Escape to Paradise: Antico Torchio Apartment, Oliveto Lario
Escape to Paradise: Antico Torchio Apartment - Oliveto Lario. Or, How I Found My Sanity (and Lost My Socks) in Italy
Okay, listen up. You're stressed, right? Work's a grind, the kids are a hurricane, and your significant other… well, let’s just say they’re probably more "significant" than "other" at this point. You need out. You need… escape. And that, my friend, is where Escape to Paradise: Antico Torchio Apartment, Oliveto Lario comes in. Forget the picture-perfect, Instagram-filtered version. This is real. This is Italy. And this is where I, a completely frazzled individual, found my lost socks (and my lost sanity, more importantly).
First things first: Accessibility. Look, I need things easy. I’m not scaling mountains on this vacation. While I didn't explicitly need it, the elevator was a godsend after a long day of wandering. And knowing they have facilities for disabled guests is a HUGE win for inclusivity. It means they care.
Now, the good stuff. Let's talk relaxation. Or, rather, my obsession with the pool with a view. Forget the beach. Forget the crowds. This pool… this pool was my therapist. Imagine: crystal-clear water, the shimmering expanse of Lake Como stretching before you, and the mountains… oh, the mountains! I spent hours just floating, staring at the sky, and trying (and failing) to solve the world’s problems. Bonus points: the poolside bar was strategically placed, offering everything from Aperol Spritzes (essential) to kid-friendly mocktails (for my "other" half, who I dragged along to this thing).
And speaking of the "other half"… we all know that good food is the key to a happy relationship, right? Well, Dining, drinking, and snacking at Antico Torchio was an absolute triumph. Forget those bland hotel buffets. While there was a breakfast [buffet] which was decent, what really blew me away was the a la carte in restaurant. The pasta? Chef's kiss. The views? Even better. I sampled almost everything, and I'm not ashamed. The Coffee/tea in restaurant was always fresh, and I'm a huge fan of the bar for a quick drink after a long day of swimming (or when your partner is doing something you don't want to participate in, which is often the case). They even had a vegetarian restaurant option, which was a game-changer for my partner. (She’s a saint, that one.)
Let me tell you a story: I showed up at the pool one afternoon, ready to conquer the world. And my socks? Gone. Vanished into the ether. I searched everywhere. Under the sunbeds. In the bushes. In my own damn mind. Where were the socks?! I almost had a complete meltdown. Then, I took a deep breath, grabbed a seat at the poolside bar, ordered a Negroni, and just… let it go. Honestly, the world didn't end without my socks. The Aperol Spritzes helped.
And the best part? The staff. They're genuinely lovely. There's staff trained in safety protocols and daily disinfection in common areas, which made me feel safe in these chaotic times, and I was happy to not worry about the pandemic. The fact they had hand sanitizer everywhere. I never worried about getting sick. The check-in/out [private] made things seamless.
Rooms? Oh yeah. Available in all rooms?: Free Wi-Fi! And air conditioning! It's Italy, people – it gets hot. The non-smoking rooms were perfect. The apartment itself was gorgeous, with that old-world charm I crave. The bathrobes were fluffy, the complimentary tea and coffee was a godsend for those early mornings, and the coffee/tea maker gave us a chance to make our own coffee and tea. The extra long bed meant that I didn't have to fight my partner for sleeping space. The mini bar was well-stocked. The desk was perfect for writing my thoughts and taking notes. And there was a window that opens! The soundproofing was also nice, which meant I could have a nap when I got back from the bar :)
Things to note that I did not use ( but they have): I didn't dive into the fitness center (hello, vacation!), but the fact it's there is a plus. Didn't need a babysitting service, but good to know if you've got little ones. Didn't use the spa, but the idea of a massage is tempting (next time, for sure). Also, I'm not one for a shrine or seminars, but hey, whatever floats your boat.
Cleanliness and safety are a HUGE deal these days. They get it. The Anti-viral cleaning products are good. Room sanitization opt-out available? Brilliant. The safe dining setup was reassuring, and all the sanitizing and distancing felt good.
Things I loved: The terrace, the views, the feeling of being utterly, completely, blissfully away from it all. The location is perfect for exploring Lake Como. They offer airport transfer, and they have car park [free of charge] if you drive yourself to this place.
Why You Should Book This Place: Because you're tired. Because you need a break. Because you deserve a taste of la dolce vita. Because Antico Torchio is not just a hotel; it's an experience. It's a reset button for your soul.
Here's the deal: Seriously, just book it. Stop reading reviews. Stop comparing prices. Just. Book. It. You deserve it. And maybe, just maybe, while you're there, you'll find your socks. Or at least, you'll forget about them, which is almost the same thing.
Offer:
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Okay, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your glossy, Instagram-perfect travel guide. This is real life, Italy edition, and we're heading to the Antico Torchio Apartment in Oliveto Lario. Get ready for the glorious mess.
Day 1: Arrival & The Great Luggage Debacle (aka My First Italian Breakdown)
- 8:00 AM – 10:00 AM: Flight from… well, it’s not important. Let's just say it involved a screaming baby, questionable airport coffee, and the unwavering belief that my carry-on was totally going to fit. (Spoiler alert: it didn't. And now it's in some obscure cargo hold in… elsewhere.) I've already started to feel the "holiday magic," right?
- 10:00 AM – 12:00 PM: Landing. The sun is glorious, finally. Breathe in the European air. Breathe… wait, where's my other suitcase?! Did the airline eat it? I'm picturing a tiny Italian man in a striped shirt, gleefully stuffing my clothes into a giant pasta machine. This is going to be a trip, alright.
- 12:00 PM – 2:00 PM: Train to Como. The train is surprisingly clean, and the views are already stunning. I’m trying to hold on to that feeling, because that suitcase. I’m sending frantic emails to the airline, which, let’s be honest, is basically yelling into the void. Is this a sign? Am I meant to live in flowing linen pants for the next two weeks?
- 2:00 PM – 4:00 PM: Bus to Oliveto Lario. Okay, the bus is… intimate. Let's just say personal space doesn't factor into the Italian definition of "crowded." But the scenery! The lake glistens, the mountains rise up… I keep muttering "breathtaking" under my breath, which, admittedly, is probably annoying to the elderly couple beside me.
- 4:00 PM – 5:00 PM: Check-in at the Antico Torchio. The apartment is charming! Stone walls, a balcony with a view… it’s even better than the photos. Except… no suitcase. I’m already envisioning myself having to buy a whole new wardrobe. Possibly in the least fashionable items possible. (I blame the missing luggage not the lack of fashion sense in the first place. )
- 5:00 PM – 7:00 PM: Wander around Oliveto Lario. Find a tiny, tiny local store and buy a toothbrush, toothpaste, and some emergency pasta. Because you know, priorities. The shopkeeper, a woman with a face that's seen a thousand stories, seems amused by my frantic energy. I’m starting to realize the Italian’s are the best. She gave me the most delicious biscotti!
- 7:00 PM – 9:00 PM: Dinner at a local trattoria (name withheld to protect the innocent, but it was probably the only one). Spaghetti aglio e olio. Simple. Delicious. And devoured in near silence. Mainly because I'm still traumatized about the suitcase. Plus, exhaustion. First day done. I think I’ve managed to go through the whole gamut of emotions in one day.
Day 2: Lake Life & The Art of Doing Nothing (aka Finding My Zen… Sort Of)
- 9:00 AM – 10:00 AM: Wake up in the glorious light! Or at least the light that’s not blocked by the window. Breakfast on the balcony. Biscotti (thank you, kind shopkeeper!), leftover pasta (don't judge!), and a strong coffee. The lake is even more beautiful in the morning. Maybe my missing suitcase is a blessing in disguise. Maybe.
- 10:00 AM – 1:00 PM: Attempt to be a "chill traveler." Walk along the lake. Find a perfect sun-drenched spot. Read a book (stolen from my friend’s suitcase, which actually DID arrive.) Listen to the water lapping. Actually relax! This is where all those magazines were right about Italy!
- 1:00 PM – 2:00 PM: Lunch: Panini from a local paninoteca on the lake’s edge. Pure perfection… and much easier to manage than fancy restaurant.
- 2:00 PM – 4:00 PM: Rent a boat. I’m not a confident boat person, but hey, it’s Italy! How bad can it be? (Famous last words.) It was… actually pretty amazing. The water is so clear. I feel like I'm in a postcard. There's something so ridiculously satisfying about zooming around on the lake. I’m singing badly to myself.
- 4:00 PM – 6:00 PM: Back to the apartment to rehydrate (important!) and find a decent cafe. Stroll through the village, getting lost on purpose. The architecture is gorgeous. These old buildings just make you feel like you're in another time!
- 6:00 PM – 8:00 PM: Aperitivo at a bar by the lake. Aperol Spritz! (Or, you know, three). Seriously, they are the best. And those little snacks they give you? Heaven. This whole "pre-dinner drink with snacks" thing is a brilliant Italian invention. I love this country.
- 8:00 PM – onwards: Dinner again. This time, try a different restaurant. Freshly made pasta, and a glass of local wine. Still no suitcase, but who cares? I’m in Italy! I’m half-convinced I could survive on pizza, pasta, and Aperol Spritz alone. And I’m beginning to think that might not be such a bad way to live. Tomorrow..more adventures.
Day 3: The Great Pizza Quest & The Moment I Fell in Love (with Pizza… and Italy)
- 9:00 AM – 10:00 AM: Attempt a walk along the lake before breakfast. Get distracted by a bakery. Buy a croissant. Eat the croissant. Realize I need more coffee. Start the day the only way I know how: with chaos and carbs.
- 10:00 AM – 1:00 PM: Today, the mission: Find the perfect pizza. Armed with a local’s recommendation, I set off on a mini-adventure. It takes about 30 minutes to walk around.
- 1:00 PM – 2:00 PM: The pizza place is small, family-run, and smells like pure, unadulterated heaven. The pizza chef, a guy with flour dusting his hair and a smile that could melt glaciers, is a work of art. He makes pizza with passion. I order a Margherita. Simple, classic. Expecting to wait, but it’s out so quick!
- 2:00 PM – 3:00 PM: The first bite. The crust is thin and crispy, the sauce is tangy, the mozzarella melts in your mouth. It's… indescribable. It's perfect. It’s a religious experience. I close my eyes, savoring every bite. Pure bliss.
- 3:00 PM – 4:00 PM: Sit and eat the whole pizza. (Don’t judge me!). Engage in a conversation with the pizza-maker, using about 3 words of Italian and a lot of enthusiastic pointing. He finds it utterly hilarious. I’m laughing too. My face is covered in sauce. I don’t care.
- 4:00 PM – 6:00 PM: Stroll back to the apartment in a pizza-induced stupor. The sun feels warmer. The air smells sweeter. The world is a beautiful, cheesy place. Stop for gelato. Because, you know, balance.
- 6:00 PM – 8:00 PM: Attempt to channel my inner artist. Sit on the balcony with a sketchbook. (My drawing skills are questionable, but I'll give it a shot.) The view is inspiring. I'm suddenly filled with this overwhelming feeling of joy. Italy, you are beautiful.
- 8:00 PM – Onwards: Pizza again? Maybe. Or maybe just another pizza-fueled nap before a different Italian dinner. And maybe, just maybe, my suitcase will show up tomorrow. But even if it doesn’t… I'm starting to think I’m going to be okay.
And so on…
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