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Okay, buckle up, because "Ibiza Paradise Found: Unbelievable Palladium Cala Llonga Luxury!" is a mouthful, and so is the experience. Let's just say, I've been slightly humbled. I came, I saw, I ate a lobster that probably cost more than my rent. And, honestly? I'm still processing.
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Accessibility: The First Hurdle… and Mostly Cleared
Right, so accessibility. This is HUGE for me. Being able to actually get around and enjoy a place is non-negotiable. And the Palladium, bless their cotton socks, mostly delivers. Wheelchair accessible is a definite tick. Elevators are plentiful, ramps are in place (mostly – more on that later…), and the staff seemed genuinely keen to help. The Facilities for disabled guests are a welcome sight. But… and there's always a "but," isn't there?
One particularly memorable instance involved a slightly-too-steep ramp leading to the pool. Fine, I thought, muscle memory, I can handle this. Then, mid-ramp, I realized the sun was in my eyes, my balance was off, and I was very close to recreating a scene from the Benny Hill Show, but with a wheelchair and a potentially mortifying cliffside plunge into the infinity pool. Thankfully, a very tanned, very ripped lifeguard materialized and gave me a helpful shove. He probably thought I was part of some elaborate performance art. I’m still not entirely sure he wasn’t.
On-site Accessible Restaurants/Lounges: Another big tick. Navigating between the restaurant and lounge seemed easy.
Internet: Because, Duh. (And Because My Boss Would Kill Me)
Okay, real talk. Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! (And, hell, Wi-Fi in public areas too… imagine that!), is a non-negotiable. I need to work, even in paradise. And the Palladium delivered. The Internet [LAN] option was tempting, but who remembers what LAN cords are? Internet access was generally reliable. I’m pretty sure I even managed to send some emails during my stay. The Internet Services offered felt pretty comprehensive.
Things to Do (Besides Obsessing Over My Email Inbox)
Good Lord, where do I even begin? The list is longer than my grocery shopping list after winning the lottery.
- Ways to relax: Okay, that's easy. First, the Body scrub! It was… well, it removed layers. Layers of stress, layers of dead skin, possibly a layer of my soul. I emerged feeling… different. Then, the Body wrap. I basically turned into a giant, human burrito. In a good way.
- Fitness center: I made an attempt. The equipment looked fancy, and I swear I saw a celebrity trainer yelling at someone. That was motivation enough for me to turn around and go to the Spa.
- Pool with view: YES. Oh, sweet, beautiful, infinity pool. The kind that makes you question all your life choices (in a good way).
- Sauna, Spa, Spa/sauna, Steamroom: All the relaxation stations were there. I went through them all. I sweated. I steamed. I felt… cleansed.
- Swimming pool [outdoor], Swimming pool: Plural, even. There were multiple pools. I’m pretty sure there was a pool dedicated solely to selfies.
- Foot bath: Oh. My. Feet. After a long day of pretending to be a glamorous jet-setter, that foot bath was pure heaven.
Cleanliness and Safety: The Post-Pandemic Angle (Because, Let’s Be Honest, We’re All Still a Little Paranoid)
The Palladium clearly takes this seriously. Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, and staff who are obviously trained in safety protocol were all a relief. The rooms were spotless. Rooms sanitized between stays, Hand sanitizer everywhere, Cashless payment service, Physical distancing of at least 1 meter. They've thought of it all. I even saw a sign that said, “Do not shake hands.” Which, frankly, I applauded.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: Where the Real Fun Begins (and My Credit Card Starts Crying)
- Restaurants: Loads. Loads of restaurants. And they're not just slapping down plates of chips.
- A la carte in restaurant, Buffet in restaurant: Options, galore.
- Asian cuisine in restaurant, Western cuisine in restaurant: You name it, they have it.
- Bar, Poolside bar: Essential. Absolutely essential.
- Coffee/tea in restaurant, Coffee shop: Caffeine is a must-have, especially after that early morning yoga class I totally didn’t attend.
- Desserts in restaurant: Oh, the desserts. The glorious desserts.
- Happy hour: Yes. Praise be.
- Snack bar: For those moments when you're feeling slightly peckish.
- Breakfast in room, Breakfast takeaway service: This is the life.
- Room service [24-hour]: Because even if you're trying to be fancy, sometimes you just want a burger at 3 AM.
Here's a particularly ridiculous anecdote: At the "high-end" restaurant, I decided to try the local specialty. A very expensive lobster dish. I sat there, trying to act like I knew what I was doing, while a waiter meticulously cracked the shell and presented it to me, dripping in butter. The problem? I'm a slob. Like, a major slob. Lobster went everywhere. Butter was all over my face. And then, the waiter, bless his heart, just smiled and offered me a bib. It was the most hilariously elegant moment of my life. I felt like I'd wandered onto a movie set.
The Foodie Ramble (Because I Can’t Help Myself): The buffet was a spectacle. Seriously, it was a sensory overload. You could get everything from expertly prepared sushi to sizzling steaks. There was a section dedicated to cheese. A cheese section! My inner child – the one who always demands a cheeseboard – nearly fainted. The Asian restaurant was divine. The soup was the best soup I've ever had. The service was impeccable.
Services and Conveniences: The Little Things That Make a Difference… and Might Bore You
From Air conditioning in public area to Business facilities (apparently, some people actually work on vacation!), the Palladium covers all the bases.
- Concierge: Beyond helpful.
- Daily housekeeping: My room was cleaner than my conscience after a week of indulgent living.
- Elevator, Facilities for disabled guests: Again, appreciated!
- Laundry service, Dry cleaning, Ironing service: Because I certainly didn't pack enough clothes.
- Luggage storage: Necessary.
- Safety deposit boxes: Perfect.
- Terrace: To enjoy my morning coffee/afternoon cocktails.
- Facilities for disabled guests: This gets a double mention because it really mattered.
Rooms: The Details (and Why I’d Actually Return)
- Available in all rooms: Air conditioning, Alarm clock, Bathtub, Blackout curtains, Closet, Coffee/tea maker, Complimentary tea, Daily housekeeping, Desk, Extra long bed, Free bottled water, Hair dryer, High floor, In-room safe box, Internet access – wireless, Ironing facilities, Mini bar, Private bathroom, Refrigerator, Satellite/cable channels, Seating area, Separate shower/bathtub, Shower, Slippers, Smoke detector, Soundproofing, Telephone, Toiletries, Towels, Visual alarm, Wake-up service, Wi-Fi [free].
- Room Decorations: Subtle, elegant. The kind of rooms that make you feel like you've actually arrived.
I’d be lying if I said the prices weren’t eye-watering. But… the experience? The sheer indulgence? The friendly faces, the breathtaking views? Worth it.
- Couple's room: Romantic!
- Non-smoking rooms: Perfect.
Getting Around (Because You Will Want to Leave the Bubble… Eventually)
- Airport transfer: Smooth, efficient, and a welcome relief after the flight.
- Car park [free of charge], Car park [on-site]: Convenient.
- Taxi service: Plentiful.
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Alright, buckle up, Buttercup, because this ain't your grandma's meticulously planned itinerary. This is the raw, unfiltered, probably-slightly-hungover chronicle of my trip to the Palladium Hotel Cala Llonga in Ibiza. Let's see if I can even remember where I put my sunblock.
Day 1: Arrival & That Initial "HOLY CRAP" Moment
- Morning (ish - let's be real, it was closer to noon): Arrive at Ibiza Airport. Okay, first observation: the airport is tiny. Which, on the plus side, meant less chaos. On the down side, the baggage carousel was basically a slow-moving torture device. Waited an eternity for my suitcase, wondering if I'd accidentally packed a whole other person in there.
- Afternoon: Pre-booked transfer to the Palladium (smartest decision, ever). The drive? Beautiful. Think turquoise water, craggy cliffs, and enough sunshine to make a vampire wince. My internal monologue started buzzing like a caffeinated hummingbird: "IBIZA! I'M ACTUALLY IN IBIZA!"
- Afternoon (continued): Check-in. Honestly, the lobby was… fine. Standard hotel lobby vibes. But then… we got to the room. And BAM. HOLY CRAP, the VIEW! I swear, the turquoise water was so close, I felt like I could practically jump off the balcony and swim. I may, or may not, have yelped with pure joy. Took a million pictures. Then a million more. Realized I needed a drink. Immediately.
- Late Afternoon/Early Evening: First drink at the hotel bar. Gin and tonic. Standard. But the vibe? Pure, unadulterated holiday bliss. Met a couple from Manchester who loved bad karaoke as much as I do. Instant friends. We may have already made future karaoke plans.
- Evening: Buffet dinner. Okay, the buffet. It was… a buffet. A massive, slightly overwhelming buffet. I tried everything. And by everything, I mean I probably ate my weight in bread and cheese. And maybe some mystery meat. No regrets. Except maybe the bread.
Day 2: Beach Days, Sunburns, and Questionable Life Choices
- Morning: Beach time! Cala Llonga beach is… well, it is gorgeous. Pristine sand, crystal clear water. Except, I didn't bring enough sunscreen. Rookie mistake. Spent a solid hour baking myself under the sun, feeling like a rotisserie chicken.
- Midday: Water sports! Decided to be adventurous and try paddleboarding. It was… not graceful. Fell off. A lot. Ended up looking like a beached whale, paddling furiously in the shallows. My new friend from Manchester (remember him? He's the karaoke fiend) captured the whole thing on video. I may need to bribe him to delete it.
- Afternoon: Attempted to sunbathe. Failed. Sunburn had set in. Looked down at my arms and saw red. Decided to embrace the lobster look. Took a nap.
- Late Afternoon/Evening: Dinner at the hotel's Italian restaurant. Pizza. Pasta. Wine. Carbo-loading like a champion. My sunburn was screaming, but the food was good. Sat next to a couple who have been coming to Ibiza for 30 years, that makes me feel very young, I wonder how old they are?
- Night: The karaoke night that must be talked about - this is where the story shifts into another, more embarrassing level. After a few shots, we decided to head to the hotel's karaoke. I'm a terrible singer and there's no denying that, but give me liquid courage and I'm ready to go. I got up and belted out "Livin' on a Prayer." The Manchester guys were roaring in laughter. I thought I was in heaven, but then the other guy said "Let's do it again, but this time with me singing it". The karaoke experience ended with us two singing for hours, completely butchering some classics, all under the gaze of some judging eyes. At one point, I think I saw the staff trying to subtly get us to stop. But the night ended at 3 am. Pure chaos. Pure. Joy.
Day 3: Exploring, Regret, and That Dance Floor.
- Morning: Woke up… feeling… rough. The karaoke hangover was real. My voice sounded like a dying cat. The sunburn was throbbing. I regretted every life choice that led me to that karaoke stage. Also, I have no idea where my sunglasses are.
- Midday: Dragged myself out of bed for a trip to Ibiza Town. The old town. The castle. The shops. All beautiful. Took a brief ferry ride to a small beach and looked beautiful for an hour.
- Afternoon: Back at the hotel. Did absolutely nothing for a few hours and relaxed on the balcony, hiding away from the sun.
- Late afternoon: Hotel restaurant for dinner. No alcohol for me. And then, the night was where the second of the two big moments during this trip happened, the hotel had a dancer group. I spend all evening sat admiring the dancers with my jaw open.
- Night: The hotel put on a show. Dancers were amazing. I forgot all the problems of the day, the sunburn, the karaoke, the hangover. It was pure escapism. I spent the night dreaming of being on the dance floor.
Day 4: The End is Near, I'm a bit sad.
- Morning: My last day. I don't want to leave. One last breakfast at the buffet. Ate everything but bread, to be safe.
- Midday: One last dip in the pool, taking in all the sun.
- Afternoon: Packing. Hating packing. Wishing I could stay another week.
- Evening: Final dinner. Trying to savor every last bite of the paella. Feeling surprisingly emotional about leaving.
- Night: Departed from Ibiza, in peace.
Post-Trip Thoughts:
Ibiza? Absolutely bonkers. Beautiful, chaotic, and utterly addictive. The Palladium Cala Llonga? A perfect base for all the madness. Would I go back? In a heartbeat. But next time, I'm bringing more sunscreen, less (or maybe more) fear, and definitely a better karaoke voice. Now… if only I could find those sunglasses…
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Ibiza Paradise Found: Unbelievable Palladium Cala Llonga Luxury! (Seriously, Though...?) - Your Unfiltered FAQ
Okay, so... is it *really* paradise? Like, actually? Or just Instagram paradise?
Alright, look. Insta ain't real life, we all know this. And yes, the Palladium Cala Llonga *is* gorgeous. The views? Forget about it. They’ll make you want to weep (in a good way, mostly). The turquoise water? Sparkling. But... paradise? Let's just say it's a *very* well-curated paradise.
Here's the thing: you're in Ibiza. You *expect* a bit of... well, let's call it "organized chaos." And the Palladium does a decent job of smoothing out the rough edges. But don't go expecting absolute Zen. You're in Ibiza. There will be music. There will be people. And there will be the occasional dodgy tan line. Which, by the way, I totally sported after my first few days. Fail.
So, *is* it paradise? Close enough. Pack your sunglasses, your sense of humor, and a healthy dose of reality.
The food situation... Spill the tea! How's the grub, honestly?
Right, food. This is a big one. Okay, so there's the main buffet. And look, buffets are buffets. They're usually a gamble. Sometimes you win, sometimes you feel like you've eaten airplane food disguised as a feast. The Palladium's? Generally... decent. Lots of choices. Lots of options. You'll definitely find *something* to stuff your face with.
The a la carte restaurants? Now *that's* where things get interesting. I tried the Italian place and, honestly, the lasagna was surprisingly good. I could've happily eaten two plates, which is, you know, a sign of a good lasagna. The Japanese place? A bit hit-or-miss. The sushi was okay, but the service? Slow. Like, *really* slow. I think I aged five years waiting for my tempura. But hey, the cocktails were strong. So, swings and roundabouts, yeah?
Pro-tip: If the all-inclusive includes a discount on certain high-end dishes, do it. I nearly missed out on the grilled octopus during my stay, a culinary experience I would have regretted for the rest of my days. Don't be me – treat yo’ self.
Tell me about the all-inclusive package. Was it worth it? Did you eat your weight in sangria?
Okay, so, the all-inclusive. This is a decision. A commitment. And honestly? For me, yes, it was worth it. But that's coming from someone who views a vacation as a competitive eating challenge.
Yes, I drank my weight in sangria. Don’t judge me. It was *hot*. And yes, I sampled every single cocktail on the menu. Some more than once. The bar staff? Bless them. They probably needed therapy after dealing with me.
The benefit of the all-inclusive is the freedom. You don't have to worry about the bill. You can grab a snack whenever you fancy. You can *literally* spend all day by the pool, sipping your beverage of choice, without stressing. And the stress reduction alone? Worth the price of admission. Just… pace yourself. Or don’t. Whatever. You’re on holiday.
The pools? What are they like? Did you spend all day in there?
The pools are *chef’s kiss*. Seriously. Multiple pools, all stunning. One adult-only infinity pool that looks straight out of a magazine spread. Another one is big and bustling, geared more towards families. I found the perfect sweet spot: a quieter pool tucked away, with a swim-up bar.
Did I spend all day in the pool? Okay, maybe. But in my defence, the sun was relentless! And the swim-up bar was, shall we say, strategically placed. Honestly, the only reason I ever left was to refuel at the buffet (see above).
Minor Gripe: They should really have more umbrellas. Prime real estate at the pool can be a bit... competitive. I witnessed some serious towel-based turf wars. Pack a hat, and maybe a slingshot (just kidding... kinda).
What about the beach? Is it accessible? Worth visiting?
Cala Llonga beach is right there, basically on your doorstep. It's a beautiful cove, protected from the wind. The sand is soft, the water is clear… what's not to love?
It can get a bit crowded, especially during peak season, but it's worth a visit. You can rent sunbeds and umbrellas. There are a few restaurants and bars where you can grab lunch or a drink. It's a perfect place to spend an afternoon. And I highly recommend trying the chiringuito (beach bar) sangria. Just... don't try to swim after! (I wouldn’t know about that, of course…)
Are there any activities? What about the kids' club?
Okay, let's be real. I'm not a huge "activities" kind of person. I’m more of a "sunbed and sangria" kinda gal. However, there *were* activities on offer. Water sports at the beach (jet skis, paddleboards – the usual suspects). There were also fitness classes, yoga, and all sorts of stuff. I saw some people doing it. I was mostly judging them from my poolside perch.
The kids’ club? I didn't personally experience it. But I did see a lot of happy, sun-kissed children running around. So, seems like a good sign. Apparently, it's well-staffed and offers a variety of programs. So if you're travelling with kids, you're sorted.
The rooms! Are they as luxurious as they sound? Any tips?
The rooms are modern, clean, and generally quite lovely. The balconies are a *huge* selling point (especially if you snag a room with a sea view – worth the extra cash!).
Here's a major tip: Request a room away from the main pool area, particularly if you value your beauty sleep. The pool parties can be loud. Like, *really* loud. I made the mistake of not doing that once. Never again. (Although the view from my room was, admittedly, spectacular… it was a trade-off, I tell ya!) And if you're a light sleeper, pack earplugs. Trust me on this one.
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