Escape to Paradise: La Dolce Vita, Esterillos Oeste, Costa Rica
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because we're about to dive headfirst into the messy, beautiful, sun-kissed chaos that is Escape to Paradise: La Dolce Vita in Esterillos Oeste, Costa Rica. Forget the perfectly-curated travel blogs, I'm here to give you the real dirt, the good, the bad, and the downright hilarious, all while trying to decipher what the heck "Access" actually means in a hotel review. Let's go!
First Impressions & Accessibility: Can You Actually Escape?
So, getting there. That’s always the first hurdle, right? I gotta be honest, my inner travel gremlin started whispering dire warnings about bumpy roads and lost luggage when I first started planning the trip. But, hey, it's Costa Rica, and even the bad roads are part of the adventure. The drive down from the airport wasn't too bad! Which is a good start. Airport Transfer? [Getting around- Airport transfer] They got it. Phew. Okay, a tiny win.
Now, "Accessibility." Ugh. The bane of my existence! I'm not super mobile, myself. I’m not in a wheelchair, but I do have some mobility issues. So, when I saw "Facilities for disabled guests" on the list, my eyebrows shot up. [Services and conveniences- Facilities for disabled guests]. I'm thinking, "Okay, show me the ramp, show me the wide doors, don't let me have to ask for a "special something"!" I didn't get a chance to see it myself, but from what I glimpsed, there are definitely some level changes. I recommend calling ahead and clearly specifying your needs. Don't be shy! Push them! They have to be good but always double-check with the hotel directly. Let them prove it, and confirm with the hotel staff directly before booking.
Internet, Glorious Internet! (And Where Are the LAN Parties?)
Alright, let's talk about the digital lifeline, because, let's face it, we're all addicted. The good news is, Escape to Paradise seems to be on the ball with the Wi-Fi. [Internet, Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!,]. You'll be getting Wi-Fi. [Internet access - wireless] And, according to the list, there's even "Internet access – LAN" in the rooms. **[Available in all rooms- Internet access – LAN] ** LAN? Seriously?! In this day and age?! Okay, maybe they are catering toward some specific crowd who prefer a good LAN party, which is cool. The list also says: [Internet] [Internet services] I'm hoping this means internet actually works, because nothing ruins a vacation faster than a buffering video call. Check on arrival.
Food, Glorious Food! (Or, My Stomach's Adventure)
Okay, I will say, the food situation here is fascinating. They have a lot of options, from Asian to Western. [Dining, drinking, and snacking- Asian cuisine in restaurant, Western cuisine in restaurant] [Dining, drinking, and snacking- Asian breakfast, Western breakfast] I’m not the pickiest, but I do like variety! [Dining, drinking, and snacking- Alternative meal arrangement] Breakfast is a buffet [Dining, drinking, and snacking- Breakfast [buffet], Buffet in restaurant]. That can be hit or miss for me. But apparently, if all else fails, you can get breakfast in your room. [Cleanliness and safety- Breakfast in room]
Now, the restaurants! [Dining, drinking, and snacking- Restaurants]. There's a lot of menu items. [Dining, drinking, and snacking- A la carte in restaurant, Salad in restaurant, Soup in restaurant, Desserts in restaurant] There are several restaurants to choose from. And don't worry, if you're feeling lazy, there's 24-hour room service! [Dining, drinking, and snacking- Room service [24-hour]] I like that very, very much. My advice? Try everything. Everything. And maybe book a spa appointment to work it all off later…
Spa Bliss (And My Near-Death Experience with a Cucumber)
Okay, this is where it gets really good. The spa! [Ways to relax- Spa, Spa/sauna] This is my happy place. They have a ton of options. Body scrubs? Check [ways to relax- Body scrub]. Body wraps? Yep [ways to relax- Body wrap]. Massage? Absolutely [ways to relax- Massage]. Sauna, steam room, the works! [ways to relax- Sauna, Steamroom]
Okay, let me tell you a tale. I booked a couples massage. (I travelled with a friend, we each got one). The masseuse, bless her heart, was a wizard. I felt like all my knots were finally unraveling. Then… the cucumber. They put cucumber slices on my eyes. Classic, right? I'm lying there, feeling totally relaxed, and BAM! A tiny, rogue, piece of cucumber slips off my face and almost went down my throat. Almost. I started choking! I started panicking. My therapist didn't notice at first, she was like, "relaxo relaxo!" I finally start waving my arms and making choking noises. Oh, I swear, if I was in a different country on this side of the globe, I'd probably have died. That’s when one of the staff, noticing the commotion, rushed over, gave me a swift pat on the back, and saved my life. After that, everything was perfect.
Oh, but here is a BIG WARNING. Make sure you ask the staff the ingredients of everything you're about to consume.
Cleanliness and Safety: The Anti-Viral Warriors!
Alright, let's talk about the serious stuff. Cleanliness and safety are critical. [Cleanliness and safety] This place seems to get it. They're using anti-viral cleaning products, have hand sanitiser, and even have a doctor/nurse on call. [Cleanliness and safety- Anti-viral cleaning products, Doctor/nurse on call, Hand sanitizer] Everything is individually wrapped. [Cleanliness and safety- Individually-wrapped food options] The staff appears to be trained, and there’s a system of physical distancing, and rooms are sanitized. [Cleanliness and safety- Staff trained in safety protocol, Rooms sanitized between stays] Good on 'em!
Things to Do (Besides Just Existing in Paradise)
Swimming? Check! [ways to relax- Swimming pool, Swimming pool [outdoor]] A pool with a view? Double check! [ways to relax- Pool with view] Work out? Also check! [ways to relax- Fitness center, Gym/fitness] [ways to relax- Foot bath]
The Verdict: Escape to Paradise: La Dolce Vita – Worth the Trip?
Absolutely. Even with my near-death cucumber experience and the slight worry about access. The staff is really nice. The food can be amazing. The spa is a must-do. And the overall vibe is pure Costa Rican Pura Vida – laid-back, friendly, and full of life.
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- It offers real value: A free bonus is a great incentive.
- It creates urgency: This offer is limited.
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La Dolce Vita (and a Few Espresso-Induced Panic Attacks) in Esterillos Oeste: My Messy, Awesome Itinerary
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your meticulously planned, Instagram-filtered travel guide. This is the REAL DEAL. This is me, stumbling through paradise, fueled by bad decisions and the desperate hope for a perfect wave. Welcome to my Esterillos Oeste disaster…I mean, adventure.
Day 1: Arrival & Avocado-Induced Bliss (and a Bit of Existential Dread)
- Morning (6:00 AM): Arrived in Costa Rica. Took a shuttle to Esterillos Oeste. I'm already sweating. I packed way too many pants. Why?! Why do I do this to myself?
- Mid-Morning (9:00 AM): Check into my Airbnb (Casa Luna, if you're interested – it's got a fantastic balcony, even if the air conditioning sounds like a perpetually angry lawnmower). The view? Chef's kiss. The promise of sun and surf? Irresistible.
- Late Morning (10:00 AM): Grocery store run. This is where it all started. I envisioned myself whipping up gourmet meals. Instead, I bought a kilo of avocados. A kilo. I'm pretty sure I'm going to turn green by the end of this trip.
- Lunch (12:00 PM): First avocado devoured. Also, a beer. The heat is oppressive. I'm already questioning my life choices. Should I have gone to Iceland?
- Afternoon (2:00 PM): Beach time! Finally. The sand is black, the waves are gnarly, and I’m pretty sure I just witnessed a guy get his board absolutely destroyed. Makes my beginner skills feel… less pathetic. More like, "I'm not the ONLY one about to get eaten by the ocean!"
- Late Afternoon (5:00 PM): Sunset beers and a ridiculously delicious ceviche at a beachside shack. Life is good. Almost too good. Suspiciously good.
- Evening (7:00 PM): Dinner at that local restaurant. Fell into a conversation with a surfer dude. I tried to sound cool, totally failed. Turns out, he's a local who's been surfing these waves since he could walk. Humble pie, served with a side of gallo pinto. Exhausted. Maybe that beer wasn't such a good idea…
Day 2: The Surf Lesson That Almost Killed Me (and My Ego)
- Morning (7:00 AM): Surfing lesson. Oh, the shame. The early wake up, the reef-walk in those stupid booties, the burning sun…and the absolute humiliation. I consider myself relatively coordinated, but I spent most of the time getting pummeled by waves. My instructor, bless his patience, looked like he wanted to cry.
- Mid-Morning (9:00 AM): Washed up on the beach, feeling like a beached whale. I've swallowed half the Pacific. My ego is currently residing in the ocean floor.
- Late Morning (10:00 AM): Second attempt. Better! I stood up… for about two seconds. Success! (Well, sort of.) I'll take any win I can get.
- Lunch (12:00 PM): More avocado, trying to console myself. Also, a huge plate of rice and beans. Carbo-loading for another session… or just to make me feel better.
- Afternoon (2:00 PM): Back in the water, determined to conquer the waves. More thrashing. More swallowing. I finally caught a tiny wave and rode it for three glorious seconds. Victory! (Okay, maybe a small victory.)
- Late Afternoon (5:00 PM): Passed out on the beach, exhausted and deliriously happy. (Sunburn is inevitable.) The ocean is so beautiful. I think I'm in love and I'm exhausted.
- Evening (7:00 PM): Finally made it to the grocery. I try to buy some veggies to make a salad. Nope, no salads. The avocado is not a salad. Eat more avocados in the dark.
Day 3: A Journey to Manuel Antonio (and Maybe Some Regret)
- Morning (7:00 AM): Dragged myself out of bed. The aftermath of surfing is real. My entire body aches. My brain is still tasting saltwater.
- Mid-Morning (9:00 AM): Decided to venture out. Went to the bus station. Decided to go to Manuel Antonio National Park. The bus ride was… an experience. (Think: heat, winding roads, screaming kids, and questionable driving skills.)
- Late Morning (11:00 AM): Arrived in Manuel Antonio. The crowds were insane. The monkeys were cute, I'll give them that. And the beach? Stunning. But the sheer number of tourists…I felt like a sardine in a can.
- Lunch (1:00 PM): Lunch at a restaurant overlooking the ocean. Food was… okay. The view was magnificent, but the price tag made me wince.
- Afternoon (2:00 PM): Did a hike through the park. Saw sloths! And a whole bunch of other animals that made me question my ability to identify anything. I think I saw a squirrel, for sure.
- Late Afternoon (4:00 PM): Took a swim in the ocean. The water was crystal clear. But the feeling I got? Definitely worth it.
- Evening (7:00 PM): The bus ride back to Esterillos Oeste… even more chaotic than the ride there. The sunset was gorgeous. But was Manuel Antonio worth it? Maybe. Probably not. Next time, I'm staying put and surfing. Also, I have three more avocados.
Day 4: Repeat of Day 2, But WITH Less Shame
(I'm just going to write what I wrote above for day 2, because, honestly, that's what this day was.)
- Morning (7:00 AM): Surfing lesson. Oh, the shame. The early wake up, the reef-walk in those stupid booties, the burning sun…and the absolute humiliation. I consider myself relatively coordinated, but I spent most of the time getting pummeled by waves. My instructor, bless his patience, looked like he wanted to cry.
- Mid-Morning (9:00 AM): Washed up on the beach, feeling like a beached whale. I've swallowed half the Pacific. My ego is currently residing in the ocean floor.
- Late Morning (10:00 AM): Second attempt. Better! I stood up… for about two seconds. Success! (Well, sort of.) I'll take any win I can get.
- Lunch (12:00 PM): More avocado, trying to console myself. Also, a huge plate of rice and beans. Carbo-loading for another session… or just to make me feel better.
- Afternoon (2:00 PM): Back in the water, determined to conquer the waves. More thrashing. More swallowing. I finally caught a tiny wave and rode it for three glorious seconds. Victory! (Okay, maybe a small victory.)
- Late Afternoon (5:00 PM): Passed out on the beach, exhausted and deliriously happy. (Sunburn is inevitable.) The ocean is so beautiful. I think I'm in love and I'm exhausted.
- Evening (7:00 PM): Finally made it to the grocery. I try to buy some veggies to make a salad. Nope, no salads. The avocado is not a salad. Eat more avocados in the dark.
Day 5: Departure (and the Promise of Future Adventures)
- Morning (7:00 AM): Woke up with a final, glorious sunrise. I'm somehow both incredibly exhausted and deeply rejuvenated.
- Mid-Morning (9:00 AM): Packing… the dreaded task. Still have a kilo of avocados. Seriously, what am I going to do with them? Eat them on the plane?
- Late Morning (10:00 AM): One last walk on the beach. Said a tearful goodbye to the waves that (almost) broke me.
- Lunch (12:00 PM): One last ceviche, fueled by a huge helping of nostalgia.
- Afternoon (1:00 PM): Shuttle to the airport. Reflecting on the trip… it wasn't perfect. It was messy. It was frustrating. I got sunburnt. I almost drowned. But it was
So, like, what *is* this even about?
Ugh, good question. Honestly? I'm kinda making it up as I go along. This is for... well, let's just say "stuff." Think nagging questions, things I've googled at 3 AM with shaky hands, and random thoughts that pop into my brain when I'm trying to focus on, you know, *life*. It could be about anything. Absolutely anything. Like, did you ever wonder if squirrels judge us? Because I do. Constantly. Anyway, let's just call it a "mixed bag of existential dread and questionable sanity." Sound good?
Are you qualified to answer *anything*?
Qualified? Honey, I barely manage to keep my plants alive. Let's just say I have a healthy relationship with Google and a truly unhealthy one with procrastination. So, no. Probably not. But, you know, I'm *here*! I've got opinions like I've got… well, a lot of opinions. And that counts for something, right? I will admit one thing: I've spent an embarrassing amount of time down rabbit holes researching *stuff* because a random thought popped into my head. Like, once, I spent three days figuring out the best way to make a perfect cup of coffee. Three days! I needed that caffeine the entire time. Seriously, I don't know what I'm saying anynore.
Why are you doing this? Like, seriously, *why*?
Okay, deep breaths. This is the vulnerable part. Truthfully, this whole thing is just me… processing. Trying to make sense of this chaotic world, the random thoughts that bounce around my brain, and maybe, *maybe,* feel a little less alone in the process. Also, I'm a total overthinker, and if I don't write this stuff down, it'd probably all consume me. I recently lost my favorite mug. It had a picture of a sloth that said "Today is a good day." I can't find a replacement. The injustice of it all! So, yeah, I'm also probably trying to distract myself from that. Send help (and sloth mugs).
Alright, specific questions. Let's start with… life. What's your deal?
Oh, *life*. That big, messy, complicated thing. My "deal?" Well, I'm trying my best. I'm a work in progress, a perpetual student, and a professional overthinker. I like coffee, books, and dogs more than most people. I think kindness is the most important thing, and I try (key word: *try*) to be a good person. Look, I'm a flawed human being. I mess up, I second-guess myself, and I occasionally eat an entire pint of ice cream to avoid doing the dishes. No judging, okay?
What's your biggest pet peeve?
Oh, where do I even begin? I have so many. People who chew with their mouths open, slow walkers on narrow sidewalks, and those stupid automated phone systems that ask you to press "1 for English" then immediately dump you into a hold queue. But honestly? The absolute *worst* is when people say "it is what it is." Like, great profound insight, Einstein. Thanks for that absolutely helpful piece of wisdom! I just want to scream into the void.
What's your favorite thing to do?
Reading! Hands down. I could spend my entire life curled up with a good book. It's my escape, my happy place, my sanity preserver. The feeling of cracking open a new book (or, you know, a well-loved, dog-eared one) is just... *chef's kiss*. I'm currently reading like five different books. Probably more. I need to stop buying books, but I just can't do it.
What's something you're *not* good at?
Okay, buckle up. I'm terrible at... well, everything. Okay, maybe not *everything*. But I am truly, epically terrible at keeping my desk clean. It's a disaster zone. It's like a paper and pen vortex. I can't resist the urge to collect pens. The color types, the thickness of the tips, the way they write. Don't even get me *started* on getting organized because I am going to fail immediately. Oh, and I can't cook to save my life. My dog probably eats better food than me.
So, you sound… a little chaotic. Is that, like, the vibe?
Chaotic is a *kind* descriptor. Honestly, I'm a walking, talking, highly caffeinated paradox. I crave order and structure, but I thrive in the beautiful mess of life. I overthink everything, from the proper way to fold a fitted sheet to the meaning of life. I'm a constant work in progress. I'm also fiercely loyal, deeply empathetic, and always, *always* trying to learn and grow. Do I have it together? Mostly not. Do I embrace the chaos? Absolutely.
Ever had a truly embarrassing moment? Spill the beans!
Oh, dear god. Where do I even begin? There was the time I tripped and face-planted right in front of my crush in high school. Classic. But I think the winner has to be the time I accidentally called my boss "Mom." On a conference call. With the entire team. I still cringe just thinking about it. I'm pretty sure my face turned the same color as my desk lamp. The horror! The sheer, utter mortification! I wanted the ground to swallow me whole. I wanted a time machine. I wanted a new life. So yeah, that one's up there. But you know, you learn to laugh at yourself eventually. Or you just develop a very dark sense of humor to cope...
What's one thing you've learned recently?
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