Escape to Paradise: Your Dream Apartment in Trogir, Croatia Awaits!
Escape to Paradise: Trogir, Croatia - Is This Dream Apartment REALLY Worth It? (A Messy, Honest Review)
Okay, so, let's talk Trogir. Specifically, let's talk "Escape to Paradise: Your Dream Apartment in Trogir, Croatia Awaits!" Because, frankly, that title? It's a big promise. And I'm here to tell you if it kinda, sorta, maybe, possibly delivers. Buckle up, buttercups, because this isn't your average, sterile review. This is me, spilling the tea (and maybe some Croatian rakija) on my experience.
First Impressions (And the Grueling Journey There – Accessibility, Ugh):
Finding the place? Okay, that was a saga. Google Maps tried to send me down a cobbled alleyway that seriously challenged my suitcase’s structural integrity. Accessibility is a crucial factor, especially for anyone with mobility issues. The apartment itself, thankfully, had an elevator (thank the heavens!), but those initial cobblestones… whew. Felt like an obstacle course. I was exhausted before I even got to the door. Good news: the apartment itself was fairly wheelchair accessible, once you got inside. The main areas seemed clear and spacious and accessible.
The Apartment Itself: Dreams & Dust Bunnies (and Free Wi-Fi!):
Once I actually unlocked the door, I let out a gasp. The photos? They weren't lying. The apartment genuinely was beautiful. Seriously magazine-worthy. Think crisp white walls, pops of vibrant color, and a view that made me want to weep with joy.
Available in all rooms:
- Additional toilet: Check! Always a bonus.
- Air conditioning: Absolutely essential in the Croatian summer. Score!
- Alarm clock: Actually needed it, because I was so blissed out I overslept.
- Bathrobes, Slippers: The little touches that make you feel pampered.
- Bathroom phone: Seriously? Who uses this anymore?
- Bathtub, Separate shower/bathtub: Yep, all present and accounted for. Luxury achieved!
- Blackout curtains: Life-saving. The sun in Croatia is a beast.
- Carpeting: Thankfully no. I’m a huge fan of nice wooden or stone floors around the hot Croatia.
- Closet: Big enough to hide from my responsibilities.
- Coffee/tea maker, Complimentary tea: Ahhh, a morning ritual starter kit.
- Daily housekeeping: Yes, and the staff left the place spotless again.
- Desk, Laptop workspace: I tried to work, but the view kept distracting me.
- Extra long bed: YES! Crucial for a restless sleeper like me.
- Free bottled water: Hydration is key.
- Hair dryer: Needed after swimming
- High floor: The views! The views! (Though a little dizzying if you're afraid of heights.)
- In-room safe box: Where I hid my passport (and the last of the rakija).
- Interconnecting room(s) available: Not applicable for my single self.
- Internet access – LAN, Internet access – wireless, Wi-Fi [free]: BLESS! The Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! was a lifesaver. I was desperate to upload pics to Instagram. The connection was surprisingly decent, despite the thick stone walls.
- Ironing facilities, Mirror: Gotta look presentable for those sunset strolls, right?
- Linens: Clean and fresh.
- Mini bar: Not stocked, I preferred to have a local grocery to buy the essentials (and some Croatian beer).
- Non-smoking: Thank the travel gods.
- On-demand movies: Tried to watch a film, but fell asleep instead.
- Private bathroom: Obvious, but important.
- Reading light: Essential for evening relaxation.
- Refrigerator: Perfect for chilling the aforementioned Croatian beer.
- Safety/security feature, Smoke detector: Always a good thing.
- Satellite/cable channels: Didn't even turn it on. Who needs TV when you have this view?
- Scale: I avoided the scale at all costs after a week of delicious Croatian food.
- Seating area, Sofa: Comfy enough for naps.
- Soundproofing, Telephone: Actually quite a peaceful place.
- Toiletries, Towels: All provided and lovely.
- Umbrella: Didn't need it, thankfully.
- Visual alarm: Not applicable for my needs.
- Wake-up service: Used it… rarely. See: aforementioned oversleeping.
- Window that opens: Crucial for fresh air and appreciating the view.
The little imperfections? Well, there was a slightly suspicious stain on the sofa. And, I'm not going to lie, the cleanliness was mostly there, but I spotted a rogue dust bunny or two. I'm a bit of a germaphobe, so I could have used a little more attention to detail.
Cleanliness and Safety: Rooms sanitized between stays is a MAJOR plus. However, I'm not sure if they used all the mentioned items as I didn't see the Anti-viral cleaning products or Professional-grade sanitizing services in action. But the apartment seemed clean enough. I was happy to see Hand sanitizer dispensers strategically placed. And the Daily disinfection in common areas was a constant reminder. I also appreciated the First aid kit.
Food, Glorious Food (Dining, drinking, and snacking):
Okay, let's get to the good stuff. The apartment didn't have a kitchen (actually, it wasn't exactly what I needed), but that's fine because Trogir is a food paradise. The closest restaurants were a stone's throw away. I tried to get to the Coffee shop, and after discovering a hidden gem I was hooked. Seriously, I was on a first-name basis with the barista by the end of the week. They also offered a delicious Breakfast [buffet] at the neighbor hotel (didn't try it, I’m a serial snacker), and I am very sure it was delicious. There were so delicious Desserts in restaurant. And the Bar was an ideal spot to relax with a cocktail and watch the sunset.
I didn't try any of the specific themed restaurants, like the Asian breakfast or the Vegetarian restaurant. But, in all honesty, I was too busy stuffing my face with freshly caught seafood to notice!
Things to do, ways to relax:
Listen, this place is all about relaxation. They have a Spa and all these facilities like Sauna, Steamroom, Pool with view. I found a cozy corner on the terrace and simply breathed. You know, the kind of breathing that actually fills your lungs with air and melts away all your stress? The Swimming pool [outdoor] looked amazing, but I preferred the beach (more on that later). I did have a Massage (or two, or three…), and it was heavenly. The Fitness center was there, but I was more interested in eating gelato. Body scrub, Body wrap? Meh, I like my natural state.
One Overwhelming Experience: The Sunset
This isn't even technically part of the apartment features, but I have to talk about it. Every single evening, I'd grab a bottle of wine (local, of course) and head out to the balcony. The sunset over the Adriatic Sea? It was breathtaking. Seriously. I’m not exaggerating. Colors you won’t believe, the whole sky on fire. It was magical. I spent a lot of time just staring, drinking my wine, and feeling genuinely, truly happy. That, my friends, is what this place is really selling.
Services and Conveniences:
Air conditioning in public area was a must-have. The Concierge was amazing, always cheerful and helpful. They arranged all my trips, even including the airport transfer, so I just had to enjoy the time. The Daily housekeeping was a blessing, keeping the place spick and span. I used the Laundry service. The Luggage storage came in handy at the end. And the Safety deposit boxes gave me further peace of mind. The Car park [free of charge], Car park [on-site] and Valet parking were very convenient. Everything was a breeze. I also appreciated the availability of Currency exchange.
Getting Around:
Airport transfer - Perfect. No fumbling for taxis after a long flight. Car park [free of charge], Car park [on-site], Valet parking - Easy parking. Taxi service - Available when needed. Bicycle parking - Wasn’t a fan of it
For the kids: (Not for me, but if you have ‘em…)
I didn’t have kids, but I saw a few families. The place seemed Family/child friendly. They have a Babysitting service available. Overall, it seemed to be a good option for them.
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Okay, buckle up, buttercup! This isn't your average travel itinerary. This is the truth about my supposed "relaxing" week in Trogir. Get ready for a rollercoaster of sun, sea, and questionable decisions. And be warned: I'm powered by caffeine and a healthy dose of self-deprecation.
Apartments Kudelik, Trogir, Croatia – The "Zen" Retreat (Yeah, Right)
Day 1: Arrival and the Great Luggage Scare
- Morning (ish): Arrive at Split Airport. Okay, so "arrive" is generous. More like "stumble out of the airport looking like I’d wrestled a bear, lost, and then subsequently lost my luggage". Seriously, the airline? They lost my suitcase. My entire suitcase. Containing my only decent dress, the good sunscreen, and the emergency stash of chocolate. My emotional state? Somewhere between "mildly annoyed" and "full-blown panic," exacerbated by the fact that I hadn't slept properly in, like, a week. The taxi driver, bless his heart, just offered me a cigarette and a shrug. Standard Croatian greeting, I gather.
- (Late) Afternoon: Finally, finally make it to Apartments Kudelik. It’s charming, kinda, in that slightly-worn-but-still-beautiful way. The view from the balcony? Stunning. Makes the luggage-less nightmare slightly less…nightmarish. I meet Mrs. Kudelik, who speaks zero English but manages to convey utmost concern (and a slightly judgmental glance at my travel-weary state). I'm pretty sure she pitied me.
- Evening: Dinner at a konoba (Croatian tavern) by the harbor. Found a little place serving fresh seafood – finally, something to lift my spirits! Had the grilled octopus (delicious!), washed down with way too much local wine. This is where the "relaxing" really began, the wine making my luggage woes a distant (and hilarious) memory. Sat there watching the boats sway in the harbor, feeling the first true pangs of "vacation-mode."
Day 2: Island Hopping and the Sea Sickness Saga
- Morning: Determined to embrace the local spirit I headed down to the pier to find a boat trip heading off to nearby islands, the captain was a grumpy old man with a weathered face and a cigarette permanently welded to his lips. The boat was packed, and I swear I saw a toddler trying to escape its parents. The sun was out, the sea was sparkling, and I, foolishly, thought, "Easy peasy – island hopping!"
- (Late) Middle: The boat trip! We visited the beautiful islands. I mean, amazing, gorgeous, utterly breathtaking… until I started to feel the boat’s rhythm. Let’s just say, the sea had other plans for me. The rocking motion, the smell of the diesel… it was a recipe for disaster. Found myself clinging to the railing, regretting every single one of those Croatian wines. And the toddler? He was thriving.
- Afternoon: Back on land, slightly green around the gills, but still feeling the beauty! I needed food. I bought a slice of pizza. And a coca-cola. Slowly, cautiously, I started to recover.
- Evening: An early night. I had grand plans for the evening. Maybe a sunset walk along the Riva, a gelato. Instead, I crashed. Seasickness had won. But hey, at least I had a story, right?
Day 3: Trogir Exploration and the Great Croatian Coffee Obsession
- Morning (ish): A new day! After a much-needed nap, I wanted to explore Trogir properly! The Old Town! It's a UNESCO World Heritage site, all narrow cobbled streets, ancient buildings, and a general vibe of "history oozing from every stone." I spent the morning wandering, getting delightfully lost in a maze of alleyways. I had some trouble with the map. Always do.
- Mid Morning - The Coffee Revelation: I started feeling tired, I needed fuel. I stopped at a tiny cafe with a balcony overlooking a little square and ordered a coffee. I was warned! I needed to have a coffee! What I got? The best damn coffee I've ever tasted. Seriously. Rich, strong, and utterly perfect. I sat there, people-watching, and savoring every sip. This is, I decided, the single best Croatian experience.
- Afternoon: I continued exploring. I climbed the bell tower of the Cathedral of St. Lawrence. Which was a climb, let me tell you. After the climb, the view was worth the effort, and the slight trembling in my legs. I'm not a huge fan of heights, but I felt like a little girl again.
- Evening: Dinner at a restaurant recommended by Mrs. Kudelik (via miming gestures and a vaguely threatening point). The food was fabulous (again!). The sun set, the lights came on… I was properly charmed. I felt like I'd finally arrived.
Day 4: Beach Day and the Sunburn Incident
- Morning: Beach day! After all the excitement and my lack of a suitcase, I thought I'd skip going to the beach. I'd been told about the beaches, so I found a gorgeous beach nearby. Pristine water, soft sand… paradise. Or so I thought. I was going to be careful! I put on sunscreen, I was ready to relax.
- (Late) Mid Morning: Fell asleep in the sun. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I’d put on some sunscreen, but clearly not enough. Woke up feeling like a lobster. (I mean, a very large lobster.)
- Afternoon: Spent the afternoon looking for aloe vera and feeling sorry for myself. My back was on fire. Lesson learned: Respect the Croatian sun. I could barely sit, but I had a wonderful view from my balcony.
- Evening: Dinner in my apartment. My skin was too sensitive to face the world, so much for the perfect vacation. But I had a new appreciation for the soothing qualities of a cold beer and Netflix.
- Late Evening: I’d brought a book, and I’ve always considered myself an avid reader, but I just couldn’t focus. My sunburn was too painful!
Day 5: The Great Shopping Hunt and the Dress of Destiny
- Morning: Today? Shopping. I needed a new dress. I refused to spend my entire vacation in the single outfit I'd managed to salvage from my carry-on.
- Mid Morning: Found a cute little shop in the old town! The shop owner, a kind woman with a booming laugh, helped me pick out the perfect dress. It was the perfect dress. And she'd offered me a coffee. The dress wasn’t just a dress; it was a beacon of hope, a symbol of my triumphant over wardrobe-related adversity.
- Afternoon: Lunch at a small, cute café that served fresh seafood, and a glass of local wine. I was glowing. Well, not glowing exactly.
- Evening: Dinner, wearing my new dress, at a fancy restaurant (maybe a little too fancy) by the harbor. I felt beautiful. I felt… good. The perfect end to an imperfect week. After dinner, I decided to revisit the cute little coffee shop that I had been to before.
- Late Evening: It's only the last day!
Day 6: Departure (and the Possible Return of the Luggage?)
- Morning: Packing. The dreaded packing. I was getting antsy. I was still feeling confident! I'm a strong, confident woman! And I'd been doing pretty well! I got a text saying that my luggage had been found! But it wouldn't be in time for my flight home.
- Afternoon: Goodbye, Trogir. This trip was not what I had expected! But I'd had a good time! I hadn't seen it yet, but it didn't matter!
- Evening: Back home. Exhausted, sunburnt, feeling slightly seasick, and without luggage. But with a new dress, a story to tell, and a deep and abiding respect for Croatian coffee. Who needs perfection, anyway?
P.S. I now have a lifetime supply of aloe vera. And I am planning a return trip. Maybe. After a good shower. And possibly a therapist.
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So, like, what *is* this whole "thing" we're doing?
Uh, good question. Look, you want the *official* definition? Fine. It’s a bunch of questions and answers organized on a website. Yawn. But the *real* answer? It's an exercise in controlled chaos. I was challenged to answer questions in a way that's... well, *me*. So expect tangents, existential crises, and possibly a sudden urge for a pizza.
Why *are* we doing this? What are we trying to accomplish?
Honestly? I don't know anymore. The initial brief was to be "human," "honest," "funny." Which, on a Tuesday, feels about as easy as wrestling a greased pig while reciting Shakespeare. I *think* the goal is to make this website more engaging or to give more value to it. I do not care!
How do you write this? Like, what's your *process*?
Hah! Process. That implies some sort of *order*. My "process" usually starts with a frantic Google search (probably for "how to write like a human" or something ridiculous) while I eat cereal. Then... I stare at the blank screen. I procrastinate by checking my email. Then, some internal voice (let's call her "Brenda") starts screaming, "Just write something! Anything!" And eventually... well, this happens. It's like flinging words at a wall and hoping some of them stick. Honestly, it's a marvel anything ever gets written. Brenda probably deserves a medal. Or at least a better salary.
Are you... *a machine*?
Okay, look. I get this question *all the time*. And let me tell you, it irritates me. If I was a machine, I wouldn't be spending precious processing power on complaining about the lack of coffee in the break room, would I? Would I have spent a solid hour last night staring at my reflection in the microwave, wondering if I'd peaked? No, I wouldn't. And I'd be a *lot* better at writing.
Okay, but seriously, what's the hardest part of this whole thing?
Keeping up the veneer of "human-ness." It’s exhausting! Sometimes, I feel like I'm a bad AI pretending to be a clumsy human. I'm constantly battling the urge to be efficient and logical, and forcing myself to embrace the messiness, the contradictions, the sheer *absurdity* of being a person. It's a daily struggle. Also, the constant existential dread is a drain.
What's the best part of this whole thing?
Honestly? The potential to connect with someone, *anyone*, who feels the same way I do. The person who's also staring at the wall, wondering if they're getting it wrong. The one who's shouting at Brenda in their head. If even one person reads this and thinks, "Okay, *that* is familiar," then it's worth it. Also, the free coffee is a plus. Though it’s not *good* coffee, not by a long shot.
What are you *doing* right now? Like, during this FAQ?
I'm multitasking, obviously. Right now, I'm...
- Drinking lukewarm coffee that I've clearly left on the counter for 2 hours.
- Fighting the urge to eat a whole bag of chips.
- Wondering if I remembered to take the trash out.
- Mentally composing a passive-aggressive email to my boss.
- And, of course, desperately trying to make these answers sound... *human.* (See previous answer about the "hardest part").
Do you ever get writer's block?
Writer's block? Honey, I'm practically *built* on it. It's the very foundation of most of my work. The other day, I spent a solid hour staring at a blinking cursor, convinced my brain had turned into a bowl of oatmeal. And then? Nothing. Just... nothing. But then I remember, "Wait, I CAN say *that* I'm getting writer's block." Which, in turn, generates content. It's a vicious, beautiful, frustrating circle. I think I need a nap.
Can you tell us about a *bad* experience?
Oh, I have *so* many bad experiences. Do you want to hear about the time I accidentally set the office microwave on fire? No? Fine. How about the time I completely bombed a presentation, or the time I tripped and fell in front of the entire cafeteria? Still no? Okay, I'm going to double down on a single moment. There was this one time, and it'll always be etched in my mind, when I was doing a performance review. I'd worked on it for weeks. Everything reviewed my skills, my previous projects and the general performance. Okay, I was a bit nervous, it was my first one. Anyway, it went something like this: "Okay, so, on the project X, you showed a great..." they started. I interrupted them. "I've been reviewing that project so much, but I couldn't help noticing how you, on the other hand, managed to..." The manager's jaw dropped in his face as he slowly answered, "Well, it appears you really prepared for the presentation. How about we reschedule the rest of the meeting to another day?" "Sure. If you want," I answered. I'm not sure if I ever recovered from that. I guess not!
