Escape to Paradise: Nonna Rana's Umbrian Country House Awaits!
Escape to Paradise: Nonna Rana's - Paradise Found… With a Few Hiccups!
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because I'm about to lay down the gospel (or at least the heavily opinionated review) of Escape to Paradise: Nonna Rana's Umbrian Country House Awaits!. Let me tell you, the brochure promises a slice of heaven, and, well, it mostly delivers. But, as anyone who's ever spent a week in a charming, slightly-too-rustic Italian villa knows, paradise comes with a side of… character.
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(Accessibility & First Impressions: The Grand Entrance – and the Slight Panic)
First things first: Accessibility. Nonna Rana's gets a solid… well, let's call it a work-in-progress. The website boasts "facilities for disabled guests," which is good, but remember, this is Umbria. Think rolling hills, charming cobblestone paths… and a few sneaky little inclines. They do have an elevator, which is a huge plus. The car park [free of charge] is easily accessible, and the car park [on-site] is, well, on-site. Just be prepared for some gravel and possibly a little bit of a scramble for the perfect spot.
The front desk [24-hour] is friendly, although sometimes I felt like I was interrupting their (very Italian) conversations. Contactless check-in/out is available – thank goodness – because after a long trek, I just wanted my room and a big glass of vino. They also have facilities for disabled guests; I didn't put it all to the test but I definitely saw some good accessibility features.
(Room Sweet Room: Wi-Fi Woes and Blackout Bliss)
Let's talk rooms. My room? Oh, it was… charming. Think exposed beams, a huge, comfy extra long bed… and a window that opens, inviting the Umbrian breeze (and occasionally, a rogue mosquito). They offer non-smoking rooms, which is a godsend. Air conditioning was a lifesaver, especially during the afternoon sun-blasted heat. The blackout curtains were absolute perfection. I slept like a baby, or, well, like a slightly jet-lagged baby, but hey, close enough.
Now, the Wi-Fi [free] is advertised as glorious. And it is available in all rooms! However… let’s just say the connection occasionally went on a little Umbrian vacation of its own. I spent a few frustrating hours trying to upload photos, muttering under my breath about the joys of Internet access – wireless that actually worked. There's also Internet access – LAN, which is fine if you brought a laptop and the perfect cable, which, of course, I did not.
(Spa Day Dreams & Body Scrub Reality: The Luxuries and the Little Bits)
Okay, the Spa is where Nonna Rana’s really shines. I’m talking spa/sauna, steamroom, and a proper massage. The pool with view? Forget about it. Jaw-dropping. The swimming pool [outdoor] is absolutely divine – I could have spent all day there. Did I experience a Body scrub and a Body wrap? Of course! The treatments were divine, the staff wonderfully professional and kind.
I did have a minor crisis when I realized I'd forgotten my swimsuit and had to beg at the convenience store. You know, the one with the 100 euro minimum credit card charge. The gym/fitness center looked decent, but I was too busy eating, napping, and admiring the view to actually work out. And hey, that's a valid vacation strategy, right?
(Dining, Drinking, & Snacking: A Culinary Adventure – Mostly Delicious)
Prepare your tastebuds! Nonna Rana's Restaurants game is strong. From the Asian breakfast to the Asian cuisine in restaurant; the international cuisine in restaurant and the western breakfast, everything was mouthwatering. The breakfast [buffet] was a delightful way to start the day. The chef made fresh delicious vegetarian restaurant and salad in restaurant.
The Poolside bar is a must-visit, especially during happy hour. The drinks are perfectly crafted, and the atmosphere is utterly idyllic. The Coffee shop serves a killer cappuccino, and they also provide Bottle of water. This is the ultimate Italy experience for me!
(Cleanliness, Safety & The Pandemic Post-Mortem)
Let’s get real: traveling during a pandemic feels… different. Nonna Rana's deserves serious props for their commitment to safety. They had Staff trained in safety protocol, daily disinfection in common areas, and hand sanitizer everywhere. Rooms sanitized between stays! I appreciated individually-wrapped food options and the safe dining setup. I'm still a little jumpy about crowds, but I felt incredibly safe.
(The Extras & the Oddities):
- For the kids: They’re family/child friendly, but I didn’t see much in the way of dedicated kids facilities.
- Services and conveniences: I used the laundry service (because, let's be honest, I spill a lot). They offered daily housekeeping, and the concierge was helpful in setting up tours.
- Things to do: With the shrines and terrace nearby, you can easily find things to do.
- Pets allowed/unavailable: I don't like animals, so this is not an issue to me.
(My Quirky Takeaway)
Escape to Paradise really is… paradise-adjacent. It's beautiful, relaxing, and the food is to die for. But it’s also a little… rough around the edges. The Wi-Fi occasionally abandons you. The service, while charming, isn’t always lightning-fast. And the occasional "rustic" touch (like a slightly temperamental shower) reminds you that you're not in a sterile, polished hotel chain. But that's also its charm, isn’t it? It's a place where imperfections are forgiven, and where the simple joy of a perfect sunset over the Umbrian hills can make everything right. So, go. Go, and embrace the imperfections. You won't regret it. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to dream of the Poolside bar and that view… and maybe try to figure out that Wi-Fi password again.
Final Score: A solid 4 out of 5 stars. (Minus one star for that Wi-Fi!)
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Okay, buckle up, buttercup. This isn't your grandma's meticulously planned itinerary. This is… me, in Perugia, potentially losing my mind (in the best way). "Country House Nonna Rana" – sounds idyllic, right? We'll see. Here we go…
Day 1: Arrival & Initial "Oh, My God, It's REAL!" Moment
- Morning (Mostly): Flight from (sigh) [Your Hometown]. Turbulence. Cried a little (okay, a lot) thinking about leaving my cat, Mittens. I swear, she gives me the side-eye whenever I pack a suitcase. Anyway, landed in Rome. The airport? Chaos. Absolute delightful, beautiful chaos. Finding the train… well, let's just say my Italian is as rusty as a Vespa left out in the rain. Managed to mumble "Perugia?" enough times to be pointed in vaguely the right direction.
- Afternoon: Train ride. The scenery? Ridiculous. Rolling hills, vineyards, the whole shebang. Started to feel the stress melt away, a little. Also, accidentally ate a whole bag of those little Italian biscuits. Oops. Arrived in Perugia (the train station is waaaaaay down below the city. Lovely.) then… a cab ride to hell and back. The driver was a sweet old man, but the roads up to Nonna Rana are… let's say, intimate.
- Late Afternoon/Early Evening: Finally, arrived. Nonna fucking Rana. Turns out it's not actually run by a nonna (bit of a misleading name choice there, but I forgive them). It's a gorgeous old stone building, honestly. The air… it smells like… bliss? Unpacked. Found a room with a view that made me actually gasp. (Okay, maybe I actually ugly-cried a little). Seriously, the view is worth the whole trip. I just stood there, silent, taking it all in. Then thought I need a beer NOW. Scared of being overwhelmed, I decided to just keep it simple. Found the pool, jumped. Best decision.
- Evening: Dinner at the Nonna Rana restaurant. Ate a pasta that was literally perfect, the sauce was just…a dream… so simple, yet I have no idea what the recipe could be. Tried to order wine in half-broken Italian, was clearly understood… and then the waiter gave me a cheeky smile and said it’s on the house. I’m pretty sure I was beaming like a lighthouse by the time I finished. Fell in LOVE with the local olive oil. Seriously, I want to bathe in it. Tried to stay up, but the jet lag finally caught up. Collapsed into bed. Good night, Perugia.
Day 2: Lost in Translation (and Olive Groves)
- Morning: Woke up to the sound of… silence. Glorious, beautiful silence. Had a breakfast of strong coffee, fresh bread, and the most amazing local honey. Wandered around the property. Took a million photos of the olive trees. Seriously, I think I'm going to start a separate Instagram account just for olive trees in Italy.
- Mid-Morning: Decided to be adventurous. Walked (okay, attempted to walk) into the nearest village, Assisi, about 2 miles away. Got completely lost. Twice. Luckily, the locals are incredibly friendly (and patient) and kept pointing me in the right direction. Met a little girl with a red ribbon in her hair who gave me directions… in rapid-fire Italian. Understood about 20% of it, but the hand gestures were helpful.
- Afternoon: Finally made it to Assisi. The Basilica of St. Francis? Absolutely breathtaking. Nearly teared up again. The art… the history… the sheer beauty of it all. Needed a gelato to recover. Had a pistachio one. Felt like I’d died and gone to heaven.
- Late Afternoon: Back to Nonna Rana. Spent a glorious hour by the pool, reading and pretending to be sophisticated. Then, a sudden storm. Thunder, lightning, the works. Ran inside, soaked to the bone and laughing like a maniac.
- Evening: Started to attempt practicing Italian. Had a beginner’s lesson in the evening. Ordered dinner in what I think was… comprehensible Italian. Got a look that was half-sympathy, half-amusement from the waiter. Ate more pasta. Drank more wine. Decided I'm officially in love with Italy and, honestly, I might never leave
Day 3: Truffle Hunting & Total Surrender
- Morning: The REAL fun began!!!! It’s truffle-hunting day! Went with a charming, slightly eccentric local truffle hunter and his adorable dog, who sniffed for the hidden gems. It was incredibly fun.
- Mid-Morning: Found a truffle! A real, live truffle! I held it like the holy grail. The smell alone will change my life.
- Afternoon: Lesson about cooking with truffles. Got to taste a truffle pasta! I can still taste it, I think I would have to find another truffle to replicate the experience.
- Late Afternoon: Decided to learn how to make pasta. It’s not as easy as it looks but it’s still fun.
- Evening: Eating more delicious pasta. Enjoying the night. Not enough words to describe it.
Day 4: Day Trip!
- Morning: Going to (the stunning) Orvieto. Famous for its cathedral. It was actually a bit intimidating, at least compared to everything else.
- Afternoon: We were ready, but needed coffee. Found a cafe with the most delicious espresso. Explored the city, going to a small, interesting museum.
- Evening: Back to Nonna Rana, ready to order the biggest meal of the year. Ordered the most delicious meal and then the sunset.
Day 5: Farewell (and a Promise to Return)
- Morning: The view from my window, the quiet… Ugh. I’m not ready to leave. Breakfast was delicious, said goodbye to everyone. Packing. Mittens is going to flip.
- Mid-Morning: One last swim in the pool. One last look at the olive trees. I'm already planning my return.
- Afternoon: Headed to the train. Said goodbye to Nonna Rana. Definitely leaving a piece of my heart here.
- Evening: Flight back. Crying a little. Thinking of my cat. Thinking of pasta. Thinking of olive trees. Thinking…when can I come back?
Quirky Observations & Imperfections:
- My Italian is, and will likely remain, terrible. But everyone is kind!
- I've eaten a lot of pasta. I'll probably need therapy when I get home.
- The sunsets are ridiculously beautiful. Seriously, I'm starting to suspect a conspiracy.
- I keep getting lost. I'm embracing it. It's part of the adventure, right?
- I’ve taken so many photos, I think I will be broke after processing the films.
Emotional Reactions:
- Joy: Overwhelming, nearly constant.
- Awe: The art, the scenery, the food… it's all just… wow.
- Frustration: My inability to order a simple coffee without making a fool of myself.
- Connection: With the people, the place… I feel like I’ve come home.
- Sadness: Knowing I have to leave.
- Excitement: Already making plans to return!
This probably isn't the most efficient itinerary, but it's definitely the most me. And honestly? That's the point. Go to Nonna Rana, get lost, eat pasta, and let yourself be utterly, completely, wonderfully changed. You won't regret it.
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Escape to Paradise: Nonna Rana's Umbrian Country House - Ask Away! (But Be Warned, I'm Still Processing...)
So, what *exactly* is this "Escape to Paradise" you keep blathering on about? Is it all sunshine and rainbows like the website implies?
Alright, deep breaths. "Paradise"... that's a loaded word, isn't it? Let's just say it's Nonna Rana's Umbrian country house, nestled somewhere between reality and a really good dream. And no, honey, it's not *all* sunshine and rainbows. Honestly, sometimes it's more like a rogue thunderstorm, courtesy of the resident grape vines. Seriously, those things *attack* you. But yes, the sunshine *does* exist - you just have to be ready to wrestle with the occasional downpour.
Tell me about Nonna Rana. Is she actually, you know... a *real* nonna? Like, pasta-making, hug-giving, love-bombing kind of nonna?
Oh. My. God. Nonna Rana. Yes. She *is* a real nonna. The kind that could probably smother you with her apron strings if she felt like it (in a loving way, of course). She's pasta-making, hug-giving, love-bombing, and capable of conjuring a multi-course meal from what looks like a handful of weeds and a single, slightly suspicious egg. Seriously, I saw her turn a zucchini *flower* into something that tasted like heaven. I’m getting choked up just thinking about it. You know, she's… it's not just food, it's an experience. And she's got this look… this knowing twinkle in her eye. Makes you want to spill all your secrets. Then she offers you another plate of something incredible and you forget what the secret was in the first place.
What are the accommodations like? Is it, like, a luxury villa situation? Or more… rustic?
Rustic. Absolutely, gloriously, wonderfully rustic. Think exposed beams, terracotta floors that have probably seen every footstep in the family's history, and furniture that *mostly* holds together. It's not "stainless steel and infinity pool." It's "charm and character, punctuated by the occasional creak of the floorboards at 3 AM, followed by the distant howl of a wild dog." It's comfortable, but you're not going to confuse it with a five-star hotel. You're there to live, not just exist.
Okay, the food. Give me the lowdown. Will I gain a million pounds? Will I regret every bite? (Asking for a friend... it's me.)
Let's be brutally honest: Yes. You will gain weight. Yes, you might regret every bite *while you're eating it*. And then, later… oh, later. You'll crave those pasta dishes. You'll dream about the homemade olive oil Nonna Rana uses. You'll wake up in a cold sweat, remembering the *pecorino*. It’s a culinary assault, in the best possible way. The food is so good, it almost feels unfair. It’s like the earth itself is pouring all its deliciousness straight onto your plate. Expect a complete surrender to deliciousness. Expect to undo all the good work you've done in the gym. Expect to be completely and utterly happy. And yes, probably regret it at the end, but only when you're back home munching on a soggy salad. Trust me, it's worth it.
What is there to *do* at Nonna Rana's? Is it just lying around and eating? (Again, asking for a friend...)
Okay, yes, a significant portion of the time *is* devoted to lying around and eating. But there's more! You can explore the rolling hills of Umbria (if you can roll yourself out of bed, that is), visit charming medieval towns, take cooking classes (which are a *must* - trust me), or just wander the property, communing with nature (and the grape vines). You could also drink endless glasses of wine and develop serious, long-lasting relationships with the local cats. There are a few things to do, but the best one is to do absolutely nothing! This is the perfect place to truly relax and enjoy the slow pace of life!
Is it kid-friendly? My offspring are a little… rambunctious.
Hmmmm. Kid-friendly. That's a tricky one. Nonna Rana loves children, absolutely, in her own way. She'll probably pinch their cheeks and feed them more gelato than is humanly possible. But let's be honest, she's also running a family home, not a daycare. *Rambunctious* children might find themselves… gently steered away from certain antique vases, or perhaps encouraged to spend more time outside than inside. The vibe is relaxed, but remember, this is a place where *respect* is an unspoken rule. It depends on how well-behaved your "offspring" are. If they're capable of appreciating the beauty of quiet time or can be relied upon to leave the grape vines alone.
Can you tell us about the Wine? It seems to be an integral part of the experience...
Oh, the wine. *Deep breath*. The wine... It's… it's not just a beverage, you see. It's a lifestyle. It's a conversation starter. It's a comfort. It's a… liquid hug. Nonna Rana's wine is, well, it's robust. It’s honest. It’s *real*. It tastes like sunshine, and old stories, and rolling hills. It makes you forget your troubles, makes you laugh a little harder, and probably makes you say things you wouldn't normally say. (Don't ask me). And there's plenty of it. It flows like… well, like wine. Be prepared to embrace the afternoon nap as a *necessary* part of the experience. I may or may not have accidentally poured a bottle of it into my cereal one morning. Don't judge. Blame the wine. I still miss its tangy, beautiful taste. Absolutely embrace the wine… and buy a bigger suitcase for the return.
What was your *favorite* thing about being there? (Besides the wine, of course...)
Okay, this is it. This is where I get all teary-eyed, or start waffling about existentialism. My *favorite* thing... It wasn't the food (though the food was a religious experience). It wasn't the rolling hills (though they were undeniably beautiful). It was… waking up each morning, and feeling like I belonged. Like I was part of a family. Even though I didn't speak perfect Italian. Even though I made a complete fool of myself during the cooking class (Hotel Bliss Search
