Escape to Paradise: Casa Pilar's Bio Farm Getaway in Fuerteventura
Escape to Paradise: Casa Pilar's Bio Farm Getaway in Fuerteventura
Okay, buckle up, folks. This is going to be a real review. Not one of those polished, pre-written things. I actually stayed at [Insert Hotel Name Here, sorry I can't fill it in – pretend its called "The Grand Whatchamacallit"] and lived to tell the tale. (Mostly.) Here's the dirt… and hopefully, some actual helpful info.
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Now, the actual review… brace yourselves.
First off, getting in. They got a ramp! YES! Accessibility – HUGE win. Actually, I'll go back to this later, because it colored everything. Seriously, the Wheelchair Accessible part was a make it or break it for me, and the Whatchamacallit mostly delivered. Elevators? Check. Wide hallways? Check. And I'm not ashamed to say I appreciated the Elevator and having to take it everywhere. Though the sheer volume of times meant I saw it more than my own face. Also, I always had to wait longer for the elevator than I thought.
On-site Accessible Restaurants / Lounges: This is where it got a little… messy. The main restaurant, "The Golden Spoon" (or something pretentious like that), had a good ramp, but maneuvering around tables felt like driving a bumper car at a particularly crowded county fair. And don't even get me started on the Poolside Bar. Theoretically accessible, practically a gravel pit adventure. But I did take a few rides out, you will hear!
Internet - the Lifeblood
Okay, let's talk Internet. Free Wi-Fi in all Rooms! – YES! Thank god. My lifeline. Especially since I needed to write up reports and all that jazz, and since I'd promised my kids a video call. Internet [LAN] was also available, and I was actually impressed with the speed. (Remember, I'm a hotel regular, not a tech wizard.) I even used it for video calls for my meeting- what a life saver!
Things to Do & Ways to Relax – Therapy and Stress
Spa/sauna? Uh, yes, please. This was a game-changer. Especially after the whole "gravel pit" incident at the poolside bar. The Sauna was pure bliss. Pure, sweaty, wood-scented bliss. The Massage? Oh, the massage. One of the masseuses had hands of pure magic. Seriously, I think she realigned my chakras. I also had a Body Wrap. A total indulgence. The Pool with view also saved me. I did spend a large portion of my time there.
Swimming Pool [Outdoor] and Swimming Pool – YES! I love swimming! The pool itself was beautiful, with a stunning Pool with view (a total mood booster). Unfortunately, getting to the pool was sometimes an obstacle course, depending on how much the hotel was charging. But for a few weeks I swam almost every day, it was bliss.
Things to do: I even tried out their Fitness center, or as I like to call it, the "sweaty torture chamber." It was nice though, they even had Gym/fitness classes and I was able to squeeze a workout in.
Cleanliness and Safety – COVID-19 – The New Normal
Alright, let's pivot to the elephant in the room (or, you know, the virus): Cleanliness and safety. They were clearly trying. I mean, they went all out. Hand sanitizer everywhere. Daily disinfection in common areas. Individually-wrapped food options. Room sanitization opt-out available. Seriously, they were practically fogging the place with sanitizer every five minutes. It was reassuring, but also slightly overwhelming. Anti-viral cleaning products, they advertised. So that's good, I guess. I wanted to feel safe, and I actually did, for the most part.
Rooms Sanitized Between Stays, Staff Trained in Safety Protocol, Physical distancing of at least 1 meter, and the Sanitized Kitchen and tableware items, were something to be thankful for. But the whole sanitizing of everything was like being in a science experiment all the time.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking – My Stomach's Story
Restaurants – They had them! "The Golden Spoon" (again), a coffee shop, and the poolside bar I mentioned. Breakfast [buffet] looked AMAZING. I mean, seriously, mountains of food. I am forever thankful for all the Coffee/tea in restaurant. But… the crowds. The. Crowds. It was a free-for-all, and I felt a little overwhelmed at first. I'm not exactly a morning person, nor an early bird. But eventually I figured out the trick: go late, when many others were already gone.
The A la carte in restaurant was fantastic, if not a bit pricey. The Bar was well-stocked. Loved the Bottle of water provided in my room! Room service [24-hour] was a godsend after those long spa days.
Services and Conveniences
Concierge: Helpful, but a little… underwhelmed by my requests. I asked for recommendations on good nearby places to eat and got standard tourist traps. Again, okay, but nothing that wowed me.
Air conditioning in public area: Needed it! The heat was unbearable.
Facilities for disabled guests: This is where they again did well. The ramp situation was again a win.
Cash withdrawal: They had it! Also a must have for me on this trip.
Daily housekeeping: They actually did manage to get in there every day, which was a relief.
Room Amenities – The Good, the Bad, and the Questionable
Air conditioning: Crucial! Air conditioning in public area and Air conditioning, was a great thing to have.
Bathrobes: Soft and fluffy. Yes, please.
Bathtub: Nice, and a perfect place to relax in after a full day.
Blackout curtains: Thank GOD. Needed some serious rest, and so I was thankful.
Coffee/tea maker: Indispensable.
Free bottled water: Always a lifesaver.
Hair dryer: Standard.
In-room safe box: Good, but I'm not a huge fan.
Internet access – wireless: Again, crucial.
Ironing facilities: Okay, not important for me, but good for those who need to press their business attire.
Laptop workspace: Always.
Mini bar: Overpriced.
Non-smoking: Excellent.
Private bathroom: Of course.
Refrigerator: Useful.
Satellite/cable channels: I did spend an hour or two watching TV.
Seating area: Perfect for relaxing.
Shower: Fine.
Slippers: Comfy.
Socket near the bed: Awesome.
Soundproofing: Necessary.
Telephone: Useful.
Toiletries: Meh.
Towels: Abundant.
Wake-up service: I used it.
Wi-Fi [free]: Did I mention it was important?
Getting Around
Car park [free of charge]: Wonderful. So glad! Airport transfer: Fantastic. Taxi service: Always there.
For the Kids
Babysitting service: Not needed for me, but they have it!
Final Verdict
The Grand Whatchamacallit? It's… okay. Some things were excellent (the spa, the free Wi-Fi, the ramp). Some things were annoying (the crowds, the gravel pit "poolside bar"). Some things were just plain weird. Would I go back? Maybe. With lower expectations and a very specific list of demands. But overall, I think I survived, and that, my friends, is a qualified recommendation.
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, 'cause you're about to descend with me into the glorious, sun-baked chaos that was my stay at Casa Pilar in Fuerteventura. This ain't your glossy Instagram travelogue. This is the real, sandy, slightly-sunburned truth.
Casa Pilar: Bio Farm Blunders & Bliss (A Highly Subjective Itinerary)
Day 1: Arrival & "Welcome to the Jungle" (or, The Great Luggage Grapple)
- 10:00 AM (ish): Arrive at Fuerteventura Airport (FUE). Whew! Managed to navigate the baggage carousel without a full-blown meltdown. Thanks, caffeine. Already feeling the heat. Immediately regretting my decision to pack only black clothes. So, so stupid.
- 11:30 AM: Pick up rental car. It's a tiny, slightly-battered Fiat Panda. Perfect for navigating the narrow, winding roads, right? RIGHT? (Spoiler alert: it wasn't always perfect.) The guy at the rental place gave me a look like I'd asked him to build a rocket. Ah, Spanish service, you beautiful, mysterious beast.
- 12:30 PM: Drive to Pozo Negro. The landscape is stunning. Think Mars, but with more goats. Seriously, goats EVERYWHERE. They're the unofficial greeters of Fuerteventura.
- 1:30 PM: ARRIVE at Casa Pilar. First impressions: Rustic. Charmingly so, in a slightly-abandoned-farmhouse-chic kind of way. The air smells of oregano and…well, let's just say "earth." The owner, a woman named Pilar (duh!), is a whirlwind of energy, talking a mile a minute in a mix of Spanish and broken English. Turns out, she's also a saint once you saw what she has been through.
- 1:45 PM - 2:30 PM: The Luggage Grapple. Getting my suitcase, which seemed to weigh more than I do, into the actual room. The walk was up a cobbled path, that had me questioning how someone with no experience on hiking, and a weak knee, managed to agree to this. The room itself…well, let's just say it had character. And by "character," I mean slightly crooked walls and a distinct lack of air conditioning (which immediately feels like a grave error I made).
- 2:30 PM - 3:30 PM: Unpacking. Discovering the "charming" (aka, slightly terrifying) presence of…a gecko. Named him "Gerald." Wondering if Gerald will become my new roommate.
- 3:30 PM - 4:00 PM: The first (of many) cups of strong, delicious coffee. Pilar’s coffee is the nectar of the gods. Seriously, I might have developed an actual caffeine addiction.
- 4:00 PM - 6:00 PM: Exploration of the farm. Seeing the animals, understanding where the produce comes from, and finally understanding the concept of farm-to-table.
- 6:00 PM - 8:00 PM: Sunset drinks on the patio. Okay, this is why I came. Unbeatable view. The sky explodes with color. Sipping local wine. Starting to actually, truly RELAX. Gerald makes an appearance. He's a good omen, I think.
- 8:00 PM: Dinner at Casa Pilar. Home-cooked feast. Fresh ingredients from the farm. Seriously, the food is incredible. Maybe, just maybe, I will survive this trip.
Day 2: Beach Day Bonanza (and a Little Sand in My Pants)
- 9:00 AM: Wake up. The sun is already blazing. Definitely feeling the heat. Coffee, coffee, coffee.
- 10:00 AM: Head to a nearby beach that Pilar recommends. The drive is…interesting. Narrow roads, more goats, and a distinct lack of signs. I may or may not have gotten lost. Twice.
- 11:00 AM: A Stunning beach! The sand is like powdered sugar, the water is that unbelievable turquoise color you see in travel magazines. Pure bliss. I spend the next few hours swimming, sunbathing, and generally enjoying the hell out of being alive.
- 1:00 PM: Realization: I forgot sunscreen. The sun is not my friend.
- 1:30 PM: The beach. The water. The sun. The perfect moment. Getting splashed in the face by a wave. I spend half an hour trying to get the sand out of… everywhere.
- 2:00 PM: Lunch at a beachside cafe. Simple, fresh seafood. Tastes like victory.
- 3:00 PM: More beach. More sun (regrettably). More contentment.
- 5:00 PM: Head back to Casa Pilar. I'm starting to feel a little crispy.
- 6:00 PM: Aloe vera application. Praying to the sun gods for forgiveness.
- 7:00 PM: Dinner at Casa Pilar. The wine is flowing. Chatting with other guests. Feeling a real sense of camaraderie. This is…amazing.
- 8:00 PM: Stargazing. The sky is a canvas of diamonds. Fuerteventura, you beautiful, untamed thing.
Day 3: The Great Hike of Goat Mountain (and a Near-Death Experience, Maybe)
- 8:00 AM: Coffee! And Pilar insists on taking me on a hike. Oh, sweet Mother of God.
- 8:30 AM: Packing a small backpack which contains: water, more water, snacks (because I get hangry), a hat, and a healthy dose of skepticism.
- 9:00 AM: The hike begins. The mountain is STEEP. Pilar, meanwhile, is practically skipping. I, on the other hand, am gasping for air and questioning all my life choices.
- 9:30 AM: I'm pretty sure I hallucinated a goat whispering encouragement. I am definitely going slower.
- 10:00 AM: Almost there. The view from the top is…insane. Worth the near-cardiac arrest.
- 10:30 AM: The descent. My knees are screaming. I'm pretty sure I'm walking with a slight waddle now.
- 11:30 AM: Back to the farm. Pilar offers me a shot of something that tastes like rocket fuel. I drink it.
- 12:00 PM: A huge lunch, a real feast. My hunger knows no bounds.
- 1:00 PM - 6:00 PM: Chilling in the room. Trying to recover both physically and mentally.
- 7:00 PM: Dinner at Casa Pilar. I vow never to do a hike again. I also vow to order three desserts.
- 8:00 PM: Talking more with the other guests and Pilar. Sharing stories, laughing. I feel like I'm part of a little secret society.
Day 4: The Day Of The Donkey And The Departure
- 9:00 AM: Breakfast. More coffee. Pondering the meaning of life.
- 10:00 AM: The Donkey Debacle and the Unexpected Tears. Pilar introduces me to a donkey named…well, I forgot his name. But what a sweet one. We spend the morning brushing him, feeding him carrots, and just generally hanging out. I wasn't expecting to get so emotional. I spent an hour just sitting there, stroking his head. The donkey, silently agreeing. It was unexpectedly heartbreaking to say goodbye.
- 1:00 PM: Delicious and a sad farewell lunch.
- 2:00 PM: Prepare to leave. It feels incredibly rushed.
- 3:00 PM: Drive to the airport. Feeling a bit tearful. This place, it gets under your skin.
- 4:00 PM: Airport mayhem. Lines, queues, stress. Reminding myself to breathe.
- 5:00 PM: Plane takes off. Looking back at the island, with those views. Wishing, not for the first time, to press pause, and stay.
Final Thoughts:
Casa Pilar was…messy. It was imperfect. It was utterly, wholeheartedly, real. It was a place of incredible beauty, of unexpected challenges, and of moments of absolute joy that will stick with me forever. I learned a lot, I laughed a lot, and I’m pretty sure I gained a fondness for goats. If you're looking for a polished, sanitized vacation, this isn't it. But if you're looking for an experience that will change you (in a good way), then book it. Just bring a lot of sunscreen, a sense of humor, and maybe a spare bottle of aloe vera. Oh, and don’t forget to give Gerald a high five for me. He was a pretty good roommate.
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