Escape to the Alps: Stunning 3-BR Edelweiss B31 Apartment in Morgins!
Escape to the Alps: Stunning 3-BR Edelweiss B31 Apartment in Morgins!
Edelweiss B31: My Alpine Escape (and Occasional Meltdown) - A Review That's Probably Too Honest
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because I’m about to spill the edelweiss-tea on Escape to the Alps' Edelweiss B31 apartment in Morgins. This isn't your typical, perfectly polished review. This is me, post-ski trip, fueled by instant coffee and the lingering ache in my thighs, sharing my unfiltered thoughts. Consider yourselves warned.
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First things first: Accessibility. Now, I'm not in a wheelchair, but I’ve got a bum knee that decided to throw a tantrum halfway through the ski season. The elevator in the building was a lifesaver. Seriously. Because navigating those ski boots and a bad knee up multiple flights of stairs? No, thank you. The apartment itself was pretty good on the accessibility front too, feeling wide doors and good layouts. The promise of a fully accessible place is a dream. But I cannot confirm if that promise is correct. I did not need the wheelchair friendly options. I was able to use the place without any issues, but I lacked the resources to make sure.
Internet Access (And My Sanity): Oh, the Wi-Fi. This is crucial for me because, let's be honest, I’m addicted to the internet. "Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!" the website chirped. And it was. Mostly. Until it wasn't. There was a significant drop in internet speeds and constant disconnects at times. It's a mountainous area, I understand, but still… my blood boils a little bit thinking about the dead moments of streaming. (Internet [LAN] was available too, though, if you’re a masochist for cables. I stuck with the Wi-Fi, as is the custom.) The Wi-Fi in public areas seemed consistently more reliable, which was frustrating. I spent a good chunk of time huddled in a corner of the lobby, pretending to be engrossed in work so I could actually, you know, use the internet. They could definitely improve the Internet Services to be better, but it wasn't awful.
Things to Do & Ways to Relax (And My Personal Breakdown): Okay, the spa. The glorious, promised spa. The pool with a view was honestly breathtaking. Swimming in warm water while gazing at the snowy peaks? Pure bliss. Seriously, I almost shed a tear (don't judge). They have a Sauna and Spa/sauna too. The Steamroom was a bit…steamy. A very intense steam. Great but you had to be ready for the humidity challenge! I did not find the Body scrub. I can't confirm it's there or not but I didn't. I skipped the Body wrap, Foot bath, and the Gym/fitness. The Massage was, of course, the greatest. This was a highlight after days of skiing. My masseuse was very skilled.
But here’s where the cracks started to appear in my otherwise picture perfect getaway. I went for a Body scrub but I could not find it! So I have no comment on it, but I'm sad. The Fitness center? I glanced in once, saw a couple of serious-looking folks with bulging biceps, and noped right out. Too intimidating for this particular ski bunny.
Cleanliness and Safety (And My Inner Germaphobe): Look, I'm a bit of a hygiene nut, so I was paying extra close attention. The website boasted about Anti-viral cleaning products and all that jazz. To be fair, the apartment felt clean. The Rooms sanitized between stays, and I appreciated the effort. Daily disinfection in common areas was also a plus. They were definitely trying hard, you could see it.
And yes, the Hand sanitizer dispensers were everywhere. Everywhere. However, there was a concerning moment in the restaurant when I saw a waiter wipe a spilled drink off a table with the same cloth he was handling the cutlery. It was the start of an anxiety spiral. Sanitized kitchen and tableware items were, thankfully, in abundance.
I will give them credit for having a First aid kit, and a Doctor/nurse on call, but thankfully, I did not need them.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking (And My Stomach's Adventures): The Breakfast [buffet] was… adequate. There was a decent selection, but it felt a little repetitive after a few days. The Buffet in restaurant was also the same vibe. They had Breakfast takeaway service. I did try the A la carte in restaurant. The Desserts in restaurant were a solid highlight for me, the Swiss chocolate mousse was divine. The Coffee shop was a lifesaver in the mornings. There's also a Poolside bar (for those who like to drink while getting a tan – which, let’s be honest, isn’t me). They had a Vegetarian restaurant, which was surprisingly good. They had Asian cuisine in restaurant. I did not eat Asian breakfast. My Breakfast service was decent, but it did not blow me away. There was Happy hour.
The Room service [24-hour] was a godsend after a day on the slopes. And the pizza was surprisingly decent.
Services and Conveniences (And the Random Bits): The Concierge was genuinely helpful, always ready to answer my questions (and deal with my occasional mini-meltdowns). Daily housekeeping was a plus. The Elevator was essential for bum-knee days. There were many Facilities for disabled guests, though I could not vouch for every level of accessibility. Cash withdrawal was available, which was handy.
For the Kids (And My Inner Child): I didn’t have any kids with me, but the place seemed reasonably Family/child friendly.
Available in all rooms (The Nitty Gritty Details): Additional toilet: A bonus! Air conditioning: Not needed in the Alps! Alarm clock: Useless in the age of smartphones. Bathrobes: Luxurious! Bathroom phone: A relic of a bygone era, but hey, it was there. Bathtub: I used it religiously. Blackout curtains: Essential for sleep. Complimentary tea: Always welcome. Daily housekeeping: A lifesaver. Desk: I never used it. Extra long bed: Much appreciated. Free bottled water: A nice touch. Hair dryer: Must-have. In-room safe box: Didn't use it. Internet access: Well, we already discussed that. Linens: Clean and comfortable. Mini bar: Overpriced, as usual. Non-smoking: Good. Private bathroom: Essential. Refrigerator: Handy for snacks. Scale: Sigh. Seating area: Nice to have. Separate shower/bathtub: Appreciated. Shower: Worked perfectly. Slippers: Nice touch. Smoke detector: Hopefully working. Socket near the bed: Thank heavens! Sofa: Comfy enough. Soundproofing: Necessary. Telephone: Who even uses these anymore? Toiletries: Decent. Towels: Plenty of them. Wake-up service: I slept too well for this. Wi-Fi [free]: …we talked about it.
Getting Around: The Airport transfer was smooth. The Car park [free of charge] and Car park [on-site] were good. I didn't use all of the other transportation options.
The Verdict (And My Final Thoughts):
The Edelweiss B31 apartment in Morgins is a solid choice. The location is fantastic, the views are stunning, and the spa is (mostly) worth the hype. However, the internet issues, the occasional slip in hygiene, and the slight feeling of the place being a little too perfect prevented it from receiving a perfect score. It has that "almost there" vibe.
Would I go back? Probably. Because, hey, the mountains, the spa, the chocolate mousse… it’s hard to resist. But next time, I'm bringing my own Wi-Fi booster and a Hazmat suit. Just in case.
Escape to Paradise: Luxury Seminyak Villa & Spa Awaits!
Alright, alright, buckle up buttercups! This isn’t some polished travel brochure; it’s the unvarnished, slightly-chaotic tapestry of MY trip to Edelweiss B31 in Morgins, Switzerland. Prepare for things to get… real. And potentially involve a tear or two. Okay, fine, maybe multiple.
The Grand Unveiling (and the First Panic Attack)
Day 1: Arrival & Avalanche of Expectations.
- 7:00 AM (ish): Wake up. Or, more accurately, unwake. Hours of sleepless anticipation and the jet lag from hell have turned me into a sentient sloth. Coffee… STAT. The Swiss Air flight was… fine. Airplane food tasted like sadness. Survived. Victory.
- 9:00 AM: Taxi to the apartment. The scenery… breathtaking, of course. Mountains stabbing into the impossibly blue sky. Cows blissfully munching grass. Honestly, it's ridiculous. I can't believe this is real life.
- 10:30 AM: Arrival at Edelweiss B31. Okay. My heart did a little skip-thing when I saw the outside of the apartment. Is this really mine? Just for now? The inside is… beautiful. Wooden beams, a roaring fireplace (yes!), and enough space to swing a particularly grumpy cat. Which, thankfully, I don't have. But the sheer GIGANTIC-ness of it all hits me: this is way more than I need, and suddenly I feel a crushing wave of responsibility. Is this too much? Am I worthy of this level of cozy? Deep breaths… Deep, shaky breaths.
- 11:00 AM – 1:00 PM: The "unpacking and immediate existential crisis" phase. Where do I put all my stuff?! And what if I spill red wine on the pristine white sofa immediately?! This apartment is a white canvas, destined to be sullied by my clumsy wanderings. I make a massive mistake: I try to find a suitable place to put my beloved stuffed animal (a grumpy-faced llama I call "Llama-drama") on display. The search alone takes a solid hour.
- 1:00 PM: Settle down, and try to focus. Lunch: Cheese and crackers (obviously). I'm already starting to feel a bit guilty about eating all the perfectly ripe cheese in front of me. I mean, this cheese, this cheese, is an integral part of the Swiss experience.
- 2:00 PM: Okay, enough wallowing. I need to get out and actually experience Switzerland. A walk into town to get some groceries.
- 3:00 PM: The Walk of Wonder and slight disorientation. The village is adorable. The shops are stocked with things I can't pronounce. Swiss chocolate… glorious. I also get completely lost twice trying to find the supermarket. My directional skills are notoriously atrocious. I encounter a lovely old lady walking her Bernese mountain dog. "Bonjour!" she chirps. I mumble something unintelligible about needing cheese and the dog seems to judge me.
- 4:00 PM: Success! I find the supermarket. I also buy way too much cheese. And maybe a six-pack of local beer. In a moment of pure, unadulterated joy, I buy a Swiss Army knife (yes, the cliché; sue me)
- 5.00 PM: Back in the apartment. I realise I have no idea how the oven works. Panic sets back in.
- 6:00 PM: Dinner by the fire. Cheese, crackers, salami. The beer tastes even better after the minor oven-related meltdown. Actually, the fire's crackling is very comforting. Maybe I'll be okay in this idyllic bubble after all. Maybe.
- 8:00 PM: Attempt to read a book (travel guide, which is actually quite boring, I feel sleepy within seconds). I give up after one paragraph. Head to bed, hoping tomorrow brings less anxiety and more cheese. And hopefully, an oven success story.
Day 2: The Mountain's Call (and My Woeful Hiking Abilities)
- 9:00 AM: Wake up. Actually feeling… sort of refreshed! The altitude, possibly. Or the sheer beauty of the view from my bedroom window. It's a postcard moment, honestly. The clouds are brushing the peaks like cotton candy.
- 10:00 AM: Breakfast. Cheese and crackers. Again. I'm starting to see a pattern. Maybe I’m beginning to fall in love with cheese…
- 11:00 AM: Conquer the oven. (With a lot of internet searching of the oven manual). Toast! Glory!
- 12:00 PM: Hiking. I decided to be ambitious! Take a hike up the mountain! The brochure said “easy.” LIES. Pure, unadulterated LIES! My legs are screaming after the first incline. I encounter a family effortlessly skipping up the trail, wearing matching hiking outfits. I am wearing jeans and a slightly stained t-shirt. I can only hope they're not judging me too hard.
- 1:30 PM: Stop for lunch. More cheese and crackers. (I also packed a sandwich, but I'm too ashamed to eat it.) I spot a marmot! He's judging me, too. Or maybe he's just looking for crumbs.
- 3:00 PM: Reach the top. Finally. The view… is… astounding. Words fail me. I feel tiny, insignificant, and completely, utterly happy. I might even shed a tear. I'm surrounded by the vastness, the absolute freedom. I probably look like a slightly sweaty, bedraggled yeti, but who cares?
- 4:00 PM: The trip back down is a lot more pleasant. I’m also very grateful for my new shoes and a walking stick. I slip a few times, but I manage to avoid any major falls.
- 5:00 PM: Back in the apartment. Collapse on the sofa. My muscles are protesting, but my soul is singing.
- 6:00 PM: Dinner. Pasta. Because I need comfort food. And because I earned it. With cheese, because, well, it's Switzerland, after all.
- 7:00 PM: I sit and watch the sunset. It's like the sky is on fire. A perfect cap to a day where I felt alive
- 8:00 PM: Pass out on the sofa, still in my hiking clothes. Dreams of cheese and marmots dance in my head.
Day 3: Chocolate, Cows, and a Breakdown of the Bank Account (Mostly Chocolate)
- 9:00 AM: Wake up. So sore. But also, a feeling of accomplishment. I'm a mountain conqueror!
- 10:00 AM: Chocolate shop expedition. Morgins is a delightful village, but the Chocolate shop alone is worth the trip.
- 11:00 AM: I buy a mountain of Swiss chocolate of every variety. Bitter, milk, with nuts, without nuts, with caramel, you name it. A serious dent is made in my bank account, but it's worth it. The saleswoman gives me some samples, and my eyes roll into the back of my head.
- 12:00 AM: Spend an hour attempting to photograph the cows. I love cows! Especially Swiss cows! So cute and fluffy! But they are more camera-shy than I thought.
- 1:00 PM: Lunches: More cheese, crackers, and chocolate
- 2:00 PM: Explore the village. The local church is beautiful. I go inside, just to breathe.
- 3:00 PM: I get a message that my flight home has been cancelled. I can't stay here forever, right? It's a terrifying concept at first but then, an idea, a thought hits me: I could buy more cheese to take home.
- 4:00 PM: Another wander to the supermarket, for cheese, crackers, and perhaps a bottle of wine.
- 5:00 PM: I buy a new book and sit outside. I feel content and relaxed.
- 6:00 PM: Dinner: Pasta, cheese, crackers, wine.
- 7:00 PM: Write a letter. It's a little hard to focus, so I stop. A little later, I decide to stay here for longer.
- 8:00 PM: Watch the sunset. I feel calm. I'm beginning to fall in love with this place.
Escape to the Alps: Edelweiss B31 - Your FAQ (and My Ramblings)
Alright, so you're thinking about Edelweiss B31 in Morgins? Good choice! ...Maybe. Let's dive into some questions, shall we? And by "questions," I mean a series of my unfiltered thoughts on the whole darn experience.
1. Is Edelweiss B31 truly "stunning"? Like, *stunning* stunning?
Okay, let's be real. Real real. The photos? They're good. Very good. They've clearly got a photographer who knows how to wield a lens like a weapon of beautiful deception. The *reality*? Yeah, it's pretty darn gorgeous. Like, "breath hitched when you first walk in" gorgeous. The views? Killer. Especially that balcony. One morning, I swear, the sun hit the mountains *just so* and I actually teared up. Pathetic, I know. But beautiful. The downside? Well, you might spend half your vacation just staring out the window, which, depending on your priorities, could be a problem. You know what's not stunning? My attempt at ordering pizza in French that first night. Complete disaster. But the view? Stunning. Totally worth it.
2. Three bedrooms – enough space for a family, right? Or is the marketing team lying?
Three bedrooms. Yep. Space? Adequate, I guess. (Don't judge my internal conflict here, alright?) I mean, it's *not* a mansion. Don't expect to be able to do cartwheels in each room. (Unless you're a very, very small person. Or incredibly determined.) Honestly, the main bedroom with the ensuite? Nice. Really nice. The kids' rooms? Functional. They’re not going to complain… unless they're teenagers. Then expect complaints. Always expect complaints! We had the in-laws with us, and let's just say… proximity can be a double-edged sword. Lots of "helpful" suggestions on how to arrange the cutlery. I started hiding in the bathroom. But yes, three bedrooms mean three bedrooms. They're there. Your mileage may vary on how *harmonious* the sleeping arrangements end up being.
3. Morgins – is it a good base for skiing/hiking? Or is it just... Morgins?
Okay, this is where I get opinionated. Morgins? Love it. Absolutely love it. It's not Verbier (pretentious and expensive), it's not Chamonix (crowded), it's… Morgins. Real. Charming. Authentic-ish. Skiing? Excellent. Part of the Portes du Soleil, which means you can ski until your legs scream (and they will, trust me). Hiking? Amazing. The trails are well-maintained. The scenery? Breathtaking. We went for a hike one day, and I swear, I almost bumped into a cow. He looked at me like *I* was the weird one. Which, fair. The village is charming, but don't expect a wild nightlife scene. Which, actually, I found refreshing. We came for nature, not neon lights. (Although, a decent after-ski beer would've been appreciated…) Also, the bakery? Don't even get me started. Cinnamon rolls. Enough said. Go there! Seriously. Just go!
4. What's the deal with the kitchen? Fully equipped or just… barely?
The kitchen. Ah, the kitchen. It *is* equipped. Yes. You can make food. It's not a Michelin-star chef's dream, but it has the essentials. We managed to cook a decent Christmas dinner (yes, we went during Christmas – beautiful BUT crowded!). However, the knives... oh, the knives. You might want to bring your own, unless you enjoy wrestling with a butter knife to chop a tomato. My husband spent half the time sharpening the things. I think he enjoyed it a little *too* much. Otherwise, yes, it's functional. The dishwasher is a godsend. You'll thank me later. Oh, and the coffee machine? Solid. Crucial. Absolutely crucial for surviving the early morning ski crowds and the, ya know, in-laws.
5. Is there Wi-Fi? Because, like, Instagram doesn't update itself.
Yes, there's Wi-Fi. It works. Sometimes. Look, it's the Alps. Don't expect lightning-fast internet. It's sufficient for checking emails, posting a few pics (carefully curated, of course), and pretending you're working when you're actually staring at the mountains. My teenage daughter survived, so that's a good sign. There might be a few moments of dropped calls when the wind howls, but, honestly, that's probably a good thing. Disconnect. Enjoy the view. Pretend the world doesn't exist. (It's a lovely fantasy, trust me.) Just don't plan on streaming a 4K movie marathon. You'll be disappointed, and, frankly, you're missing the point.
6. Parking? Serious question.
Parking. Yes, there's parking. Usually. It's allocated to the apartment. But parking in ski resorts can be a little… tight. Especially during peak season. We had a car that was *slightly* larger than necessary, which made things interesting. We spent a good fifteen minutes one morning maneuvering our way out of the spot, while a group of locals watched with amused expressions. Honestly, the parking spot was like playing a real-life game of Tetris. So, yes, parking is available. But be prepared to channel your inner stunt driver. Or, if you're like me, just hire a very skilled parking assistant (my husband).
7. Is it worth the money? Be honest.
Worth the money? Okay, this is a tricky one. Look, it's not cheap. The Alps aren't cheap. But... the view. The fresh air. The feeling of actually *relaxing* for the first time in years. The joy of seeing my kids actually *enjoy* a vacation (rare and precious). The smell of pine needles after a long hike. The memories we made, even through the in-law awkwardness and the parking shenanigans... For me? Absolutely. It's an investment, yes, but an investment in sanity, in happiness, in a little slice of heaven. Would I go back? In a heartbeat. Just maybe with a smaller car and a slightly sharper knife. And definitely more cinnamon rolls.
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