately 500 miles - 60 euros,
1000-100 etc. figs I’m talking to you come on - the face of the condemned to death - a pause of 20 seconds - I say
I’ll arrive at the hotel in an hour, well, in short, after 2 hours I left, and finally he said that the insurance
only like OSAGO and if it’s my fault that I’m paying and a passport as collateral, I don’t want to say hell with you
ride on beads. and in normal rentals, as it turned out, 5 days, somewhere around 500 euros, but there are no cars
anyway. We’re going to the laundry room in the evening to wash off after a week across the country, we’ve gotten shabby, I’m sitting in
I drink normal coffee in a cafe and I think that's what Lewis Carol wrote about - the word Italy was shy
insert. Well, in the morning on the coffee beach again, we drank a normal beach, it seems like a good equipped one,
the sea is warm, is life getting better? -but nifiga.
How do they pay for sunbeds in normal countries if they are paid? You come to the beach and sit down
where you like, a boy or a girl comes, they take babos, they mold a check on the sunbed, they smiled at each other
rest, I don’t want to. And here, how-correctly through the ass.
well, I think they can sleep for a long time. At lunchtime, a dude comes and says they say sunbeds need to be paid at the checkout
and the ticket office at the reception of the beach (how) well, I think let's go pay, drink beer, juice, we could
I think our representatives, instead of telling, delivering them to hostel sheds where are the shops,
to enlighten how a beach holiday is organized here. And what happened, the system is like this: you need to come and say
lope sun loungers umbrellas, pay and they will take you to where they think you should lie (? )
oh * fuck, I think how else the color of swimming trunks is not determined, well, they showed us a place in the center of the beach they say
settle down, we wandered behind our clothes to the place where we immediately lay down, and this half-fag, what do we
he talked about the cashier in our absence, he poured all the things into one heap in a lump, creams, gels on the sand
lying around, and my contact lens finally rolled under the sun lounger in the container, I missed the current
when he left, thank God, no one crushed her, they didn’t fall asleep with sand, they didn’t blow away with the wind.
local service, I still op * deny. Later we learned that every 50 meters here
already a new beach, everyone has their own reception and their own prices and their own procedures. On the other beach, we were offered
go to any convenient place, laid out sunbeds and smiled sweetly. In short, before paying
on the beach you need to go to reconnaissance what kind of order is there.
I’ll tell you more about how we have dinner here, it’s also a decent anecdote. We never have dinner in Spain
took-why? I’ll explain-I’ll explain you leave the hotel-cafes like a fool candy wrappers right and left
everyone invites you and strives to kiss you in the ass so that you can come in, the cuisine is varied
the pizza is delicious, the freshest sangria, ten varieties of beer, all TVs have huge plasma, LCD
football or sports which is constant, the schedule at each cafe will show the code well blah
heaven on earth, you sit down, you drink cold, you eat hot.
And how is it here - we go for dinner for the first time in a cafe - tables seem to be free, sit down and wait for minutes
ten - no one, not that there is no one - the staff then walks by, but we seem to be like glass -
they don’t notice. Although it’s hard not to notice my frame (187 height-100 weight), I call the girl with difficulty and say
how to have a bite to eat, and she says that almost everything is over from food and finally we will close soon (time
floor of the 11th) well, in the eyes you can see the shlib you are away, you still have to carry plates. In short, as it turned out
there are stupidly not enough cafes for everyone, everywhere there are queues and hours at 12 pm, everything where there is food
already practically without it. You can drink later, but to eat is an ambush. Well, we found a way out
reserved a table for the whole time for evenings in a more or less decent tavern, but the level
they all have this waste, if there are tellies, they are small old ones, current channels are ethereal
the menu is pasta and pizza, seafood of course (well, there weren’t any yet) + salads, well, beer is still local and
dried wine-kosorylovka. True, there are no questions about the quality, everything is possible, but how tired everything is
to the end. You won’t believe it, I wanted to eat scrambled eggs in the morning, there’s nowhere. I went around all the cafes in the district for coffee
(good) and fluff, buters are different, they don’t drink tea, in principle, that’s all. Another joke is European
laws allegedly forbid smoking in public places, such as terrible fines in Italy-nonsense,
they smoke like steam locomotives EVERYWHERE on the beach in cafes, they even stone their own children with henna.
In general, what I want to finish is organizing holidays for Italians to study and study, that's just
I'm afraid over the years the gap between their level and standard (at least) will only
increase. Is it worth going to Italy? Probably yes, but I hope that my review and similar
he will be given to people traveling to Italy for the first time a fraction of the reality that tour operators hide.
How I wish I could have a discussion with the people who wrote rave reviews about this hotel.
(True, maybe it’s Natalie’s managers, I hope my review doesn’t disappear from their site). It was true there
one plus - the Internet is free, but the computer is alone and always busy. If fate brings you there
take a laptop, there is wi-fi, though the current is at the reception, it doesn’t reach the beach or the rooms...
I want to tell the gentlemen from Natalie, it's great that you found a hotel on which 4 * is drawn and for
which you need to pay a penny, but you are a pro, you understand that he does not pull on it and people are
they will understand and will be indignant. Give customers information, enlighten them, do not mislead them -
many people collect money for a long time to go there...
I hope my review will help someone. Whoever has questions, write to everyone and I will answer.
I am posting this story as a review of the hotel punta nord rimini 4 *
however, I’ll start a little from afar, we (two adults and a daughter of 13 years old) took a combi tour:
week of excursions around the country / classic 1 + beach vacation, on the third day I regretted
about the first part of our choice - it turned out to be very difficult to go on excursions day after day
moving in the bus, we get up at 6, about 7, have breakfast and go... , 7-10 hours on the way per day,
lights out around 23 and so on for a week... Of course, there is something to see - Rome, the Vatican, Siena, Pisa, Florence,
Venice is all interesting, but in such a tough schedule, everything is somehow smeared, for me
decided that it’s not worth it to rest like that anymore, riding a bus is a separate issue closely, due to the fact that
there are a lot of people (about 50 people) every 2-3 hours a toilet stop, a smoke break...
all this quickly removes the rose-colored glasses of romance and adjusts to the harsh mood of the student canteen-
in the morning to catch a piece of sausage for a child before the gluttonous compatriots chopped it
all, skew from the terrible drink they call coffee (terrible ink-colored swill
cuttlefish with the taste of hot vinegar) and there is no alternative even for your money - eat in places
placement somewhere else or nowhere or once.
You also need to try to get a better seat on the bus ahead of the brisk old men hardened
in battles in public transport and social security, in short, a scoop. Hotels are a separate issue, of course
that they would not take prestigious hotels for overnight stays, but I wanted to count on solid C grades,
however, it turns out that in Italy (I thought it was Europe) the stars on the sign mean little
and three stars is usually the level of a provincial hotel in our province.
There was enough negativity, but I consoled myself that we were exhausted for a week, and only then in an advanced resort
zone in a good (according to reviews) 4 * hotel with a large swimming pool, which is rare for Italy, we will revel.
How wrong I was. . .
They finally bring us to Rimini, I look around - garbage, little greenery, architecture of the mid-70s.
They say Felini loved to shoot movies here, I can assure you that little has changed since then.
For some reason, sidewalks are only on one side of the road, and on the other, hotels (by the way, they are all very small and
unsightly) adjoin directly to the roadway and people leaving the reception have to fall on
the roadway... well, I don’t think the specifics are like that. We got to the place, it turned out that
this applies to Rimini in much the same way as Mozhaisk to Moscow (on a scale of course) it’s kilometers
5-7 from the city and all these kilometers are filled with nondescript concrete boxes-hotels. Okay I think
well, at least the hotel should be nothing.
It turned out that this is a fairly large building compared to the rest, a la Khrushchev outside,
is located somewhat away from the sea, well, damn it, I think 4 * inside should appear somehow.
Doubts crept in at the entrance - a miserable little rack, cheap furniture of the same age as Leonid Ilyich Brezhnev,
they gave a key to a Chinese castle of the same era, with a hanging metal plaque on which
room number weighing 400 grams, and a guest card? - I showed on my fingers to a man (his knowledge
in English they didn’t allow him to understand it verbally) - but we don’t have such a thing - in pure Italian
he replied to me (I will clarify the holiday guest card is a very useful document for
identifying yourself to the police and other structures, so as not to carry documents with you).
OK, let's go to the elevators here, in general, I understood everything, the elevators (two) that saw the rise and fall of the Roman Empire
the size of three adults in an embrace and the appropriate surroundings.
My wife's eyes widened when we left it - the narrow corridors of the factory dormitory
covered with worn carpet, miserable, in places
torn curtains on the windows-loopholes, a narrow type of fire escape. When did we open
poorly painted papier-mâ ché door and entered the room
the size of our kitchen (also, by the way, a small 10 sq. m. ) in which someone managed to place
3 beds 2 bedside tables and a wardrobe made of cheap chipboard she had a tantrum.
For the past few years we have been vacationing in Spain (on the islands and the mainland) and in general we are accustomed to
to a certain level of comfort, and it seemed self-evident to us. 4 * hotels (and we were in different and
cheaper and more expensive) never fell below a certain bar, but here...
2 stars is the ceiling, and above three I would never give them purely technically.
The half-square balcony with the blinds opening with a rope, I surveyed with the child in turn.
We went to breakfast the next day without illusions. Here is the cheese menu, the sausage seemed to be but ended,
a couple of yogurts, toast, some kind of jelly, yupi from the apparatus of the beginning of technical progress - that's all...
even prepared, I was dumbfounded by the wretchedness. We were looking for coffee for 5 minutes and then I realized that
he is taken out by a meter in a white jacket with greasy spots if he notices that someone has sat down at a table,
He noticed us for ten minutes...
Guess how the coffee tasted-correctly the same swill. . . it was our last breakfast at the hotel.
Good thing we only had breakfast.
After drinking a drink, we went to survey the advertised pool and the park near it.
The pool is really decent for Italy in size, but concrete without the slightest sign
tiles coffin dug into the ground in four stars! nonsense.
All this is surrounded by paving slabs, which are painted with oil paint in the military style.
Around the neglected lawn is not watered and not cut, near the main pool there is a small
children's with a fountain and a hill, in general, not bad functionally, the baby frolicked in it,
but there is no smell of tiles there - concrete. Behind the pools is a dusty tennis court with synthetic turf,
It is impossible to walk barefoot during the day, in the evening it is not illuminated.
I have to say a few words separately about the photographer who took the photo of this hotel for the site-
he’s a pro, it’s necessary to choose angles like that (well, + of course, everything was specially marafetized) so that
f * clearly looked like that. Yes, one more thing - the safe was closed with a key, how many copies of it exist only
guess, for 3 days the water in the shower was only cold, washed with screams, laughter and sin, although with my
osteochondrosis procedure is not the most useful.
Well, let's go back, on the first day, what to do, we cried, of course, on each other's chests, and I
I think I will call the representative of NATALIE tour (I will add a few words about the tour operator at the end) maybe
you can change the hotel Well, in such rags toil, a sweet girl said that they say national
holiday, feragosta, all hotels are crammed with agiotized Italians and there is no chance, but I say
Well, for a four, such tears are welling up, and she says they paid for that and have it, and I give her
they say there were four hotels for our tour and this is the best, but she says I can’t do anything. Well figs
I tell my wife with him, let's enjoy life as much as we can, let's go to the national holiday
to the city center, let's see how people walk, get distracted, and we will close the hotel for the night
eyes and sleep, not attached to food, and in the morning running to the sea. Said and done.
We went to the bus on which we were told to go with a transfer to the center, we bought tickets on the way
we waited 20 minutes, we’re going. To the people, as in the USSR at rush hour, drunken Italian teenagers and blacks
with some kind of bags, they seem to be farts somewhere here.
Negro with Baul and I think pancake gave a bunch of grandmothers to stand sniffing sweaty black masses
and wait for this undergrowth to piss, God forbid, on me. True, after an hour we got
that's just the wife exhausted a pack of wet wipes after rubbing the beads.
horror to the people, the truth is, there is no difference with our khamovniks, the same concrete boxes, Italian dirt
Dating couples rush about in crowds and yell as if cut with delight. We squeezed into a Chinese cafe
on the street we eat some strange meat, but I think how the hell are we going to get back.
the next day I understand, I need to take a car, I was no longer drawn to the beads, I called the girl from Natalie
where are the rental cars supposedly nearby and she says in the center hertz europcar and some other office
I don’t remember anymore, well, why did they go to the bus again.
there are fewer people, but blacks again with dofig bags, my wife exhausted the rest of the napkins
but all in vain, all the rentals are closed.
and again, after the holiday, people have a day off.
even at night they work during the season, and then it’s a holiday... We were going back and noticed a car rental halfway
some local one, it works! I jump out and ask if there are cars, the dude has a face like from a toothbrush
the pain became distorted, he began to call somewhere, the car reports one will be in an hour, probably if they wash it,
I say, why can’t they wash it, he says, they can, but for how much 5 days, a toothache overcame him again,
10 minutes I calculated something on a piece of paper - reports 180 euros + mileage separately 500 miles - 60 euros,
1000-100 etc. figs I’m talking to you come on - the face of the condemned to death - a pause of 20 seconds - I say
I’ll arrive at the hotel in an hour, well, in short, after 2 hours I left, and finally he said that the insurance
only like OSAGO and if it’s my fault that I’m paying and a passport as collateral, I don’t want to say hell with you
ride on beads. and in normal rentals, as it turned out, 5 days, somewhere around 500 euros, but there are no cars
anyway. We’re going to the laundry room in the evening to wash off after a week across the country, we’ve gotten shabby, I’m sitting in
I drink normal coffee in a cafe and I think that's what Lewis Carol wrote about - the word Italy was shy
insert. Well, in the morning on the coffee beach again, we drank a normal beach, it seems like a good equipped one,
the sea is warm, is life getting better? -but nifiga.
How do they pay for sunbeds in normal countries if they are paid? You come to the beach and sit down
where you like, a boy or a girl comes, they take babos, they mold a check on the sunbed, they smiled at each other
rest, I don’t want to. And here, how-correctly through the ass.
well, I think they can sleep for a long time. At lunchtime, a dude comes and says they say sunbeds need to be paid at the checkout
and the ticket office at the reception of the beach (how) well, I think let's go pay, drink beer, juice, we could
I think our representatives, instead of telling, delivering them to hostel sheds where are the shops,
to enlighten how a beach holiday is organized here. And what happened, the system is like this: you need to come and say
lope sun loungers umbrellas, pay and they will take you to where they think you should lie (? )
oh * fuck, I think how else the color of swimming trunks is not determined, well, they showed us a place in the center of the beach they say
settle down, we wandered behind our clothes to the place where we immediately lay down, and this half-fag, what do we
he talked about the cashier in our absence, he poured all the things into one heap in a lump, creams, gels on the sand
lying around, and my contact lens finally rolled under the sun lounger in the container, I missed the current
when he left, thank God, no one crushed her, they didn’t fall asleep with sand, they didn’t blow away with the wind.
local service, I still op * deny. Later we learned that every 50 meters here
already a new beach, everyone has their own reception and their own prices and their own procedures. On the other beach, we were offered
go to any convenient place, laid out sunbeds and smiled sweetly. In short, before paying
on the beach you need to go to reconnaissance what kind of order is there.
I’ll tell you more about how we have dinner here, it’s also a decent anecdote. We never have dinner in Spain
took-why? I’ll explain-I’ll explain you leave the hotel-cafes like a fool candy wrappers right and left
everyone invites you and strives to kiss you in the ass so that you can come in, the cuisine is varied
the pizza is delicious, the freshest sangria, ten varieties of beer, all TVs have huge plasma, LCD
football or sports which is constant, the schedule at each cafe will show the code well blah
heaven on earth, you sit down, you drink cold, you eat hot.
And how is it here - we go for dinner for the first time in a cafe - tables seem to be free, sit down and wait for minutes
ten - no one, not that there is no one - the staff then walks by, but we seem to be like glass -
they don’t notice. Although it’s hard not to notice my frame (187 height-100 weight), I call the girl with difficulty and say
how to have a bite to eat, and she says that almost everything is over from food and finally we will close soon (time
floor of the 11th) well, in the eyes you can see the shlib you are away, you still have to carry plates. In short, as it turned out
there are stupidly not enough cafes for everyone, everywhere there are queues and hours at 12 pm, everything where there is food
already practically without it. You can drink later, but to eat is an ambush. Well, we found a way out
reserved a table for the whole time for evenings in a more or less decent tavern, but the level
they all have this waste, if there are tellies, they are small old ones, current channels are ethereal
the menu is pasta and pizza, seafood of course (well, there weren’t any yet) + salads, well, beer is still local and
dried wine-kosorylovka. True, there are no questions about the quality, everything is possible, but how tired everything is
to the end. You won’t believe it, I wanted to eat scrambled eggs in the morning, there’s nowhere. I went around all the cafes in the district for coffee
(good) and fluff, buters are different, they don’t drink tea, in principle, that’s all. Another joke is European
laws allegedly forbid smoking in public places, such as terrible fines in Italy-nonsense,
they smoke like steam locomotives EVERYWHERE on the beach in cafes, they even stone their own children with henna.
In general, what I want to finish is organizing holidays for Italians to study and study, that's just
I'm afraid over the years the gap between their level and standard (at least) will only
increase. Is it worth going to Italy? Probably yes, but I hope that my review and similar
he will be given to people traveling to Italy for the first time a fraction of the reality that tour operators hide.
How I wish I could have a discussion with the people who wrote rave reviews about this hotel.
(True, maybe it’s Natalie’s managers, I hope my review doesn’t disappear from their site). It was true there
one plus - the Internet is free, but the computer is alone and always busy. If fate brings you there
take a laptop, there is wi-fi, though the current is at the reception, it doesn’t reach the beach or the rooms...
I want to tell the gentlemen from Natalie, it's great that you found a hotel on which 4 * is drawn and for
which you need to pay a penny, but you are a pro, you understand that he does not pull on it and people are
they will understand and will be indignant. Give customers information, enlighten them, do not mislead them -
many people collect money for a long time to go there...
I hope my review will help someone. Whoever has questions, write to everyone and I will answer.
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