Unbelievable Naxos Getaway: Hotel Katerina Awaits!
Unbelievable Naxos Getaway: Hotel Katerina Awaits! (Review: My Chaotic, Honest Take)
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because I just got back from paradise… or at least, Hotel Katerina on Naxos, Greece, which is pretty darn close. I'm still unpacking, mentally and physically, and trust me, it's a doozy. Here's the lowdown, warts and all, because let’s be real, no place is perfect, and that’s what makes the good bits even sweeter.
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Accessibility: Navigating the Labyrinth (and Praying for an Elevator!)
Okay, let's start with the elephant in the room. Wheelchair accessible? Well, it depends. The website hints at it, but the reality is… it’s a Greek island. Expect cobblestones! While the lobby and some common areas seemed okay, I didn't see a Wheelchair accessible path to the beach. Facilities for disabled guests exist in some rooms, but I'd definitely call ahead and confirm specific needs before arriving. The Elevator was a godsend, especially after a few too many gyros. Getting from my room to the Pool with view or the Restaurant wasn't always a cakewalk, let's just say that.
Internet: From Wi-Fi Warrior to Wi-Fi Woes
Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! – Woo-hoo! Or so I thought. More like, "Yay, maybe!" The signal in my room was… patchy. I’d get a burst of speed, allowing me to upload a photo of my souvlaki masterpiece, and then… nothing. Internet access – wireless definitely worked better in the lobby and around the Swimming pool [outdoor], where I spent a considerable amount of time, judging by my tan lines. I think I saw someone struggling with Internet [LAN]; maybe I missed something.
Cleanliness & Safety: Sanitized! Sanitized! (But Did They Get That Spot?!)
Look, I’m a germaphobe, so I'm going to be picky. Anti-viral cleaning products? Check. Daily disinfection in common areas? Seemed like it! I noticed the staff constantly wiping down surfaces. My room? Rooms sanitized between stays. I felt comfortable enough to relax (eventually). Hand sanitizer stations were everywhere. Physical distancing of at least 1 meter? Mostly adhered to, but let's be honest, a crowded buffet is always a gamble. Staff trained in safety protocol was clear in the interactions. They were kind, but also, I don’t know, a little too eager to help.
One day, I swear I saw a cleaning lady practically dive onto the floor to scrub a random stain. It was very impressive, actually. But I also noticed a little something, a tiny imperfection: a persistent speck of something on the bathroom mirror. It was a speck of toothpaste, or maybe a dried-up bug. It was a detail, yes, but it was there, every single day, and somehow it was the microcosm on my experience.
There were Smoke alarms, Fire extinguisher around the hotel and Safety/security feature everywhere, which gave me peace of mind.
Dining, Drinking, & Snacking: From Gyros to Guilt (and Everything in Between)
Okay, this is where things get interesting. Let's talk food. The included Breakfast [buffet] was… fine. Western breakfast options galore (eggs, bacon, pastries – the usual suspects), and a decent amount of Asian breakfast choices. (Yes, really, in Greece!) There was even a Vegetarian restaurant at the hotel. I tried it. The options were lovely, but the flavours a bit bland for my tastes, and I ended up with some Salad in restaurant, which was fine, but not inspiring). The best part was the little jars of honey. I became addicted.
Now the Poolside bar… that was dangerous. Happy hour was a glorious, sun-drenched affair. The Coffee/tea in restaurant was decent, but the cocktails? Oh, my. I indulged. Heavily. My liver is probably still recovering. The Snack bar was a lifesaver when the hunger pangs struck (which was often). I even got Bottle of water every day. And let's not forget the Room service [24-hour]. A lifesaver when the jet lag hit and I couldn't face the world. The A la carte in restaurant was a good experience, but I still miss my Soups in restaurant. Restaurants at some point, were pretty good, if I could compare them to other places, I would say that they had the best Desserts in restaurant. The Coffee shop was a nice place to sit and relax for a while. I didn't try the Asian cuisine in restaurant.
Things to Do, Ways to Relax, and My Near-Death Experience with a Spa…
Okay, so… ways to relax? Yes, please. The Swimming pool itself was gorgeous, the Pool with view took my breath away every time. There was a Sauna, a Steamroom, and a Spa/sauna, but I chickened out and never experienced them. I did get a Massage, ahhh, bliss. Unfortunately, my brain didn’t compute “gentle” and “massage” simultaneously, so it ended up being more “mildly therapeutic” than the “deep tissue” I was hoping for.
They also have a Gym/fitness centre and a Fitness center (same thing), but after all those cocktails and that buffet, I basically walked past it with a sigh. I didn’t get a Body scrub or a Body wrap, but the thought did cross my mind.
I did get my feet wet in a Foot bath, which I thought it was a nice experience.
Services and Conveniences: The Good, The Bad, and the “Where’s My Iron?!”
Daily housekeeping was a blessing. My room was always clean and tidy. They did a fantastic job. Concierge services were helpful, and Currency exchange was available. Invoice provided, which was great for expense reports. The Luggage storage came in handy on departure day. The Air conditioning in public area was quite useful, especially when I was tired and the sun was too strong, and it feels like it was an important service. Car park [free of charge] and Car park [on-site] are something.
Services and conveniences : Did I mention the Ironing service? Because I can’t find my iron and I needed it. I used the Dry cleaning and the Laundry service, which was important.
Other things: Doorman was there and Elevator was there as well.
For the Kids (And For the Big Kids, Too!)
I didn't travel with kids, but it looked like they catered to them. Family/child friendly for sure, with Kids facilities and the promise of some Babysitting service but I don't know. I'm just not a kid person. Maybe you could ask.
My Random Thoughts & Emotional Reactions:
- The Terrace: Waking up to the view of the Aegean Sea from the Terrace was a dream, even if I just stood there with bed hair, sleep still sticking to my eyelashes.
- The Staff: The staff seemed genuinely warm (but maybe a little stressed) and, honestly, were the best part of the experience. Their eagerness, while sometimes overwhelming, was absolutely endearing.
- The Soundproofing: The Soundproof rooms were crucial. I could block out the world and indulge in my thoughts, or my cocktails.
Final Verdict:
Hotel Katerina? Overall good. The bits that worked really worked. The bits that needed work, well, they were… character-building. Yes, I'd go back. But next time, I'm bringing my own iron. And maybe a travel Wi-Fi booster. And definitely earplugs. Ahh, the charm of Greece!
The BIGGIES Inn Cebu: Your Dream Philippine Getaway Awaits!
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because we're about to dive headfirst into my hypothetical trip to Hotel Katerina on Naxos Island, Greece. This isn't your polished, Instagram-filtered itinerary. This is REAL, messy, and probably fueled by too much sunshine and cheap wine. Let's do this!
Hotel Katerina: My Existential Island Getaway (Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Lounging…)
Pre-Trip Anxiety Bonanza (and Packing Panic):
- Week Before: Okay, so I thought I was organized. Turns out, I'm a disaster. Found a mildewy swimsuit from 2018. Does it still fit? (Spoiler alert: No.) Started a panicked "What if I get the runs?" search on Google. Found approximately 8 million horrifying results. Bought ALL the probiotics (and Immodium, just in case).
- Days Before: The packing struggle is REAL. I'm convinced I need 17 different pairs of sunglasses, three different types of sunscreen (because apparently, I burn in different ways), and a book titled "How to Look Effortlessly Chic While Sweating Profusely." (Spoiler alert: It doesn't exist.)
- Night Before: My brain decided to stage a full-blown panic attack at 3 AM. "Did I remember my passport?! What if the plane crashes? Am I allergic to feta cheese?!" I downed a chamomile tea the size of my head, which… didn't help.
Day 1: Arrival, Anxieties, and Amazing Anchovies
- Morning: Finally made it! The flight was… an experience. Loud children, questionable airplane food, and a near-miss with a rogue overhead bin. But, hey, I’m in Greece!
- Afternoon: Check-in at Hotel Katerina. The lobby is gorgeous. Bougainvillea everywhere. Smells like sunshine and freshly laundered sheets. My room is smaller than I imagined, but the balcony has a view that might actually make me cry. It's that blue. Turquoise? Aegean blue is officially the most beautiful color in existence.
- Late Afternoon/Evening: First mission: find food. Wander into Naxos Town. Got immediately overwhelmed by the sheer amount of people. Ordered a "small" portion of anchovies at a taverna near the port. They were the opposite of small. Like, a whole school of anchovies. I hate anchovies. I LOVE anchovies. I don't know what to think anymore. (Turns out, they were AMAZING. Best anchovies of my LIFE.) Sat watching the sunset, sipping a local wine that tasted like liquid sunshine. Felt a flicker of… peace? Maybe the anxiety is receding. Maybe.
- Imperfection: Tried to order some food in Greek. Failed spectacularly. The waiter just smiled and kept bringing me food. Definitely over-ordered because I have no self contol.
Day 2: Beach Bum Bliss (Mostly)
- Morning: Attempted a walk on Agios Prokopios Beach . Failed. Too hot. Surrendered to the sun, the umbrella, for once.
- Afternoon: Spent the afternoon at the beach. Burnt my nose despite applying sunscreen twice! Read a book, mostly. Ended up people-watching, which is my favorite hobby. Saw a couple arguing vehemently, a child building an elaborate sandcastle, an old man swimming out to sea without a care in the world. Life goals. Then I saw a woman looking very happy, and suddenly I felt my own joy, which was lovely.
- Late Afternoon/Evening: Wandered around old town. Went to a small, family-run restaurant that smelled of grilled fish and happiness. It was perfect. Seriously, the food was simple but divine. The local wine was even better. Felt content. Like, genuinely happy. Actually laughed out loud at a particularly corny joke from a passing tourist. This is what a vacation is about, right?
- Quirky Observation: Why is there so much cat food out? Am I missing something?
- Emotional Reaction: Felt overwhelmed by the beauty of it all. Almost cried. Again. Why is everything so beautiful?
Day 3: The Temple of Apollo, and a Moment of Existential Dread
- Morning: Dragged myself out of bed (that wine, though…) and decided to visit the Temple of Apollo. Apparently, it's a big deal. The remains are impressive. I climbed up to the Portara, the huge, iconic doorway. The sea stretched out before me, the sun beating down.
- Late Morning/Early Afternoon: The view was… overwhelming, in a good way. Took a million pictures. Okay, maybe I actually did. Then, hit with a wave of existential dread: "Is this all there is? This is the peak, right?" Realized the peak was just… the doorway. And beyond that, just more sea and sky. Felt incredibly small, utterly insignificant, and utterly, blissfully, free.
- Afternoon: Explored some of the narrow streets of old town. The architecture, the colors… honestly, it’s a sensory overload. Ended up buying WAY too many souvenirs I didn't need (ceramic cats, of course). Found a gelato shop that puts fresh basil in its gelato. My brain is still processing this.
- Evening: Ate dinner at a restaurant with a view of the harbor. Watched the boats come in and out. Ordered the moussaka and was surprised by how deeply savory it tasted -- I was convinced it was the best meal ever, until I realised I was just hungry.
- Imperfection: Nearly dropped my camera off the Portara. Almost fell into the sea. It was a close call, I tell you.
- Rambling: I keep meaning to write in a journal. But, you know… wine. And the sun. And the general state of being completely unproductive.
Day 4: The Epic Hike (and My Near-Death Experience with a Donkey)
- Morning: I, being the adventurous soul that I am, decided to hike. Picked what I thought was a "moderate" trail to Mount Zas, the highest point on Naxos.
- Midday: I was wrong. SO wrong. It was brutal. Steep, rocky, and the sun was relentless. I ran out of water. I swore. A lot. Seriously considered turning back, but the views were supposed to be amazing.
- Afternoon: The views were amazing. Like, mind-blowing. But still, the hike back down was the most terrifying thing in my life. I encountered a donkey. An angry donkey. A donkey who thought I was invading its personal space. It charged me. I screamed. I may have peed a little. But I survived.
- Late Afternoon/Evening: Back at the hotel. Showered. Ate a massive plate of pasta. Swore I’d never hike again, but I’m already planning the next one.
- Emotional Reaction: Scared shitless. But also exhilarated. The donkey incident was a turning point and I was proud of surviving it.
- Messy Structure: I am pretty sure I lost two pounds that day.
Day 5: Relaxation, Reflections, and Last Bites
- Morning: Beach time! Finally mastered the art of doing absolutely nothing. (Okay, maybe read a book. Probably watched some people. You know the drill.)
- Afternoon: Wandered off into the town to sample the local pastries and shop for souvenirs. I was so relaxed that I didn't even bother to bargain.
- Evening: Farewell dinner at a taverna overlooking the sea. Ordered ALL the seafood. Reflected on the trip. Realized I'd done far more than I thought I would.
- Imperfection: Left my favorite sunglasses on the beach. Sigh.
- Opinionated Language: This was the best vacation ever! Until I have another one.
Day 6: Departure (Bittersweet)
- Morning: Last breakfast at Hotel Katerina. Squeezed in an extra hour on the balcony, watching the sunrise. The view, the peace, I will miss it.
- Afternoon: Goodbye, Naxos. The ferry ride out was emotional. I’m leaving a piece of my heart behind.
- Departure: Home, away from the sea. Goodbye Hotel Katerina, goodbye Naxos! Until we meet again.
This itinerary is probably a bit long-winded and full of tangents, but hopefully, it gives you a (slightly) better idea of what a trip on mine would be like. Remember, it's not about perfection, it's about the experience. And, as long as there's good food, good wine, and a beautiful view, I'm a happy camper (or, well, a happy hotel guest). Cheers to messy travel!
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Unbelievable Naxos Getaway - Hotel Katerina: The Real Deal Q&A!
Okay, spill the beans - Is Hotel Katerina Really as Good as Everyone Says? Because, let's be honest, those Instagram pics are *always* lying.
Alright, fine! Here's the brutally honest truth. Yes. But... (there's always a but, right?). The Instagram pics? They're *mostly* true. The location is bang-on, overlooking Plaka beach, which is a freaking *dream*. Imagine waking up to that turquoise water every morning. Seriously, your brain kind of short-circuits the first few times. The hotel itself? It’s charmingly… rustic. Let’s call it "authentically Greek." Think less polished marble and more… well-loved character. There's a certain… *je ne sais quoi* of "this place has seen some things," but in the best way possible.
**My Rating (on overall):** Honestly, a solid 8/10. Knocking off a point for occasional wonky plumbing and another for the (admittedly charming) slightly erratic Wi-Fi. But the view? The Greek sunshine? The overall vibe? Criminally good.
What's the deal with the rooms? Are they, you know, *clean*? Because I can't relax if I'm worried about, like, hidden dust bunnies.
Clean? Yes! But... (again with the "but"!) They're not sterile, clinically clean. Think "your grandma's house after a good cleaning" level of clean. You know, proper, spotless, but with a hint of, "lived-in comfort." And honestly? That's a *good* thing. It felt… real. I wouldn’t eat off the floor (mostly because I *did* try to get a crumb of a spanakopita off it once, with limited success), but I certainly wouldn’t be afraid to walk barefoot. The sheets were fresh, the towels fluffy-ish, and the air conditioning? A LIFE SAVER in the July heat.
**Anecdote Alert:** One morning, I swear I saw a gecko dart across the bathroom wall. He was *tiny*. Named him "George." He was gone by the afternoon. Never saw him again. Conclusion? George was a highly organized creature, and he clearly kept an eye on the cleanliness of that space.
**My Thoughts On Rooms:** They weren't fancy, but they were authentic and felt… *homey*. And the balconies… Oh, the balconies! Perfect for a morning coffee (or an evening Mythos), watching the world wake up.
The breakfast! Please. I need to know. Is it the usual continental buffet or something *actually* Greek?
Breakfast. Right. Okay, brace yourselves. It's… *good*. Not the Michelin-starred, Instagram-worthy breakfast, but GOOD. Think fresh bread (seriously, to die for!), local jams, some of the best Greek yogurt I’ve ever had (thick, creamy, and tangy), and maybe, *maybe* a slice of spanakopita. (Okay, probably more than a slice, if I’m being honest.)
It's a continental buffet, with a Greek twist. There's fruits, olives, feta cheese (duh!), and the staff is super friendly. You can also ask for eggs, cooked however you like.
**My Obsession – Doubled-Down:** I am now going to share a tale. One morning, I had a moment… I discovered the Greek-style pancakes. They were thin, drizzled in honey, and topped with a sprinkle of cinnamon. I. Ate. All. Of. Them. Okay, maybe not *all*, but a shameful amount. My stomach yelled at me later. I didn't care. Worth it. Absolutely worth it. The next day? The same. And the day after that. I'm not proud of it. But I'm not *not* proud of it either. That’s the power of the breakfast at Hotel Katerina, my friends.
Okay, so you mentioned Plaka Beach. How close is it, really? And is it actually *nice*?
Plaka Beach? Oh, it’s *spectacular*. It's literally *right there*. Like, you walk out of the hotel, cross a sandy path, and BAM! Beach. The sand is soft, the water is crystal clear, and the colour? That insane turquoise you see in the pictures. It actually *looks* like the desktop background you secretly dream of.
**Concerning the beach:** It's perfect for families, couples, solo travellers... everyone, really! There are sunbeds and umbrellas available (you can rent them from the hotel or the beach bars), lots of amazing beach tavernas with fantastic food (more on that later), and the sunsets? Seriously, prepare to have your mind blown. Be prepared for some wind, though. Naxos is known for its winds. It’s part of the charm, I guess (said with a somewhat-gritted-teeth smile, after my hat blew into the sea one afternoon).
What about the staff? Are they friendly? I’m a terrible human being and need someone to direct me.
The staff? They’re lovely. Seriously, genuinely lovely. They’re warm, welcoming, and always ready with a smile (even when my attempts at speaking Greek resulted in gibberish). They're not just *nice*, they're helpful and patient.
I needed to ask where to find the best souvlaki (essential!), and I got an entire rundown. They knew the area and were happy to help with absolutely anything. The family that runs the place? They are genuinely invested in making sure you have a fantastic time.
**Side anecdote:** They even tolerated my constant requests for extra honey with my Greek coffee. And trust me, I asked for *a lot* of honey.
Is there anything that *sucked* about Hotel Katerina? Be honest! Because vacation-perfection is a myth.
Okay, fine. Here’s the slightly imperfect truth. And to be fair, it’s less about the hotel and more about… life.
* **The Wi-Fi:** As I said earlier, it was occasionally… temperamental. Don’t expect to stream HD movies. (Though, honestly, why would you want to? You're in Naxos!) But if you need to quickly check emails or do some light browsing, it's usually fine.
* **The Plumbing:** The plumbing (as I'd already mentioned) sometimes had a mind of its own. Low water pressure now and then, and the occasional "interesting" sound effects. Just embrace it! It's part of the adventure.
* **My Own Fault: The Mosquitoes:** Okay, this isn't really the hotel's fault.World Wide Inns
