- Breakfast Available
- Multilingual staff
- Room service
- Kids pool
- Swimming pool
- Outdoor pool
TripAdvisor Reviews Gandia Playa
Travel Blogs from Gandia
... Is that your suit? Do you wear that in the water?" It was a ĘtankiniĘ - a tank top suit with a little bathing skirt to go with it. I said that it was somewhat common there - especially for moms who are a bit self-conscious about their bodies. She then saw Molly with her suit - 2 pieces, but a suit that primarily covered her up. Both Ana and Nuria were shocked that in a place like the U.S. that women wear more modest suits. I ...
... I can't believe how many bathrooms are in their house - 1 on each level and I think there were 5 levels (it was hard to keep track). Mum and dad settled in for the night while Bela, Bernard and I made our way into the Fiesta which was being held in the centre of Gandia. I was amazed how busy it was @ 10pm at night - there were people and food everywhere. I was trying to take in all I could as well as making sure I didn't get separated from Bela and Bernard. It was such a ...
... to see all the sites. We saw the Torres (towers)
which are famous because they were the original entrance to the old
Valencia. Then we got a fun lunch at a pub and got paella, salad, melted
cheese on turkey, and bacon and eggs. This was way more than we should of
ate, but we still made room for coffee and a pineapple dessert.
When we got back to the house, we layed out by the pool for a few hours, and
then proceeded to ...
Valencia, to tell you the truth, doesn┤t have much to offer for a tourist. A bunch of expensive touristy cafes, a gigantic church that el Papa (the Pope) actually visited last weekend (we climbed to the top of the bell tower which was cool), and lucky for me, tons of fresh squeezed orange juice that we definitely treated ourselves to. Glad we spent more time in Barcelona! But it┤s nice to just relax, soak in the Spanishness, and eat Paella (2nd try was excellent, love the seafood ...
It was a spectacular fall. And a spectacularly embarrassing one. A concrete bridge spans the grassy agora, flanked on either side by concrete stairs leading to the bottom level. I was reading a text message while walking up the left set of stairs. About two steps from the top my foot caught, sending my hand slamming down on the railing and my knees slamming down onto the steps. After hurriedly getting up and finding no one had remarked my fall, I ...