Salou Paradise Found: Your Dream Rental Awaits (Rentalmar)
Salou Paradise Found (Or Maybe Just Pretty Okay?): My Rentalmar Rollercoaster Ride - A Totally Honest Review (with Wi-Fi!)
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because I'm about to spill the sangria on my recent stay at Salou Paradise Found: Your Dream Rental Awaits (Rentalmar). "Dream"? Well, that's debatable. Let's just say it was…an experience. An experience fueled by sunshine, questionable decisions, and a whole lot of online shopping (thank God for the Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! though).
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Arrival and Atmosphere (and the Elevator That Almost Ate Me):
First impressions matter, right? Well, the exterior corridor felt a bit…meh. Think slightly faded Mediterranean charm mixed with a healthy dose of "seen better days." The Exterior corridor made me feel a little vulnerable at first, but it was all good. The building itself was fine, it's a non-smoking room and it works. And the Elevator… oh, the elevator. Let's just say I developed a deep and abiding respect for its creaky mechanics. It was a slow ride, and at one point, I swear it tried to eat my suitcase. Elevator… phew! Luckily, there's a lot to like about this place. The Front desk [24-hour] was super helpful. The Contactless check-in/out was a lifesaver, too, I didn't have to deal with lots of people and I was able to have my space when I needed it.
Accessibility:
Now, I'm not a wheelchair user, but I took a good look around. The Facilities for disabled guests were available, but seemed a bit basic. I did notice the Elevator, which is crucial, but I'm not sure it made for a smooth ride. There's access, yes. But I'm not sure I would depend on everything being very inclusive.
Wi-Fi - The Savior of My Sanity:
Okay, let's be real. The Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! was a godsend. This is a make or break thing for me, I like to work, like to be able to be in touch with people, and like to browse. The Internet access – wireless was also good, but the dedicated Wi-Fi in the room was a gift. I could stream my favorite shows, endlessly scroll through social media (which, by the way, is essential for any holiday, right?), and, you know, actually work a little. Internet access – LAN was available in some rooms if you are old school.
Rooms - Basic but Functional (and Thank God for the Blackout Curtains):
The room itself was…well, it was a room. Functional, clean-ish, and with the bare essentials. The Blackout curtains were a lifesaver for those dreaded midday naps. The Air conditioning was a must in the Spanish heat, and the Refrigerator kept my sangria cold (priorities!). They also had Additional toilet but I didn't need this. The wake-up service was super fast and effective. The other things I found like, the bathrooms were perfectly fine, they had everything you might need. Complimentary tea was a nice touch.
Food, Glorious, Okay-ish Food:
The food was like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're going to get.
- Breakfast [buffet], Asian breakfast, Western breakfast: These all existed, but the buffet was a bit hectic. Lots of hungry people, questionable coffee, and a constant struggle to find a clean plate. I stuck to the Western breakfast, which was alright.
- Restaurants, Bars, Coffee Shop, Snack Bar, Poolside Bar: I tried the restaurant. It was fine. The pool bar was slightly better because you're drinking cocktails and looking at the Swimming pool [outdoor].
- Room service [24-hour]: This was a blessing after a long day of sunbathing and over-eating.
Things to Do (Or, How I Avoided Burning to a Crisp):
- Swimming pool: The Swimming pool was lovely. A true lifesaver in the scorching Salou sun. The Pool with view was nice too, although it wasn't the most spectacular view.
- *Relaxation: I didn't try all of these, but the Sauna, Spa, and Steamroom were tempting.
- Things to do: I took a nice stroll during the day and the place had some amazing sights like a shrine
Cleanliness and Safety (and My Obsessive Hand Sanitizer Usage):
They were definitely trying, bless their hearts. Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, Individually-wrapped food options, Physical distancing of at least 1 meter, Staff trained in safety protocol, Sterilizing equipment, Rooms sanitized between stays. The Hand sanitizer was everywhere. I'm not sure how rigorous the other measures were, but at least they were making an effort. I felt Safer in the place because of this.
Services and Conveniences – The Stuff That Makes or Breaks a Trip:
- Daily housekeeping: Always a win.
- Laundry service: Essential for my "oops, I spilled sangria on myself" moments.
- Elevator: See above - it's an adventure!
- Cash withdrawal and Currency exchange were also a relief.
- Concierge: They helped me with some things, but nothing that was hard.
For the Kids:
- Family/child friendly: Yes! Lots of families around.
- Babysitting service: I didn't personally use it.
Overall - The Verdict?
Salou Paradise Found… It wasn't paradise. But it was good enough. It's clean-ish, relatively safe, and the Wi-Fi works. The staff are friendly, and the pool is a lifesaver. Would I go back? Maybe. If the price is right, and the elevator is feeling cooperative. Just don't expect a dream. Expect a decent, functional holiday base with a healthy dose of Mediterranean charm (and potential elevator anxiety).
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Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because we're about to dive headfirst into the glorious, chaotic reality of a week in Paradise | Rentalmar Salou, Spain. Paradise? Well, we'll see. My expectations are currently set to "slightly-sunburnt-but-optimistic."
Day 1: Arrival & The Great Beach-Blanket-vs-Bags Showdown
- Morning (ish, after a transatlantic flight, who am I kidding?): Landing. Actually getting out of the tiny, leg-cramping tube they call an airplane. Slightly disoriented, fueled by stale airplane pretzels and the lingering scent of questionable air freshener. Finding the rental car. This is always a test of wills against the universe. Will I remember which side of the road to drive on? Spoiler alert: probably not immediately. The GPS lady, bless her digital heart, will become my guiding angel (and occasional source of rage) this week.
- Afternoon: CHECK-IN! (cue heavenly choir). Rentalmar. Okay, the photos online were… flattering. Let's say the reality is… "charmingly retro." The balcony is the selling point though. It overlooks… something. We'll find out later! First, the essential task: Beach recon. The beach is a few hundred yards from us, which is great. Then begins the Great Beach Blanket vs. Bags Showdown. See, I packed… well, everything. And I think my husband packed a single Speedo, which is honestly just embarrassing. He thinks he's a Greek god, and I just want to point out he’s had one too many beers on the plane and is getting a little red. Anyways, the beach. It’s… packed. Finding a spot that isn't practically touching someone else's sunbed is a mission in itself. Success! (relatively). Unpacking the blanket, then the hats, then the sunscreen, then the cooler (essential), then… OH. Right. We need a bag to carry all this. Damn it! We should not have skipped that step.
- Evening: First meal. Restaurant selection is a minefield. Tourist traps abound. We stumble upon a place that looks… vaguely promising. Turns out, it’s AMAZING. Amazing! Paella, sangria… the works. There’s a slightly dodgy guitarist murdering… I mean, performing… classic Spanish tunes. He’s… trying. We're tipsy on Sangria and totally loving it. The end of the evening is some late-night people-watching on the promenade. Kids running amok, couples holding hands, and a guy in a banana costume. Paradise, baby. Paradise.
Day 2: PortAventura World and the Dark Side of Theme Parks
- Morning: Theme Parks! PortAventura World! The excitement is palpable. We're armed with overpriced tickets and enough sugary snacks to fuel a small army. The sheer scale of the place is overwhelming. We hit the big rides first, before the crowds get truly insane. The adrenaline rush on those rollercoasters! Absolutely terrifying and exhilarating. It's great to be back to childhood again.
- Afternoon: The crowds hit. The queues form. The sun. The sun… is a beast, people. We're starting to wilt. My husband is complaining about the "average" quality of the churros. I realize I've spent a small fortune playing carnival games and winning… a plastic dinosaur. (Worth it). A slight, simmering argument about how many times we've walked past the same water fountain. I'm not as excited as he is though. I'm more of a quiet observer.
- Evening: We are exhausted. We retreat to the hotel, vowing never to eat another churro. We eat a delicious pizza on our balcony, as the sun sets, and swear that we are never going to move again.
Day 3: Tarragona, Tapas, and a Terrifying Taxi Ride
- Morning: A day trip to Tarragona! The Roman ruins are genuinely impressive. I actually learn something. (Bonus!). I'd always wanted to visit here, and had always assumed that the ruins would be disappointing. I was pleasantly surprised.
- Afternoon: Tapas time! We wander through the narrow streets, following our noses (and the crowds). We find a tiny little bar that’s bursting with actual Spanish people. The tapas are incredible! Garlic prawns (heaven!), patatas bravas (spicy potato goodness!), and some kind of mystery meat that I’m too afraid to ask about… but is delicious. We drink so much wine, we start to giggle.
- Evening: Getting back to Salou. We flag down a taxi. The driver… well, let's just say he drives like he's trying to break the land speed record. He’s on a mission from God. He also seems to be actively texting and talking on his phone while weaving through traffic. I grip my seat with white knuckles, silently praying to every deity I can think of. I make it out alive. Just. We need a drink… or three.
Day 4: Beach Day 2: The Revenge
- Morning: Back to the beach. This time, we're prepared. We take extra steps to make sure we can move around and not feel to cramped. We pack an extra bottle of sunscreen and a giant sun umbrella. We're beach pros, or so we think.
- Afternoon: The waves are a bit rough today. I get dumped by one. My husband offers a sympathetic pat on the back but is secretly laughing. (I’ll get him back later). We find some shade, read our books, and start talking to the people around us.
- Evening: A quiet evening. A sunset stroll along the promenade. A romantic dinner at a restaurant with an ocean view.
Day 5: Water Park Wars & Deep Regret
- Morning: Water Park! Another day, another park. We should have maybe spaced these out a bit. I regret everything. Especially the water slides. After three times. We get sunburnt.
- Afternoon: The lines! The screaming children! The relentless chlorine smell! I’m pretty sure I’ve swallowed half the pool. We're exhausted but it's been great!
- Evening: Dinner. We try one of the resort restaurants. It's fine. Not amazing. Mostly. We're starting to feel the vacation fatigue creeping in.
Day 6: The Lost Day & The Quest for the Perfect Ice Cream
- Morning: We sleep in! Victory! We wake up late, feeling slightly better. We have no set plans. This is the lost day. We go on a walk, and then just sit in cafe.
- Afternoon: The quest for the perfect ice cream. We spend a ridiculous amount of time wandering around Salou, sampling ice cream from every shop we can find. The quest is… surprisingly difficult. So many bad ice cream, so many bad flavors.
- Evening: We find it! A tiny, unassuming ice cream shop. The pistachio gelato changes my life. We have a casual dinner somewhere.
Day 7: Departure & The "Paradise" Verdict
- Morning: Packing. Ugh. The reality of going home looms. We have a quick breakfast, and sit on the balcony and watch the world go by.
- Afternoon: Saying goodbye to the sun, the sea, and the slightly dodgy guitarist. Driving the rental car. Praying the GPS doesn't take us somewhere… unexpected. The airport! The final, long queue. The last airplane pretzels.
- Evening: Home! Tired, sunburnt, slightly richer (thanks to the Spanish wine), and with a suitcase full of dirty clothes and a plastic dinosaur. So, was it Paradise? Well, it wasn't perfect. It was messy. It was loud. It was a bit chaotic. But, you know what? It was completely, gloriously human. And I wouldn't trade it for the world. (Until the next time I need a vacation, then maybe I'll pick somewhere with less heat and fewer water slides.)
This, my friends, is the honest truth, warts and all. Go to Paradise | Rentalmar Salou. Go with an open mind, an empty suitcase (for souvenir-gathering), and a healthy sense of humour. You won't be disappointed. (Probably).
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Is this "Paradise Found" actually... paradise? Be honest.
What's the deal with the location? Is it actually central?
The pool… what's the pool like? The pictures look amazing.
Is it family-friendly? We're bringing the toddlers.
What about the kitchen? Can we actually cook meals there?
Is there air conditioning? Because... Spain in Summer.
What's the Wi-Fi situation? Because the kids... and work...
What happens if something breaks? How responsive is Rentalmar?
Anything I should *really* know before booking "Paradise Found?"
