Escape to Paradise: Blue Tree Premium's Florianópolis Oasis
Escape to Paradise: Blue Tree Premium Florianópolis - Is It Really an Oasis? (A Messy, Honest Review)
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because I'm about to spill the beans on Blue Tree Premium in Florianópolis. Forget those perfectly polished travel brochures – this is the real deal, warts and all. And believe me, there are a few warts. But also, potential paradise? Let's find out, shall we? This is going to be a long one, so grab a coffee (or a caipirinha, you’re in Brazil, after all!), and settle in.
Let's Dig In: (and the Wi-Fi better be good!)
First things first: Accessibility. This is HUGE for me. I'm a huge advocate and was glad to know, Facilities for disabled guests are present. They really make an effort, and that's a big win in my book. I didn't personally need a wheelchair-accessible room, but seeing the effort to make it available – elevators, accessible bathrooms… it's encouraging. Important point: I didn't personally test every aspect of it so I can't give a definitive "yes" or "no", but the intent is clearly there. And that matters.
Now, the stuff everyone really cares about: the perks and the pitfalls.
The Good Stuff – Where Blue Tree Shines Bright! (Literally, Sometimes)
The Vibe: Laid Back Luxury Okay, maybe the term "luxury" isn't quite right (more on that later), but the overall atmosphere is definitely relaxed and welcoming. It's less "stuffy hotel" and more "chic beach house." Think terrace views, poolside bar, and an overall sense of… relaxation.
Wi-Fi Wonder! Oh THANK GOD. I can’t function without it, Seriously, it is in ALL rooms! Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! The signal was strong! I had a whole lot of work to do on deadline when I was there, so I was thrilled!
The Pool with a View. Oh, the pool! Picture this: You’re lounging on a sunbed, the sun is beating down, there's a gentle breeze, and you're staring out at a sparkling blue sea. Sounds amazing right? Well, it almost was, It was beautiful. The Swimming pool [outdoor] was well-maintained and the view was undeniably stunning. Pure bliss, for that hour before the little ones took over… But hey, that's life, right?
Breakfast Bonanza! (Mostly) The Breakfast [buffet]. It was… extensive. Breakfast buffet was a spectacle. There was an Asian breakfast, a Western breakfast, and a truly bewildering array of options in between. The pancakes? Delicious. The fresh fruit? Divine. The coffee? Strong enough to raise the dead. And the best part? Breakfast in room. Perfect for those lazy mornings when you just want to watch the sunrise from your balcony and nibble on pastries. The coffee shop was also nice. They serve the great coffee, and you can get your fix there, too. My only minor grumble is that sometimes things felt a bit… mass-produced.
Cleanliness Crusaders! During my stay, the Cleanliness and safety were clear. I could tell Blue Tree was taking it seriously. They were using Anti-viral cleaning products, there was a lot of Daily disinfection in common areas, Hand sanitizer stations everywhere, and I saw staff following Staff trained in safety protocol and the Physical distancing of at least 1 meter rules. Which you'll need, because the place is so tempting to touch everything.
Food, Glorious Food (and Drink!) I always enjoyed the happy hour at the bar! I had a few. The Poolside bar really set the scene, too! The hotel has a restaurant, too, in which you can try different cuisine. I loved that I could have a bottle of water, or a coffee or tea.
The Not-So-Good Stuff – Where We Hit a Few Bumps
The Rooms – A Tale of Two Worlds (and Random Murals) Okay, the rooms were… mixed. While I could get all the amenities, like the Air conditioning, Alarm clock, Bathrobes, Bathroom phone, Bathtub, Blackout curtains, Carpeting, Closet, Coffee/tea maker, Complimentary tea, Desk, Extra long bed, Free bottled water, Hair dryer, In-room safe box, Internet access – LAN, Internet access – wireless, Ironing facilities, Laptop workspace, Linens, Mini bar, Mirror, Non-smoking, On-demand movies, Private bathroom, Reading light, Refrigerator, Satellite/cable channels, Seating area, Separate shower/bathtub, Shower, Slippers, Smoke detector, Sofa, Soundproofing, Telephone, Toiletries, Towels, Umbrella, Wake-up service, Wi-Fi [free], Window that opens. it wasn't exactly the pinnacle of interior design. Some rooms are clearly more updated than others, and, uh, the murals… let's just say they weren’t my cup of tea. A bit dated? Yes. A bit… random? Also yes.
Service – Up and Down. The staff were generally friendly and helpful, and I really appreciated that. But the service could be a little… inconsistent. Sometimes you'd get lightning-fast attention, and other times you'd be waiting for ages at the bar. It's not a dealbreaker, but it's worth noting.
Little annoyances It could be difficult to get in and out of the hotel, The Car park [on-site] was great. But, at times, the noise of the street was almost impossible to ignore.
The Spa – A Mixed Bag
Okay, about the Spa and Sauna. I had a Body scrub and a Foot bath. And wow, the Massage was fantastic! I could also pick Body wrap, which I did not try. It was expensive, but definitely relaxing. I would like to mention that the lighting was a bit harsh, and the music wasn't quite as calming as it could have been. Still, it was a nice touch!
Safety and Security
I felt pretty safe during my stay. The place had CCTV in common areas, CCTV outside property, Fire extinguisher, Front desk [24-hour], Security [24-hour], Smoke alarms. Also, there was a Doctor/nurse on call, and a First aid kit.
For the Kids (and Those Who Want a Break)
The hotel is Family/child friendly – there are Babysitting service, and Kids facilities.
Overall: Escape to Paradise? Maybe, with a Pinch of Reality
So, is Blue Tree Premium Florianópolis a true "escape to paradise"? Well, it's not quite perfection. There are some rough edges, and a few areas where the hotel could definitely up its game.
Rating: 4 out of 5 stars (with a strong recommendation for the pool, the view, and the awesome Wi-Fi).
Would I go back? Absolutely! The location is great, the core experiences are excellent (pool, breakfast, location), and the staff are genuinely trying. It's a great base for exploring Florianópolis and enjoying the Brazilian sunshine.
But Here’s the REALLY Important Stuff: The Hook – My Pitch!
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Escape to Paradise: Hotel Atlantico Buzios - Your Brazilian Convention Haven
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this ain't your grandma's perfectly polished travel itinerary. This is… my potential shambles of a trip to Florianopolis, Brazil, specifically centered around the Blue Tree Premium hotel. Let's see if I can even survive this.
Florianopolis Fiasco: A "Plan" (More Like a Prayer)
Day 1: Arrival & Pre-emptive Panic
Morning (like, whenever the flight actually arrives): Touchdown in Florianopolis! Okay, deep breaths. I hope the airport isn't a total chaos zone. Last time I flew, I spent an hour dodging rogue luggage carts. If I have to deal with that again, I'm going straight for the caipirinhas. Also, praying my luggage arrives with me. I packed my favorite socks! (yes, I did).
- Airport Fumble: Finding a taxi that doesn't charge you an arm and a leg. Or worse, getting into a taxi that seems like it's been held together with duct tape and hope. Gotta remember my Portuguese… or at least a few basic phrases. "Onde fica o Blue Tree Premium?" (Hope I said that right!) Fingers crossed Google Maps isn't completely useless in Brazil.
Afternoon: Check-in at the Blue Tree Premium. Oh, please, please let my room have a decent view. Anything besides a brick wall will do! I'm picturing a balcony overlooking the ocean, sipping a Brazilian coffee, feeling like a sophisticated world traveler. More likely scenario: I'll fumble with the keycard, accidentally lock myself out, and end up calling the front desk in a flustered panic.
- Room Reveal: Okay, the room is… well, it's a room. Not exactly "luxury getaway" yet. The air conditioning is a temperamental beast. Maybe I'll learn to love the humidity, or maybe I'll slowly melt into a puddle of existential dread.
Evening: Wandering around the area. Find a charming little restaurant to (attempt to) immerse myself in the local cuisine. Gonna try to be brave. Maybe I'll get adventurous and order something I can't pronounce. Could be amazing. Could be a mystery meat situation. Either way, it'll be a story.
- Dinner Disaster (or Triumph): I'm aiming for a seafood restaurant. Brazil is known for its fresh seafood. Okay, I ordered something with "moqueca" in the name. I think it's fish stew. The waiter gives me a look that either means "good choice!" or "bless your heart, you have no idea what you've gotten yourself into."
Day 2: Beach Bliss (and Potential Burn)
Morning: Ah, the beach! A short walk from the Blue Tree Premium. I'm envisioning myself lounging on the golden sands, bathed in sunshine, reading a book. Reality check: I'm probably going to get sand in my shoes, lose my sunglasses, and get a weird tan line. Still, worth it!
- Beach Bum Shenanigans: I've decided to try stand-up paddleboarding! Emphasis on "try". I'm not exactly graceful. I'll probably spend more time in the water than on the board. But, hey, at least I'll get a workout. Maybe I won't humiliate myself too badly. Well, probably I will. Oh well!
- Sunburn Situation: Okay, I officially underestimated the power of the Brazilian sun. I'm now a lobster. Remind me to pack more sunscreen next time!
Afternoon: Exploring the local shops. Hunting for souvenirs. I'm determined to find something unique, not just the generic "I heart Florianopolis" t-shirts. Something that screams "I have been to another country and expanded my horizons!"
- Souvenir Snafus: I bought a gaudy, overpriced trinket. It will probably end up gathering dust on a shelf, but hey, it's a memory of the time I visited Florianopolis and burned my own face. Victory!
Evening: A sunset stroll along the beach. I'm going to attempt to be poetic. Maybe I'll find a local musician or go for a sunset cocktail, or a beer. I might have to spend a few hours in the bathroom and recover from the sunburn. Oh to be in a bathroom alone.
Day 3: Culture Shock & Coffee Fixes
Morning: I'm going to attempt a trip to explore the Centro Histórico (Historic Center) of Florianopolis. Prepare for the inevitable language barrier and probably getting lost more than once. Hopefully, they sell tasty coffee.
- Historical Haul: Finding beauty in the chaos. Learning about the history of Florianopolis. The architecture is beautiful. I get lost down a cobbled street. It looks beautiful. Some coffee! The coffee here is fantastic!
Afternoon: Maybe visit a local market. I'm really hoping to try some of the local sweets and snacks. I need a sugar rush to keep me going.
- Snack Attack: I will probably have to force myself through a local street food scene. Trying to decipher what everything is. I buy something covered in cheese and some kind of sauce. It's delicious. The kind where your tastebuds sing a happy song. I buy another.
Evening: Dinner at a restaurant. The food is amazing, maybe a local dance show afterwards. I'm exhausted, but I don't want this to end!
Day 4: Beach, Repeat, and Departure Dread
Morning: Back to the beach. Lounging in the sun. Enjoying the last full day in this magical place.
Afternoon: Final souvenir shopping. Sigh.
Evening: The inevitable packing. Seriously, how did I manage to accumulate so much stuff so quickly? One final, amazing meal. This is it.
- Departure: My flight is at an ungodly hour. I hope the airport isn't as chaotic as I imagine it will be. Last thoughts? I'm going to miss this place. The chaotic beauty, the delicious food, the friendly people. I'll be back. Maybe next time I'll be less of a mess. Probably not.
So, what *is* this FAQ about, anyway?
Alright, alright, you caught me! This isn't about quantum physics, and it's probably not going to solve world hunger. It's a deep dive – potentially *too* deep, let's be real – into… well, a random collection of things that have rattled around my brain lately. It’s me, unfiltered and probably a little unhinged, answering questions *you* might have had (or maybe just questions *I* have). Think of it as a slightly-too-honest conversation with a friend who's had way too much coffee. And yes, I'm aware this is a terrible introduction. Let's just… get on with it.
Why is this written like a… a *thing*? (And not just a list of neat answers?)
Because, frankly, straight-laced FAQs bore me to tears. I can't stand them! They're so… impersonal. So, I thought, "Hey, let's be *human* about this." You know, inject some life, some personality. And also, let's be real, some of these answers would be *much* longer with straight information, and I'm not about to commit to a research paper. So, I decided to toss in some ramblings, some personal (and probably embarrassing) anecdotes, and a healthy dose of, shall we say, *creative* writing. Oh, and possibly a sprinkle of sarcasm. I also kind of hate the whole "objective" thing. Who *is* truly objective, anyway?
Okay, fine, but... what *specifically* are we talking about? Is there even a point?
Ugh, the point! A fair question. I'll be completely honest: I started with a vague idea and just... let it evolve. I'm thinking about everything from how my cat is judging me, to whether pineapple belongs on pizza (obviously, it does NOT), to the existential dread of laundry day. It's a grab bag, a mixed bag, of whatever's been bouncing around in the old cranium. Think of it as free therapy with extra sass. And yes, there *is* a point. Somewhere. Probably. We'll find it together, or we won't. Either way, it'll be a ride. Buckle up.
What if I disagree with you? (And trust me, I probably will.)
Oh, you *will* disagree. That's the fun of it! Honestly, if you agree with *everything* I say, I'd be a little worried. It would mean I'm either incredibly persuasive (unlikely) or you're just not thinking hard enough. And frankly, I welcome the disagreement! Debate is healthy! Feel free to shout at your screen, roll your eyes, or even (gasp!) write your own response. Just try to keep it civil-ish. (I’m sensitive!) My opinion on something is just that, *my* opinion. And I’m open to hearing yours. Unless it involves liking *anchovies*. Then we're just done.
So, about that cat judging you...tell me more.
Ah, Mittens. My fluffy, four-legged overlord. Seriously, that cat has mastered the art of the side-eye. It's a skill honed over years of silently judging my life choices, from my questionable fashion sense to my habit of leaving dirty dishes in the sink. Actually, let me tell you about the *time*...
It was a Tuesday. A particularly bleak Tuesday, actually. I was attempting to work from home, and Mittens, as usual, was perched on the highest point in the living room, a strategically placed bookshelf, surveying her domain. I had just spilled coffee *all* over my keyboard (clumsy, much?) and was cursing under my breath, when I swear, she let out a sigh. A *human-like* sigh. It was a mixture of exasperation and pity. I kid you not. And then she just... turned back around. Disgusted.
It was that moment that I realized: My cat is not just judging me, she's actively disappointed in me.
Okay, Okay. What about this laundry day of dread you mentioned? Is that a real feeling?
Oh, *yes*. Laundry day. It's a primal fear, a deep-seated anxiety that transcends age, gender, and even location (I suspect). It's the feeling of walking into a room, seeing the Mount Washmore in all its glory, and just… wanting to curl up in the fetal position and sob.
I remember once – it was during a particularly stressful week, work was awful, the bills were piling up, and I was pretty sure my car was about to spontaneously combust – and I was faced with *three* overflowing laundry baskets. Three! It was like a physical manifestation of all the things I couldn’t handle. I actually stood there, staring at the mountain of dirty clothes, for a good ten minutes before I just… gave up and ordered a pizza. And a bottle of wine. Don’t judge. It was a Tuesday.
The worst part? The actual *folding*. And the endless cycle of "Is this clean? Is this STILL dirty? When did I even *own* this?" Ugh. The worst.
What's your stance on pineapple on pizza?
Right, let's get this out of the way. Pineapple on pizza? It's an abomination. A culinary crime. A… well, you get the idea. It defies all logic and reason. The sweetness clashes with the savoriness. The texture is… wrong. Just wrong! I mean, seriously, who thought this was a good idea? I have so many questions about this. SO MANY. And no, I will not try it again. Never. Ever. I *knew* the first time was a mistake.
So… this *is* all over the place, isn't it?
Guilty as charged! It's a glorious, untamed, stream-of-consciousness mess. And I wouldn't have it any other way. Embrace the chaos!
