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Unbelievable Hotel Supermolina Spain: My Brain Dump (aka, The Honest Review You Crave!)
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because I’m about to spill the tea on Unbelievable Hotel Supermolina Spain. Forget those cookie-cutter reviews; this is the unvarnished, slightly chaotic truth, because let’s be real, who actually has time for perfect? I went, I saw, I ate way too much paella, and now I’m here to tell you ALL about it.
First Impressions & The Accessibility Audit (Because, Yes, I Thought of That!)
Right off the bat, let's get the nitty-gritty out of the way: Accessibility. They say it's accessible. We'll get to how true that is later. But let's start with the basics, shall we? They have, what I think is, Facilities for disabled guests…or they claim to! There is an elevator! My grandma would be happy, but I'm a little suspicious. I'll have to fact check that one personally. Important note: Do your OWN recon. Call the hotel directly and grill them about specific needs. Don't just trust my rambling!
Checking In (And Trying Not to Look Like a Disaster)
Contactless check-in/out? Bless. My social anxiety practically sings with relief! The only thing better than not having to make awkward small talk? A speedy exit.
Rooms: My Personal Oasis (Or, How I Accidentally Became Best Friends with the Blackout Curtains)
The rooms? Okay, let's talk. They claim to have Non-smoking rooms, which is great (unless you sneak one on the terrace). I'm still trying to work out whether to believe the Soundproof rooms claim. I suspect they're mostly soundproof as I didn't hear my neighbor's salsa dancing, unless I was too deep into my own (highly embarrassing) solo conga line…
They Available in all rooms: include Air conditioning (essential unless you fancy a swamp-like existence), a Coffee/tea maker (my fuel, my love), Hair dryer (a must for my mane), a Mini bar (temptation personified!), a Private bathroom (thank the heavens), Satellite/cable channels (for those lazy afternoons), and Wi-Fi [free] (hallelujah!).
Wi-Fi: My Love-Hate Relationship
Speaking of Wi-Fi, the Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! is a lie. Okay, maybe not a total lie, but "spotty at best" is more accurate. I spent a significant amount of time doing the little wifi dance, waving my phone at the ceiling like some sort of digital shaman. The Internet [LAN] is a thing, I didn't bother. Internet access – wireless, like Wi-Fi, was a fickle thing. Internet access – LAN? Nah, too much effort. Internet services overall, work in progress. Bottom line: Don't rely on it for anything important. Plan for a digital detox, or bring a very powerful hotspot.
The Bathroom Odyssey (and the Secret to Happiness)
My room had a Separate shower/bathtub. The shower? Glorious! The bathtub? An invitation to a nap. I highly recommend the bathtub nap. The provided Bathrobes and Slippers made me feel like a pampered queen. And the Toiletries? Better than expected. Definitely bring your own conditioner, though – hotel-provided stuff is always suspect, in my experience!.
The Things to Do (and Really Doing Them)
Okay, let's be honest. This hotel's motto should be "Come for the chill, stay for the relaxation".
- Swimming pool [outdoor]: The pool with a view? Breathtaking. I may or may not have spent an entire afternoon reading and drinking frozen cocktails by the pool. Zero regrets. It also has a Poolside bar…
- Spa/sauna: I am not a Sauna person, I didn't go in.
- Fitness center
- Gym/fitness
- Steamroom
Spa: The Highlight (and a Near-Death Experience by Relaxation)
Now, the Spa/Sauna. Oh. My. Gawd. The Massage? Seriously, some of the best hands I've ever had on me. The pressure was perfect, and I drifted off into a state of bliss. The other side of the spa had Body scrub and a Body wrap that I was tempted to try.
Dining: A Carb-Loading Paradise (and Almost Regretting It)
Food. The great love of my life. And Unbelievable Hotel Supermolina, you DID NOT disappoint.
- Restaurants: There are multiple, and they're all pretty good.
- A la carte in restaurant: Good.
- Breakfast [buffet]: The star of the show. I may have sampled every pastry, every type of cheese, and every questionable breakfast meat on offer. Worth. It. (Breakfast service in general is impeccable).
- Restaurants: There is a Vegetarian restaurant…but I may or may not have overlooked it.
- Asian cuisine in restaurant: I love Asian food.
- Poolside bar
- Coffee/tea in restaurant: essential fuel.
- Bar: good bar.
- Happy hour: bless.
- Room service [24-hour]: Ideal for post-spa slothing.
- Snack bar
- Desserts in restaurant
- International cuisine in restaurant
- Western breakfast
Cleanliness & Safety: Did I REALLY Get Sicker?
So, it's 2024, and we're all obsessed with cleanliness. Here's what I noticed:
- Anti-viral cleaning products: Good.
- Daily disinfection in common areas: Seemed legit.
- Hand sanitizer: Everywhere. My hands are currently drier than the Sahara, but hey, at least I'm germ-free!
- Hygiene certification: Check.
- Individually-wrapped food options: Lots of them.
- Rooms sanitized between stays: Hopefully.
- Sanitized kitchen and tableware items: Seemed fine.
- Staff trained in safety protocol: They all seemed to know what they were doing.
The "For the Kids" Situation (Because I Nosey)
- Family/child friendly, of course.
- Babysitting service
- Kids meal
Services & Conveniences: The Little Things That Matter (and Don't Matter)
This is where Unbelievable Hotel Supermolina shines (and occasionally stumbles).
- Concierge: Helpful, friendly.
- Daily housekeeping: My room was always spotless.
- Laundry service
- Luggage storage: Handy for pre- and post-exploring.
- Car park: Free!
- Airport transfer for a fee.
- Dry cleaning
- Air conditioning in public area: crucial.
- Currency exchange
- Cash withdrawal: convenient.
- Elevator: essential.
- Smoking area: if you must.
- Facilities for disabled guests See above.
- Gift/souvenir shop: I may have bought a ridiculously overpriced postcard.
- Invoice provided
Overall Vibe: Relaxed, Refined, and Ready to Be Messy
Bottom Line:
Unbelievable Hotel Supermolina Spain? It's…well, it's pretty darn good. It's not perfect, but it's got heart, it's got soul, and it's got really good food. The spa is divine, the pool is gorgeous, and the staff is friendly and helpful.
My Recommendation:
If you're looking for a chill, relaxing getaway with a touch of luxury (and a whole lot of delicious food), book it. Just pack a portable Wi-Fi hotspot, and be prepared to truly relax.
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Hotel Supermolina: A Chaotic Symphony of Sunburns and Sidewalks (My "Itinerary")
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this ain’t your meticulously planned, Instagram-filtered “vacation.” This is my Supermolina reality, a beautiful, sweaty mess orchestrated by yours truly, a woman who thrives on spontaneity and occasionally forgets where she put her passport.
Day 1: Arrival – The Great Luggage Hunt and Paella Panic
- Morning (ish – let’s be real, it was past noon): Landed in Malaga. The sun hit me like a brick. A glorious, warm, Spanish brick. Followed the herd, found the baggage claim. My suitcase? MIA. Cue internal panic. Started envisioning myself on this whole trip, in the most fabulous of outfits, which is suddenly going to happen because I will have to replace my entire wardrobe. Eventually, after a frantic hunt and a surprisingly helpful baggage handler, reunited with my beloved, slightly battered, suitcase. Thank heavens.
- Afternoon: Checked into Hotel Supermolina. It's got…character. Let's call it "rustic charm," shall we? Room was smaller than advertised, but hey, the balcony had a view of… a dumpster. Charm, people! Charm! (Tried to pretend the scent of rotting oranges drifting up from below was "authentically Spanish").
- Evening: Disaster strikes! I made a dinner reservation, which I failed to write down and now I'm starving! Wander around, looking for a restaurant. Ended up at the first place with open tables, ordered paella. Waited. And waited. And waited some more. Finally arrived, it was a glorious, golden heap, but the taste was just…meh. Not the explosion of flavor I'd hoped for. Maybe I've been spoiled by my own rice and bean recipes. Swore off paella (for now) and vowed to seek out the perfect tapas.
Day 2: Beach, Bliss and the Case of the Vanishing Sunscreen
- Morning: Morning stroll to the beach. Sand between my toes. Pure bliss. Spent some time by the water, and spent 20 minutes walking to find my spot, but there were the most crowded places. Decided to purchase an umbrella on the beach, but the sun was a merciless. Forgot sunscreen. Face is now a delightful shade of lobster red.
- Afternoon: Attempted recovery from the sun. Failed. Tried sitting in a bar's shade with a beer, but was too hot. Ordered a ridiculously overpriced ice cream (worth it). Went to a local market. Saw that I was an ugly American with my sunburned nose.
- Evening: Decided to have a late tapas crawl. I ordered patatas bravas and a glass of some local wine. The waiter, bless his heart, was trying to teach me some Spanish. My vocabulary extended to "gracias" and "cerveza". He still smiled. Found a little hidden bar, the best of the day.
Day 3: Malaga: The Cathedral and the Art of Getting Lost
- Morning: Finally got around to visiting the Malaga Cathedral. Wow. Just wow. Towering ceilings, stained-glass windows that took my breath away. The sheer grandeur of it… it's like being inside a giant, beautiful jewel box. Took a lot of photos (naturally), and nearly dropped my phone trying to capture the perfect Instagram shot. (Almost lost it, too, which would've been a disaster!)
- Afternoon: Got gloriously, wonderfully, completely lost wandering the narrow streets. Found a tiny artisan shop, and was tempted to buy everything. Ended up buying a beautiful painting. Bargained with the shop owner (badly, I'm sure), and left feeling like I'd stumbled upon a secret treasure.
- Evening: Food tour! A real, proper food tour. Best decision ever. Tried all the tapas. Was introduced to different types of wines. Met a lot of people. The food guide was a quirky lady.
Day 4: Day Trip to Ronda – The Bridge and the Cliffhanger
- Morning: Early start for Ronda. The train ride was long, but worth it. The Puente Nuevo! It's like a postcard! Perched precariously over a sheer gorge. The views are just… staggering. I'm pretty sure I saw a Peregrine Falcon circling below. Took a million photos. Almost plummeted over the side taking a selfie.
- Afternoon: Explored the old town, the Plaza de Toros (bullring), because I'm a curious human. Saw a few of the local shops. This town is beautiful, but I can't even tell if it's real. Lunch was good. My favorite.
- Evening: Train back to Malaga. Exhausted, but elated. Collapsed in my hotel room and slept like a rock.
Day 5: The Picasso Museum and the Art of Doing Absolutely Nothing (Mostly)
- Morning: Visited the Picasso Museum. Picasso’s work, it's so evocative. Started with his early work, found some more modern art. Spent hours. Got slightly overwhelmed by the sheer volume of art.
- Afternoon: Sunburn, still a thing. Took a nap.
- Evening: More exploring. More tapas. Found another hidden gem of a bar. I'm starting to feel like a local, almost.
Day 6: Farewell Feast and a Teeny-Tiny Meltdown
- Morning: Packing. Always the worst part. Realized I bought way too many souvenirs (the little Spanish men with the guitars, the ceramic tiles, the hand-painted fan, the… well, you get the idea). Squeezed everything into my suitcase (miraculously, it closed!).
- Afternoon: One last big meal. Paella (yes, I caved). This time, it was divine. Maybe I just needed to try it five more times. Sun, wine, good food. Felt a pang of sadness at the thought of leaving.
- Evening: Last-minute shopping. Found a beautiful scarf. Started thinking about home, and the mountains of work waiting there. Had a tiny, slightly dramatic, melt-down in my hotel room. Then ordered room service. The end!
Final Thoughts:
This trip wasn't perfect. I got lost, got sunburned, ate some mediocre food, and may have spent too much money on souvenirs. But it was REAL. It was messy. It was full of moments of pure joy and moments of "Oh, my God, what have I done?". And it was… utterly unforgettable.
Would I go back to Hotel Supermolina? Maybe. Definitely. Because even with the slightly iffy plumbing, the questionable air conditioning, and the view of the dumpster, there's a certain charm to it all. And hey, it’s a hell of a story to tell. Now, time to unpack and start planning my next adventure! Adios!
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Unbelievable Hotel Supermolina Spain: FAQ – Because Let's Be Real, You Have Questions (and Probably Should!)
Okay, Seriously, Is This Place *Actually* Unbelievable? Or Just Marketing Hype?
How Do I Even *Get* There? Is it Up a Mountain? Because My Car… isn't Exactly a Mountain Goat.
What Kind of Stuff Can I *Do* There? Skiing? Hiking? Sunbathing? (Is There Even a Beach?)
What Are the Rooms Like? Cozy Mountain Chalet or Sterile Hotel Room?
They Said There's a Pool and Spa. Are They As Good As They Sound?
What about the WIFI? Do I *Have* to Disconnect from the Internet and Embrace Nature? (I'm a Blogger, Okay?!)
The Restaurant – Is The Food Worth the Hype? (And Can I Get a Good *Coffee*?)
And the Bar? Does It Have a Good Atmosphere for a Post-Ski or Hike Cocktail?
