Escape to Paradise: Hotel Zia Piera, Chiavari's Hidden Gem
Escape to Paradise? Hold on, Let Me Tell You About Zia Piera… (and the Rollercoaster)
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because I'm about to spill the beans on Hotel Zia Piera in Chiavari. They call it a "hidden gem," and while I'd agree, the shimmer of that gem sometimes… well, it gets a little clouded. This review's gonna be less polished brochure and more… well, me.
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Let's Dive in… or Maybe WADE, Considering the Pool's View….
First impressions? Gorgeous. Chiavari itself is charming, all pastel buildings hugging the Ligurian coast. And Zia Piera… well, the photos don't lie. It is picturesque, especially if you're arriving after a long, stressful flight, like I did.
Getting There & Around (Accessibility, Ugh)
Okay, this is where the "hidden" starts to feel a little too hidden. The airport transfer they offered was… well, let’s just say the driver seemed to think "fast" was the only acceptable speed. And the hotel, while promising "facilities for disabled guests," needs some tweaking. The ramp access was there, yes, but the cobblestone streets of Chiavari? My wheelchair-bound amigo, bless his cotton socks, had a time. It's not terrible, but definitely a factor to keep in mind. (Accessibility)
The Welcome… and My Immediate Need for a Drink (Services & Conveniences)
Check-in was efficient, thankfully. They had a contactless option, which was excellent after my sweaty arrival. A concierge was on hand, which was great until I tried to explain my need for a decent gluten-free pasta place. He gave me a blank stare, and I remembered I was in Italy - a country that should be fluent in "gluten-free." (Contactless Check-in/out, Concierge, Food delivery)
Rooms: The Good, the Great, and the Missing Toothbrush
My room? Okay, here's the deal: it was beautiful. (Available in all rooms, Air conditioning, Bathrobes, Blackout curtains, Coffee/tea maker, Closet, Daily housekeeping, Desk, Free bottled water, Hair dryer, In-room safe box, Internet access – wireless, Ironing facilities, Laptop workspace, Linens, Mini bar, Mirror, Non-smoking, Private bathroom, Refrigerator, Safety/security feature, Satellite/cable channels, Seating area, Shower, Slippers, Soundproofing, Telephone, Toiletries, Towels, Wake-up service, Wi-Fi [free])**. I mean, the balcony overlooking the (outdoor) pool was practically screaming "Instagram me!" The bed was huge, the sheets were crisp, and that view… *chef's kiss*.
BUT, and it's a big but… there was no toothbrush. Seriously? In a hotel that's supposedly trying to be all "luxury"? And the Wi-Fi? Yes, free Wi-Fi everywhere! (Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!) But it felt like dial-up in a room with the power of the sun. Painful. (Internet, Internet [LAN]
Oh, The Spa! (or, My Attempt at Zen)
Right. The spa. This was the selling point, the reason I'd booked the place! (Body scrub, Body wrap, Foot bath, Massage, Sauna, Spa, Spa/sauna, Steamroom). And it was… lovely. The sauna was hot, the steam room was steamy, and the massage… the massage nearly made me weep with joy. Seriously, the poor therapist probably thought I was possessed by a particularly relaxed demon. The "pool with a view"? Yes, that, too. A perfect place to watch the clouds drift lazily by… and quietly judge the people taking selfies.
Food, Glorious Food? (Dining, drinking, and snacking)
Okay, here's where things get… spicy. The buffet breakfast was…okay. (Breakfast [buffet], Breakfast service, Buffet in restaurant, Asian breakfast, Western breakfast). Plenty of options, but nothing that really wowed me. The coffee was… well, let’s just say it was very Italian – strong, and barely drinkable for the first few sips.
Dinner, now that was a gamble. The a la carte restaurant claimed to have "International cuisine" and "Asian cuisine." (A la carte in restaurant, Asian cuisine in restaurant, International cuisine in restaurant, Vegetarian restaurant, Western cuisine in restaurant, Coffee/tea in restaurant, Desserts in restaurant, Salad in restaurant, Soup in restaurant) "Asian," as it turned out, meant "very mild imitation of Thai food." The Italian dishes were better, though. The pizza was divine. And the poolside bar did a pretty good Aperol Spritz. (Poolside bar, Bar, Bottle of water, Happy hour, Snack bar) . I did, however, discover that they had a separate menu for room service. I ended up ordering room service more evenings than I'd care to admit. (Room service [24-hour])
Safety, the New Reality (Cleanliness and safety)
They took things seriously on this front. (Anti-viral cleaning products, Cashless payment service, Daily disinfection in common areas, Hand sanitizer, Hot water linen and laundry washing, Hygiene certification, Individually-wrapped food options, Physical distancing of at least 1 meter, Professional-grade sanitizing services, Room sanitization opt-out available, Rooms sanitized between stays, Safe dining setup, Sanitized kitchen and tableware items, Shared stationery removed, Staff trained in safety protocol, Sterilizing equipment). All the sanitizing, mask-wearing, and social distancing was a bit much, but I guess I'm glad they were on it.
Things to Do (and My Attempt to Do Them)
Chiavari itself is lovely. You can walk along the promenade, visit the local market (which is a sensory overload in the best possible way), and generally soak up the Italian atmosphere. But the hotel's offering? Hmm. (Things to do, ways to relax, Fitness center, Pool with view, Swimming pool, Swimming pool [outdoor]). There’s a gym, but it would have benefited from a renovation. I was pleased by the pool view. The pool itself was lovely, though, I would have enjoyed a pool-side snack bar . (Fitness center, Gym/fitness, Pool with view, Sauna, Spa, Spa/sauna, Steamroom, Swimming pool, Swimming pool [outdoor])
For the Kids? (and the Adults Pretending to Be Kids)
They claim to be family-friendly, with kids’ facilities and babysitting. (Babysitting service, Family/child friendly, Kids facilities, Kids meal). Fine, good. But the overall vibe leaned more towards "romantic getaway" than "kiddie paradise."
The Staff (The Good, the Slightly Bewildered)
The staff? Generally, lovely. Friendly, helpful, and they all seemed to speak at least a little English, which was a godsend. But sometimes, there was a slight sense of "lost in translation." Like, when I asked about gluten-free options, I got a blank stare, and a suggestion of a nearby bakery. Bless them, they were trying.
The Verdict?
Hotel Zia Piera has potential. It's beautiful, the spa is great, and Chiavari is charming. But it's not quite the flawless paradise it seems to promise. It's more like a slightly imperfect, but still pretty damn enjoyable, Italian vacation. Would I go back? Maybe. If they upgraded the Wi-Fi, sorted out the gluten-free situation, and maybe found a better toothbrush supplier. But yeah, I'd go back. The view alone? Worth it. Just bring your own toothbrush. And a strong sense of humor.
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Alright, buckle up, buttercups! This isn't your glossy travel brochure. This is the unfiltered, slightly hysterical, and probably caffeine-fueled itinerary for my "Italian Escape… or Implosion, We'll See" at Hotel Zia Piera in Chiavari. Prepare for a journey.
Day 1: Arrival & Awkward Introductions
- 10:00 AM: Land in Genoa. Oh. My. God. The passport control guy looked like he hadn't slept since the Renaissance. He barely grunted at my passport. I swear, I saw a tumbleweed roll across his desk. Took a deep breath, because, well, I’m in Italy! (Gotta keep the excitement alive!)
- 11:30 AM: Train to Chiavari. Praying the Italian train network doesn't channel the spirit of a malfunctioning rollercoaster. Bought a panini at the station. It was… okay. Like, the bread was amazing, but the ham tasted suspiciously like cardboard. (My tastebuds can be harsh.)
- 1:00 PM: Arrive and check in at Hotel Zia Piera. The lobby is cute, a little… tiny. And my Italian is terrible. Tried to say "Mi chiamo…" and the receptionist just stared. Finally managed a panicked "Hello!" She smiled, bless her, and pointed at the elevator. Apparently, my Italian is less Leonardo da Vinci, more… lost tourist in a bowl of pasta.
- 1:30 PM: Room reveal. (Drumroll, please!) It's… small. Perfectly charming small, but, you know, small. The view, though? Chef's kiss. Balcony overlooking the pastel-colored buildings of Chiavari. Instantly, I feel slightly less like a stressed-out human burrito.
- 2:00 PM - 4:00 PM: Attempt to unpack. Fail miserably. My suitcase exploded, and I'm pretty sure I'm missing a shoe. Then…nap. Necessary evil.
- 4:00 PM: Exploration Time: walk around the hotel.
- 4:30 PM: Walk around the hotel. Found the bar! Woohoo! Ordered a spritz (because, Italy). Attempted to strike up a conversation with the bartender, but my Italian vocabulary quickly evaporated into the Ligurian breeze. Ended up making panicked hand gestures and pointing at the olives. He seemed amused. I think he was amused.
- 5:00 PM: Walk around the Hotel, and find a place to have a drink.
- 6:00 PM: Dinner at Ristorante "La Lanterna". (Hopefully, they speak English… or have a really good picture menu). Ordered trofie al pesto because, again, ITALY. Pure, unadulterated heaven. I could cry. I probably did. Twice. (Emotional eater, what can I say?)
- 8:00 PM: Stroll along the caruggi (alleyways). Got slightly lost. Enjoyed being lost. Found a gelato shop. Life complete. (Dark chocolate. No regrets.)
- 9:00 PM: Back to the hotel. Journaling. Feeling overwhelmed with joy and pasta. And maybe just a tiny bit of jet lag. Hoping I don't snore and wake up the whole hotel tonight.
Day 2: Beach, Boats, and Betrayal (of my diet)
- 8:00 AM: Wake up. Stare at the view. Repeat. (Seriously, the view is addictive.) Skip the gym, though. Sleep is more important.
- 9:00 AM: Breakfast at the hotel. Buffet-style. Attempt to restrain myself from the pastries. Fail. Pastries defeat me every time. (Weakness. Pure weakness.)
- 10:00 AM: Beach time! Head to the beach, which is like, a mere hop, skip, and a slightly breathless run away. Find a spot. Attempt to apply sunscreen without looking like a lobster. (Spoiler: I failed.) The water is crystal clear. The pebbles are surprisingly comfortable. I could probably stay here forever.
- 12:00 PM: Lunch at a beachside chiosco. Ordered focaccia because I'm in Liguria, and that's practically a legal requirement. Sat there with the wind in my hair, watching the waves, feeling… peaceful. (For about ten minutes, until a rogue seagull tried to steal my sandwich.)
- 1:00 PM: Boat Tour! Found a boat tour. It involved staring at the sea and the coast.
- 1:30 PM: Boat Tour! I've never done this before. (I’m slightly terrified of boats.) The guide's accent was thick, but the scenery? Spectacular. The Cinque Terre were on the horizon. Emerald water. Cliffs dotted with colorful villages. I nearly wept. (Again.)
- 3:00 PM: Boat Tour! Was so fun, the water was clear, the wind was so nice.
- 5:00 PM: Back to the hotel to shower.
- 5:30 PM: Another gelato run. Needed to "refuel" after the trauma of the seagull incident and the emotional roller coaster of the boat trip. (Strawberry this time. Because, balance.)
- 7:00 PM: Dinner at a local trattoria. Ordered pasta. Again. (Come on, I'm in Italy!) And I think I might have accidentally ordered a whole pizza. (Don't judge me.)
- 9:00 PM: Stroll through the town, buy souvenirs. Try to avoid the temptation of every single shop selling ceramic cats. Failed. Bought a ceramic cat. His name is Franco.
- 10:00 PM: back to the hotel. Read. Contemplate life. Dream of pasta. And hope Franco the cat doesn't decide to haunt me in the night.
Day 3: Market Mayhem & Melodramatic Museum Moments
- 9:00 AM: Sleep in.
- 10:00 AM: Breakfast (obviously). More pastries. No shame.
- 11:00 AM: Chiavari market! Oh. My. God. The colors! The smells! The noise! Tomatoes the size of my head. Cheeses that smell like pure temptation. Leather bags that I absolutely cannot afford. People everywhere! I somehow managed to buy a scarf and a handful of olives. (Victory!) Accidentally bumped into someone. Said "Scusi!" way too loudly. Felt like a total tourist. Became.
- 1:00 PM: Picnic Lunch. After the market, found a bench. Ate olives, cheese, and the remains of my pizza. Bliss.
- 2:00 PM: Visit Museo di Chiavari. (Cultural enrichment! Or, at least, the attempt thereof.) The museum has a display of local art. I don’t know all the artists, but I’m pretty sure I teared up at a painting of a field of sunflowers. (Sensitivity level: maximum.)
- 4:00 PM: Found a tiny, unassuming shop. It wasn't very pretty, it didn't have many customers.
- 5:00 PM: Relax, read a book.
- 7:00 PM: Dinner. More pasta. (But this time… I’m trying to be adventurous. Ordering something new.)
- 8:00 PM: Walk. The sunset. The people.
- 9:00 PM: Getting ready for bed.
- 10:00 PM: Bed.
Day 4: Goodbye, Chiavari (and Hello, More Pasta!)
- 9:00 AM: Breakfast.
- 10:00 AM: More pasta. (Don’t deny what you feel!)
- 11:00 AM: Say goodbye.
- 12:00 PM: Say goodbye to the people.
This is just a rough guide. Expect deviations. Expect tears. Expect copious amounts of carbs. Expect a somewhat flawed, but hopefully entertaining, account of my Italian adventure. Bring wine, chocolate, and a sense of humor. You're going to need it. Ciao!
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Hotel Zia Piera: Chiavari's Secret...or is it? (Let's Get Real)
Okay, spill the tea. Is Zia Piera REALLY a "hidden gem" or just a charmingly dusty relic?
Look, I'm not gonna lie. The website *glows*. Like, seriously, photoshopped perfection. And yes, Zia Piera is charming...in a slightly chaotic, "your eccentric aunt's house" kind of way. It’s got that *vibe* where you feel like you've stumbled into a Fellini film. Dusty? Well, let's just say I developed a profound respect for the lint roller after that trip. But listen, charm outweighs dust bunnies any day. It truly is a hidden gem, but prepare for the real deal. It's less "luxury resort" and more "authentic Italian family vacation." Which, for me, is WAY better. Just don’t expect the Ritz.
The location – is it as dreamy as the photos make it seem? Are you *really* steps from the beach?
"Steps from the beach"... yeah, technically. You cross a road. A small, slightly busy road (Chiavari traffic is something else, let me tell you). Then, yes, BAM! Beach. The beach itself? Gorgeous. Pebbly, which is a love-it-or-hate-it thing. I loved it. The sound of the waves... bliss. One morning, I was out there at sunrise, and this ancient Italian guy was already swimming laps. I'm pretty sure he's been doing it since the dawn of time. It's idyllic, truly. But don't expect a sugary-white sand beach. Embrace the pebbles! They give it character.
The food! Tell me about the food. *Specifically* the breakfast. Because breakfast is life.
Okay, breakfast. Let’s talk breakfast. This is where Zia Piera truly shines, and also... where it can occasionally stumble. The coffee? Divine. Absolutely. Rich, strong, and they’ll keep it coming until you practically levitate from caffeine. The pastries? Fresh. Flaky. Dangerously delicious. I may or may not have eaten three croissants every morning. But, and this is a *minor* complaint, the selection can be a bit...consistent. You're getting croissants, maybe some bread, some fruit. Don't expect a hot food extravaganza. That said, the view from the breakfast room... overlooking the sea... makes up for, well, just about anything. One day that croissant felt *divine*. Another it was a bit...meh. But hey, it's real.
What are the rooms like? Are they clean? Are they air-conditioned? (Important questions!)
Okay, the rooms. This is where you'll find the charm levels cranked up to eleven, along with a *tiny* pinch of "lived-in." Clean? Yes, generally. Immaculate? Not always. Expect some character. We're talking mismatched furniture, maybe a slightly wonky door, and a view that either blows your mind or… is of the neighboring building's roof. Air conditioning *is* a thing, thank god. Chiavari in the summer is hot! My room had a tiny balcony, I am a balcony person, let’s just say I spent *a lot* of time there. The view? Okay, so it wasn't *the* best view, but it had its own charm. Felt like I was genuinely *living* in Chiavari, not just visiting. There's something to be said for that kind of immersion. One day, the shower didn't work. The next, it was fixed. It's that kind of place. Relax!
What about the staff? Are they friendly? Can they help with recommendations?
The staff… ah, the staff. This is where Zia Piera truly wins. They are *genuine.* They're not just going through the motions. They're Italian! They're chatty! They're warm! They’re like family (whether you want to be adopted or not). One woman, I think her name was Maria (or maybe it was Sophia, honestly my Italian is appalling) spent a good ten minutes teaching me how to order a *cappuccino senza zucchero* (without sugar) without making a complete idiot of myself. They’ll help with recommendations, but it’s more like they’ll *insist* you try this restaurant or go see that church. Embrace it. It's part of the magic. And honestly? Their recommendations were spot-on. I found the best gelato of my life thanks to them.
Is it good for families with kids?
Mixed bag, and I say this with love! Zia Piera feels like a good option for families, but it does depend on the family. The vibe is casual, so there's not a lot of pressure to keep the noise down. The beach is a good place for kids to run around. However, the rooms are not massive, so you might get a bit cramped. Also, the hotel has a small garden but no specific kids' facilities, which could be a problem for families who want structured entertainment. The staff is generally very friendly with kids, so that helps a lot. But if you are looking for a kid-centric hotel with a pool and a kids club, this is not it. I saw quite a few families there while I was there, and they seemed happy. Maybe it's just the general Italian life that's good for kids.
What's the best thing about staying at Zia Piera?
Okay, this is easy. The *vibe*. It's not a sterile, cookie-cutter hotel experience. It's a place where you feel like you're *living* the Italian life. Simple, unpretentious, authentic. And the location, of course. The feeling of waking up and being steps from the sea. That, and the staff. They're not trying to sell you anything. They're just… welcoming. One afternoon, I was sitting on the terrace, watching the sunset with a glass of wine. This elderly Italian gentleman (another one!) came over and started chatting. Didn't speak a word of English, I didn’t speak Italian, but we still managed to have a conversation. Pure magic. That's Zia Piera. Flawed, yes. Perfect? Absolutely.
Any major downsides? Anything I should know BEFORE I book?
Okay, gotta keep it real. Firstly, the noise. While in the heart of things, prepare for street noise, particularly in the morningsHotel Hop Now
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