Castellaro Golf Resort
No availability found through our partners. Please contact the business directly or check some of our recommended alternatives.
How has this hotel rated in the past?
Photos of Castellaro Golf Resort
TripAdvisor Reviews Castellaro Golf Resort Imperia
Travel Blogs from Imperia
... 8217;s gossip who instantly reminded us of the Golden Girls – remember that programme from the 80’s? That then set us off trying to remember their names but we got there in the end: Blanche, Dorothy, Rose and Sophia (aka Ma!!!)
Oh dear, we’re showing our age now...moving on!
Every house was a shade of orange and yellow with arches which ...
... and wandered around to the front of the casino. Should we go in? Paul wasn't so keen because he felt underdressed and a little intimidated. He was wearing track pants with white paint all over them, his big hermitude hoodie and odd socks with sandals. He also hasn't shaved in close to a month and was carrying a once white but now dirt brown fabric shopping bag. So I can understand why. Everyone who was around was dressed very nicely and we did feel a little out ...
Step 12: The Light at the End of the Tunnel
I have always prided myself on the fact that I am pretty good with directions and that I am most often the only one of my siblings that knows where we are at any given moment. However, this is not the case in Europe. At any given point the only direction or landmark I can point towards is the ocean/sea. Despite the fact that I am never too sure of which way to go, I can at least read a map ...
... mid-way point. Arrived at campsite before dark with enough time to set up and try out all our camping gear.
Au Revoir France, ciao Italy! Ciao means hello, and goodbye. And I am sure Jen would agree. After deciding to avoid the tolls on our GPS, and bumping our drive time from 3 1/2 hours to 8, we head out to Cinque Terre. While driving along the cliffs above Monaco was ...
Of Cannes, St Tropez and Monaco it was the latter that won the prestige of a day trip from from the Betts. However between the laid back Bett gene (Dan) and the 'Draper Standard Time (15 minutes late for the majority of my life) gene (Nel) our day trip turned into an afternoon trip. Lucky for us there wasn't much to see, and it was incredibly hot. We poor little petals really sweltered in this 36 degree heat, still disarmed by it despite over a month of travelled in European summer! ...