Uncover the Hidden Gem: Ai Casali, Cividale del Friuli's Best-Kept Secret!
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into the allegedly hidden gem that is Ai Casali in Cividale del Friuli! Forget pristine reviews and perfectly curated photos – you're getting the real deal, warts and all. Think of it as a travel diary entry, scrawled in slightly shaky handwriting after one too many glasses of local Friulian wine.
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Right then, let's crack on.
First Impressions & Getting There: The 'A-Ha' Moment (and the Slightly Hectic Drive)
Finding Ai Casali wasn't exactly like stumbling upon a pirate's treasure. Google Maps, bless its algorithmic heart, guided me without too much drama. Accessibility? Well, the initial approach seemed promising. Plenty of parking – Car park [free of charge], Car park [on-site] - which is immediately a win in my book. The entrance? Seemed doable for anyone with mobility concerns. I think there was a gentle ramp somewhere… Look, I'm not going to lie, I'm not exactly an expert on accessibility, but it appeared reasonably good. They've got an elevator, which is crucial. I spotted a couple of Facilities for disabled guests listed, which is a good sign - though I didn’t personally check them out. (Note to self: Next time, check them out!) The drive itself? Beautiful. The Friulian countryside is breathtaking, winding roads, the rolling hills… you're basically drinking in the landscape by the gallon. My only qualm? I got a little lost, missed a turn, and ended up on a road that was maybe suitable for a small goat cart. Added a few grey hairs, but the payoff was worth it.
The Room: Nesting and Nibbling (and the Occasional Minor Annoyance)
Available in all rooms: Okay, let's get this out of the way: the rooms are well-equipped. My room (a non-smoking one, cheers!) had Air conditioning, Alarm clock, Bathrobes, Blackout curtains, Carpeting, Closet, Coffee/tea maker, Complimentary tea (essential!), Daily housekeeping, Desk, Hair dryer, In-room safe box, Internet access – wireless, Ironing facilities, Laptop workspace, Linens, Mini bar, Mirror, Private bathroom, Refrigerator, Satellite/cable channels, Seating area, Shower, Slippers, Smoke detector, Socket near the bed, Sofa, Soundproofing, Telephone, Toiletries, Towels, Wake-up service, Wi-Fi [free]. Whew! That's a mouthful.
I did, however, have a minor issue: a slightly wonky WiFi signal. This is a rant! I mean, I paid for the 'Internet access – wireless', but kept losing the darned connection! In this day and age, you need your internet! Ok, vent over!
The beds are comfy. The Extra long bed was a treat. The Bathroom was clean but not really show-stopping. It had a separate shower/bathtub with good water pressure -- a small luxury in my book. Bonus points: Free bottled water. Always appreciated. The Mini bar was tempting, but I was saving myself for the wine cellar (more on that later).
The Food: Glorious, Glorious Food (and the Occasional Over-Ordering)
Okay, let's talk food. This is where Ai Casali really shines. Seriously, Friulian cuisine? Divine. The Breakfast [buffet] was a delightful spread of local cheeses, cured meats (try the San Daniele prosciutto – it’s practically a religion!), fresh breads, pastries (omg, the pastries!), and even Asian breakfast options. I sampled everything. No regrets. There's a Coffee shop to get your caffeine fix.
But the main event? The restaurant! The Restaurants are a highlight. We're talking A la carte in restaurant, Buffet in restaurant, International cuisine in restaurant, Vegetarian restaurant, and Western cuisine in restaurant. I ate so much. I started with a humble salad ([Salad in restaurant]]), then had soup ([Soup in restaurant]]), then I had some more. The dishes were amazing. Honestly, I probably went overboard on the appetizers.
The Poolside bar was a constant temptation, with Happy hour, Coffee/tea in restaurant, Desserts in restaurant and Snack bar options. Just picture it: lounging by the pool, sipping a cocktail, and munching on something delicious. Forget your problems!
The Spa & Wellness: My Body is Officially Pudding (in a Good Way)
This is where Ai Casali ascends to the realm of pure, unadulterated indulgence. The Spa is amazing. They have a Fitness center which I intended to use, but somehow, I only caught a glimpse of it. Priorities!
The Pool with view? Stunning. The Sauna, the Steamroom, the Spa/sauna, and the Swimming pool [outdoor]? Bliss. I went through the entire cycle of pampering -- a Body scrub (felt divine!), a Body wrap (made me feel like a giant burrito!), and a long, deep Massage. The masseuse was a magician. Seriously, worth the price of admission alone. And the Foot bath? Perfect.
The Small Stuff: Service, Cleanliness, and those Little Extras
The staff are generally lovely. Staff trained in safety protocol (I think! I hope!). There’s a Front desk [24-hour], which is handy. Contactless check-in/out (appreciated in these Covid times). The place felt clean. They do a lot of Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, and Rooms sanitized between stays. My room was immaculate. I saw signs of Hand sanitizer placed all over the place.
Things to Do (When You're Not Eating or Spa-ing)
Besides relaxing by the pool, the region has lots to offer. I spent an afternoon exploring Cividale del Friuli, absolutely enchanting. You must, must, visit the Ponte del Diavolo (Devil's Bridge). It's got a good viewing area. There is also a Shrine listed, but I did not have time to investigate. And, of course, the wine region! Wine tasting is a must-do. The hotel can arrange things like Meetings and even Seminars (if you're into that sort of thing), but I was all about the leisure. They also offer Babysitting service and Family/child friendly.
The Quirks, Imperfections, and Overall Vibe
It's not perfect. No place is. I felt that for all the effort that went into the hotel that there were a few things missing from my room. For instance, even though there's a Mirror, it was not in the best location. There was an uneven floor tile next to my bed. And, yes, I did encounter the aforementioned WiFi issues.
But honestly? These are minor gripes. The overall vibe is relaxed, welcoming, and effortlessly stylish. It's a place where you can truly switch off, recharge, and indulge. Pets allowed is listed as unavailable.
The Verdict: Should You Go? HELL YES!
Look, if you're looking for a flawless, sterile experience, maybe this isn't the place for you. But, if you want authentic charm, incredible food and wine, a top-notch spa experience, and a genuine sense of relaxation, Ai Casali is a must-visit. It's a place where you can lose yourself, discover the magic of Friuli, and leave feeling utterly rejuvenated.
My Recommendation: Book it. Immediately. Before everyone else discovers this hidden gem. And let's face it, you deserve it!
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Escape to Paradise: Uncover the Hidden Gem of Cividale del Friuli!
Tired of the same old getaways? Craving an experience that tantalizes your taste buds, soothes your soul, and leaves you feeling utterly refreshed? Then prepare to be captivated by Ai Casali, Cividale del Friuli's Best-Kept Secret!
Here's why you should book your unforgettable escape today:
- Indulge Your Senses: Imagine waking up to a lavish Breakfast [buffet], followed by a dip in the Swimming pool [outdoor] with breathtaking views. Savor the flavors of Friulian cuisine in our exceptional Restaurants, and surrender to pure bliss in our world-class Spa.
- Unwind and Rejuvenate: Pamper yourself with a luxurious Massage, a revitalizing Body wrap, and a session in the Sauna and Steamroom. Let us melt your stress away.
- Explore the Enchanting Friulian Region: Discover the beauty of Cividale del Friuli and immerse yourself in the local culture. Relax on the **
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your glossy travel brochure itinerary. This is real life, baby, and we're about to get gloriously, wonderfully lost in Ai Casali Cividale del Friuli. My brain's already a tangled plate of spaghetti, so let's see if we can make some sense of this chaos…
Ai Casali Cividale del Friuli: My Friulian Fiasco (With Occasional Brilliance)
Day 1: Arrival, Aperitivo & the Aggravating Art of Luggage-Wrangling
- Morning (or, more accurately, Late Morning): Flight lands in Venice. Venice! Gorgeous, right? Wrong. Getting through passport control felt like navigating a particularly grumpy herd of sheep. Then, the luggage carousel – oh, the luggage carousel. Mine, naturally, was living its best life somewhere in the stratosphere. Finally after about an hour of staring blankly at the revolving carousel, and a couple of frantic phone calls, my suitcase was finally here! My "friend" who did not know the meaning of time had arrived an hour late to pick me up. And, in his effort to make it up to him, we arrived at Ai Casali around 4 p.m. I was already feeling the heat, the exhaustion, and the urge to scream into a pillow.
- Afternoon: Check-in and the "Charm" of Rustic Italian Plumbing. Ai Casali is stunning. Seriously, picture a Tuscan escape, but with a touch of Friulian grit. Stone walls, rolling hills, the works. The room? Lovely. That is, until I attempted to shower. Let's just say the water pressure was… "suggestive." More of a gentle trickle than a cleansing downpour. I started to wonder if I forgot my shower.
- Late Afternoon/Early Evening: Aperitivo Redemption! I deserved this. Absolutely. Found a cute little bar in Cividale itself, right. I had an Aperol Spritz (or three, depending on how the day went) and some of the local prosciutto – melt-in-your-mouth deliciousness. This is where it gets good! I also had a pizza, because why not! I ended up in a long conversation with an old Italian man. We did not speak the same language but he talked about his love of the land, and his friends. I remember feeling so connected to something so old. I did not stop drinking during the whole conversation. I remember feeling so happy. I remember laughing A LOT.
Day 2: Churches, a Bridge and One Very Stinky Cheese
- Morning: The Longobard Temple & a Crisis of Faith (in my Navigation Skills). I mean, it's a UNESCO World Heritage site, so naturally I had to find it. Easier said than done. My sense of direction is, let's say, aspirational. I walked in circles for a good half-hour, muttering under my breath, before finally stumbling upon the damn thing. Thankfully, it was beautiful! The Longobard Temple is one of a kind but I felt that my lack of knowledge about its past was preventing me fully from enjoying it. I'll be honest, the beauty of the place was a lot to take in that early. I think by this point I was overstimulated.
- Lunch: A Bridge Too Far (and a Cheese Too Strong). I was feeling adventurous, so I decided to try what the locals were having. I found a local eatery near the Ponte del Diavolo, what a place! I ordered whatever the chef had. I am a bit sensitive and have no experience with Italian cheeses. I did not realize that what I ate was a cheese. Well, that was the most putrid thing I have ever tried, even when I think about it now, it is making me queasy…
- Afternoon: A Rambling Walk (and the realization that gelato is a necessity). I spent the afternoon wandering along the Natisone River. The scenery? Stunning. The need for gelato? Urgent. Found a tiny gelateria that served the most amazing pistachio gelato. It saved me.
- Evening: A Food Fight in Pasta Heaven. My friend arrived and we went to discover a nice place to eat. After the gelato, I was feeling strong. I was ready to order a whole plate of pasta. After an hour of waiting, our food was not on the table. After another half hour of waiting, we asked the waiter about our food. He shrugged and suggested that our order might have been lost. Okay, at this point I did lose it a little bit… A massive food fight started in my head, every possible scenario I could have imagined, started to develop. After a few moments, the food was on the table. I still don't understand the situation, but the pasta was very good!
Day 3: Wine tasting and the Great Existential Question: Who am I?
- Morning: Vineyard Vibes and Wine Woes. I had a wine tasting booked. I tried a few wines but not all. I still managed to be the last person in the room, and I was slightly too drunk. I spent a while with one of the people working there, who was very kind.
- Afternoon: The Search for Meaning (and a decent souvenir). The wine did its part and I continued the search for meaning. Who am I? I still don't know. I wandered the shops and found a souvenir. I was happy.
- Evening: The Last Supper (and the crushing reality of leaving). I had one last special meal, where I tried to savour every moment. But I was already mourning the end of the trip. I don't know why but I was not ready to leave.
- Late Night: Back to the hotel, pack, cry myself to sleep. (Okay, maybe not cry, but definitely a moment of wistful reflection).
Day 4: Departure – Until Next Time, Friuli (Because I'll be back!)
- Morning: Final Italian breakfast, one last espresso, and the inevitable scramble to pack.
- Afternoon: Goodbye Venice. The whole flight back I was dreaming of Ai Casali!
The Verdict:
Ai Casali? Amazing. Messy? Absolutely. Perfect? Hell no. But that's the beauty of it. It's raw, real, and full of unexpected joys (and questionable cheese). Would I go back? In a heartbeat. Because sometimes, the best trips are the ones that leave you slightly bewildered, utterly in love, and with a suitcase full of gelato-stained memories. Just maybe pack some extra deodorant next time. And a strong stomach. And a good map. (Okay, maybe just a good map for me).
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So, I'm thinking about taking up the ukulele. Am I too old? (Seriously, I’m ancient.)
Okay, so first off, "ancient"? Honey, I'm pretty sure my ukulele is older than some of the zoomers I see on TikTok. (And they’re *all* ukulele prodigies, apparently.) The point is, NO! You're *never* too old. Trust me, my fingers creak more than a rusty swing set, and my brain sometimes feels like it's filled with cotton candy, but I'm *still* strumming away. I actually started learning at [your age]. It's about finding the joy, not winning a grammy. Unless you *do* win a Grammy. (I wouldn't be mad.)
What kind of ukulele should I buy for a beginner? I'm overwhelmed.
Oh, the ukulele abyss! So many choices! Here’s the brutally honest truth: Don't spend a fortune. Start with something cheap and cheerful, a soprano or concert size. I made the mistake of buying a super-fancy, gorgeous tenor ukulele *before* I could play a single chord. It’s beautiful, yes. Does it gather dust? Also yes. I spent like, a month fumbling, and then it was just...sitting there. Collecting dust. The point is, you don’t need a Stradivarius of ukuleles to start. Get a basic one, something under $100. And *maybe* order a strap. I dropped mine...a lot. (It’s now known as "The Drop-ula.")
Are ukulele chords really that easy? I've seen videos, and they look…simple.
Simple? Hah! Simple like assembling IKEA furniture at 3 AM after a bottle of wine. Yes, the *shape* of the chords might look deceptively easy. Three fingers, a few frets...no biggie, right? Wrong. The *real* challenge is the finger dexterity, the tuning, the *rhythm*. And the little voices in your head that whisper things like, "You’ll never get this," and "Just give up and go eat a donut." (Donuts are a good distraction, by the way. Just…don't get frosting on your ukulele.) But keep at it, because when that first, semi-decent chord rings out? Pure. Freaking. Magic. Seriously, it's like you've conquered Mount Everest…of four strings. Took me a while to even get the "C" chord right. Kept muting the wrong strings!
What's the best way to learn ukulele chords?
Okay, here's where the real advice is. There are tons of methods. YouTube tutorials are your friends. Find a teacher if you can swing it. But honestly? Practice. Relentlessly. Even when you feel like your fingers are cramping and your brain is turning into a bowl of alphabet soup. I personally struggled with the G chord for like, a month. I remember feeling such frustration, like I would never be able to do it. Eventually, I started practicing every day, even if it was for just 10 minutes. It slowly got better. And don’t be afraid to start with simple songs. I mean, REALLY simple. "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star." (Don't judge me.) Or try a free ukulele chord app, I use the one called "Ukulele chords". And don't be afraid to mess up. That's part of the fun. I was probably a month into it and I remember playing in front of friends, and my hands were shaking so badly that I couldn't even strum properly.
How do I tune my ukulele? This is driving me bonkers.
Ah, tuning. The eternal struggle. Before I found a decent tuner, I tried tuning by ear. Let me tell you, that was a *disaster*. Spent more time tuning than playing. I actually ended up with my neighbor yelling, "Is that a cat fighting a rusty chainsaw?" And he's a musician himself! Get a digital tuner! Clip-on tuners are easy to use. Or, if you're feeling techy, use a tuner app on your phone. Just remember: G-C-E-A (Goats Can Eat Apples!). Tune often, because your ukulele will drift out of tune faster than you can say "pineapple."
Is it embarrassing to play ukulele in public?
Embarrassing? Look, here’s the thing about ukulele: People either love it, or they're indifferent. I would say the vast majority are charmed. Unless you're playing "Baby Shark" on repeat at a bus stop during rush hour. Then, maybe. (Just kidding, mostly.) Wear it with pride! I’ve played in front of a few people. It's been a pretty positive reception, even if I make mistakes. One time, at a picnic, I played a terribly off-key version of "Somewhere Over the Rainbow." I was mortified. I had messed up the chords so badly, I thought the sky would fall. My friend just turned and told me, calmly, “It's OK, hon. We’ll get you singing karaoke at a bar in no time.” I was so embarrassed I stopped for a moment. Then I looked up and saw people smiling! People were actually enjoying my terrible playing. It was because of the music wasn't necessarily good but just because I was putting myself out there. That's the most important thing.
I'm struggling! Should I give up?
Okay, deep breath. We've all been there. Wanting to chuck the ukulele across the room. Wanting to just give up, and go back to binge-watching Netflix. Probably. There are definitely days when those little strings feel like they're deliberately trying to sabotage your musical ambitions. But seriously, don't give up! Remember the joy? The small victories? The feeling of *finally* getting that chord right? Take a break if you need to. Walk away. Come back tomorrow with fresh fingers and a renewed sense of… well, hopefully, *optimism*. Then go back to it. Because every mistake is a learning opportunity. And every strum, even a bad one, is a step forward. Plus, imagine the look on your face when you finally get good enough to play "Bohemian Rhapsody" on the ukulele! (Okay, maybe not. But you get the idea.)
