Mirella's House: Camogli's Hidden Gem? You WON'T Believe This!
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because we're diving deep into Mirella's House: Camogli's Hidden Gem? You WON'T Believe This! – and trust me, you might not. I just spent a week there (or, maybe, I survived a week there… more on that later), and I'm spilling all the beans, the good, the bad, and the slightly burnt. And let me be clear: This isn't your typical, sterile hotel review. This is a real-world, unfiltered, probably-needs-a-trigger-warning-for-excessive-honesty breakdown of the place.
First, the Hype (and Why You SHOULD Consider Going)
Look, Camogli itself is freaking gorgeous. Think pastel-colored buildings clinging to a cliffside, the salty air, the sound of the waves… It's the stuff postcards are made of. And Mirella's House? Well, it definitely tries to live up to that postcard promise. They're pushing the "hidden gem" angle, and, honestly, it's a fair assessment. It’s not a massive impersonal resort, but a somewhat quirky, family-run (I think?) place. It’s got that charm, you know?
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- Accessibility: Okay, this is where things get a little dicey. I didn't personally assess the wheelchair situation, but from what I saw, some areas seem okay, others… less so. Facilities for disabled guests are listed, but I strongly urge you to call and get very specific about your needs. Elevator is listed, which is a plus, and there's is check-in/out [private] option, helpful for anyone who is trying to bypass a crowded lobby.
- Internet: Thank the Wi-Fi Gods! Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! is thankfully true. They also have (surprisingly) Internet access [LAN] options, if you fancy yourself a wired prodigy. Wi-Fi in public areas seemed to work, but sometimes, it got a little creative with its connections (think: dial-up modem in 2024).
- Things to Do/Ways to Relax (The Good Stuff): This is where Mirella's starts to shine. They actually have a Pool with view (which is seriously the highlight, and yes, you can see the sea!). There's also a Spa/sauna and Steamroom (which I didn't get around to trying – too much gelato to be consumed!). Massage is available, always a bonus. A Fitness center is listed, but I'm not sure if it's fully stocked with all the equipment you need, and a gym/fitness.
- Cleanliness and Safety (The Pandemic Edition): YES, they've got all the "anti-viral cleaning products," "daily disinfection in common areas," "hand sanitizer" (everywhere!), and "staff trained in safety protocol" jazz. I saw a lot of it in action, BUT, and this is a big BUT… more on that later when I get to my personal experience with Covid-19. Rooms sanitized between stays, Room sanitization opt-out available, Professional-grade sanitizing services, Safe dining setup. They had all the bells and whistles.
- Dining, Drinking, and Snacking (The Fuel for My Adventures): This is where Mirella's mostly delivered, but watch out! They have, and they are happy that they have, Restaurants, Bars, Coffee shop, and Snack bar, the latter of which I frequented way more than I'd like to admit. They have Western breakfast and Asian breakfast. They have Breakfast [buffet] (mostly good, but the scrambled eggs were a touch rubbery). A la carte in restaurant is also helpful. They have a Poolside bar AND Happy hour – vital for a relaxing trip. Room service [24-hour], is crucial for us weary travelers. Bottle of water is provided.
- Services and Conveniences (The Stuff That Makes Life Easier): Concierge service? Check. Daily housekeeping? Double-check. Laundry service? Yes! They also have Luggage storage, Safety deposit boxes, and even a Gift/souvenir shop (because, let's be honest, you’re going to need to buy something to prove you actually went to Camogli). CCTV in common areas, Front desk [24-hour], is good.
- For the Kids (If You're Brave Enough): Babysitting service. Family/child-friendly, but that is probably an understatement.
- Getting Around: Car park [free of charge], Car park [on-site], Valet parking, Airport transfer, and Taxi service. Okay, that is a huge plus!
- Available in all rooms: Air conditioning, Wake-up service, Wi-Fi [free], Mirror, etc.
My Mirella's House Experience: The Wild Ride
Okay, now we get to the juicy stuff, the reason you're reading this: my personal account.
Let me preface this by saying I'm not exactly a high-maintenance traveler. I'm more "adventure-seeking-with-a-side-of-comfort" kind of person. I love a good, authentic experience. And Mirella's House? It definitely gave me that.
- The Room Roulette: My room was… let's call it "characterful." It had a stunning sea view (seriously, breathtaking!), an extra-long bed, all the toiletries I needed, and a mini-bar stocked with overpriced snacks. But it also had a slightly temperamental air conditioner that sounded like a dying animal, a shower that alternated between freezing and scalding (never in between!), and a mysterious stain on the carpet that I chose not to investigate. (I have to admit, I loved the Room decorations!)
- The Service Saga: The staff, bless their hearts, were lovely! Friendly, helpful, and genuinely trying to provide good service. However, communication was sometimes a challenge. Let’s say, my request for a bottle of water at 3 am resulted in a rather puzzled delivery of… a single apple. But hey, at least they tried!
- The Pool with a View (Heaven on Earth): Forget the minor imperfections; the pool. The pool made up for everything. Imagine: crystal-clear water, the sun beating down, an infinity edge spilling into the shimmering Mediterranean. I spent hours there just gazing across the sea. The only downside? I think my skin is now 80% chlorine.
- The Food Fiasco: The breakfast buffet was decent, but it was a tad "samey” after a while. I have to admit, though, the pasta dishes at the restaurant were divine, and the pizza from the Snack bar? Perfection. I also went the Vegetarian restaurant. However, be wary of ordering room service. Let's just say my attempt at an "early-morning cappuccino" ended up arriving as a lukewarm, milky concoction several hours later. I had to go get my own cofee some other way.
- The Illness Encounter: Deep breath. So… I got hit with the dreaded lurgy. Yes, I tested positive for COVID-19 while staying at Mirella’s. Now, the staff handled it brilliantly. They were on it immediately, isolating me, arranging for a doctor, and ensuring I had everything I needed (within reason, of course – no magic healing potions). I was genuinely impressed with their commitment to safety and care. They even offered a room sanitization post-stay.
- The Quirks and Charms: I loved it! Mirella's House isn't a flawless, cookie-cutter hotel. It’s got quirks, it's got imperfections, and it's got a whole lotta character. That's what makes it memorable. Sure, the A/C was dodgy, and the shower was sometimes sadistic, but the overall vibe? It was pure, unadulterated Italy. I felt like I was staying at a (slightly chaotic) family home, and I loved it.
My Verdict: Should You Go?
Listen, if you're looking for a sterile, ultra-luxurious, everything-is-perfect hotel experience, Mirella's House might not be for you. However, if you’re seeking an authentic, charming escape in a gorgeous setting, with a pool to die for, and if you’re willing to embrace a few (and I mean a few) imperfections, then absolutely, book it.
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Okay, buckle up buttercups, because Mirella's house in Camogli is about to get real. This isn't your perfectly curated Instagram travelogue; this is the messy, glorious reality of YOUR vacation. Prepare for anecdotes, opinions, the occasional existential crisis brought on by too much limoncello, and a whole lot of "Oh, crap, I forgot to pack…"
Mirella's House: A Unique Jewel (Camogli, Italy) - Or, My Italian Adventure and the Great Tomato Debacle of '23
(Pre-Trip Panic & Packing Hell)
- Days Before Arrival: The emails start. Mirella, bless her heart, is very detailed. "Bring your own beach towels, per favore." "The washing machine is… temperamental." "And be sure to enjoy the sunset, it is magnifico." Magnifico? My life is rarely "magnifico" before caffeine. Packing. Ugh. I'm already convinced I've forgotten something vital. Like, deodorant. Or a passport. Or, oh god, pants.
(Day 1: Arrival - The Great Expectations vs. Brutal Reality)
Morning: Flight from London. The turbulence was biblical. I clutched my bag (containing mostly snacks and emergency chocolate) and prayed to every deity I could remember.
Afternoon: Arrive in Genoa, where I get slightly lost looking for the train. It’s hot. I’m sweating. My luggage wheel broke. Eventually, miraculously, found the correct train and arrived at Camogli station. Exhausted, I'm immediately swept away by the view of Camogli's colorful buildings spilling towards the sea. Pure. Unadulterated. Wow. This is the magnifico Mirella promised.
Check-In: Mirella (herself!) meets us. She’s a whirlwind of hugs, broken English, and rapid Italian. It wasn't exactly smooth. The key got stuck. The washing machine, as promised, looked like a relic from the Roman Empire.
Afternoon: Finally, in the house. It's beautiful, don't get me wrong. The view from the balcony? Stunning. But… the stairs! They're steeper than I anticipated. I'm pretty sure I lost a few pounds hauling my suitcase (which now has only one wheel, btw) up those things. A quick unpack. I can feel the jet lag.
Evening: Wandering through Camogli. Dinner is at a trattoria called "Il Pescatore" (The Fisherman). The seafood is unbelievably fresh and good, and I'm already in love with the local wine. I also realized I definitely forgot something important: a phone charger. It's okay, I'm embracing the disconnect. This is magnifico, right?
(Day 2: Beaches, Basil, and a Bizarre Encounter)
- Morning: Coffee at a bar overlooking the harbor. So far the people are friendly and the coffee robust. The people-watching potential is off the charts. A gaggle of Italian grandmas playing cards? Sold.
- Afternoon: Beach time! I get a gelato (obviously) – pistachio, my weakness – and settle on the pebbly beach. Sea is crystal clear. The sun is warm. I'm utterly, blissfully relaxed… until a rogue wave nearly wipes me out, and the Italian man next to me starts loudly arguing with his wife about the proper amount of sunscreen. Classic.
- Late Afternoon/Evening: The Great Basil Debacle. I went to the local market to buy some beautiful, fragrant basil. Intending to make a simple pasta. I manage to misinterpret the vendor's instructions and buy the wrong kind of tomatoes, end up wrestling with a can of crushed tomatoes that explodes everywhere. I’m pretty sure I ended up wearing more tomato than I consumed. My pasta? Edible. My kitchen? Reminiscent of a crime scene. I end up ordering pizza. It was magnifico.
(Day 3: Hiking, Heartbreak, and the Best Focaccia Ever)
- Morning: Attempt a hike along the coastal path. Hiked through the most amazing scenery, saw some amazing views. The trails are challenging with sheer drop-offs. (If you look down it triggers a panic attack)
- Later: Sitting on a bench, looking over the sea. I cried because… reasons. Because the view was gorgeous. Because the weather was perfect. Because I miss my dog. Because life can be overwhelming. The point is, I cried. (Also, the hike was worth it!
- Afternoon: Finding the best focaccia bread in Camogli. I return to the paneficio three days in a row. It becomes an obsession. Worth every extra euro for the quality.
- Evening: I went to explore the town. I went into every shop. After a while I was happy, no-one was selling what I wanted - so I had to go home.
- Late Night: I end up chatting with a local about the history of Camogli. It was magical.
(Day 4: The Island and the Lost Charm)
- Morning: A boat trip to the Abbey of San Fruttuoso (the only means is by boat!). Amazing. The abbey seemed to be hidden amongst the cliffs, it's a beautiful spot. I can't resist the trip, and it doesn't disappoint.
- Afternoon: Wandering around Camogli. I can hear the sounds of laughter, the waves lapping… but… I got a bit of a strange feeling… Was everything was a little too picture-perfect or maybe I had a bit too much wine. I felt lost. That's the thing about perfection: it's always a little bit incomplete.
- Evening: Stumbled around my apartment, I felt like everything was a dream. I went to bed and dreamt of what my next journey would be.
(Day 5: Leaving (Maybe a Little Sooner than Planned?))
- Morning: Packing…again. Wrestle with the laundry-machine! Then I am on my way back to the airport.
- Late Morning: I get a call. My boss needs me unexpectedly. I leave on a plane the next day.
(Post-Trip Reflections)
- Camogli, you magnificent, messy, tomato-splattered gem. You were exhausting. You were beautiful. You were everything I needed, even when I didn't know I needed it.
- Did I learn anything? Probably that the washing machine is always rigged to get you. And maybe to bring two phone chargers.
- Would I go back? In a heartbeat. But next time, I'm bringing my own beach towel and a can opener. And maybe a very, very large bottle of wine. Ciao, Camogli!
1. Okay, okay, Mirella's House. What *is* it, exactly? Is it a hotel? A museum? Did I just accidentally wander into someone's living room?
Alright, picture this: you're wandering the impossibly charming, ridiculously photogenic streets of Camogli. You stumble upon a door, maybe a little worse for wear, doesn't scream "luxury," but it somehow *whispers* secrets. That, my friend, is Mirella's House. It's not a sterile hotel. It's not a stuffy museum. It's… well, it's Mirella’s. And you're renting *part* of her actual, lived-in, breathing home. Think Airbnb with a serious dose of Italian grandmother vibes (even if Mirella's not actually your grandmother – though she’ll probably try to feed you like one). This alone is a wild ride. You're basically stepping into a time capsule, but one that also smells faintly of fresh basil and the sea. And yes, I *did* once think I'd accidentally walked into someone's living room. Totally understandable. The line between guest and family member blurs very, very quickly.
2. Is it *actually* hidden? Because my navigation app is, like, notoriously bad.
Haha! Yes. And no. It's hidden in the sense that it's not plastered with neon signs demanding your attention. It's tucked away, a subtle gem. Finding it felt like a scavenger hunt. My navigation? Useless. Seriously. I spent a glorious hour, lost, asking shopkeepers (who, bless their hearts, responded with a mix of amusement and barely disguised exasperation). The directions, once I finally got them, involved landmarks like "the green door with the slightly chipped paint" and "the cat that always sits on the steps." Trust me, embrace the getting lost. It’s part of the charm. And, if you see the cat... give it a scratch for me, will ya?
3. Let's talk practicalities. What's the vibe? Is it posh? Budget? Backpacker central?
Posh? Absolutely not. Think *authentic*. Comfortably worn, lived-in, a little bit quirky. It's not budget-breaking, but it's not the cheapest either. I'd say it falls somewhere in the mid-range. Backpacker central? Nope. It’s for folks who appreciate a bit of personality, a taste of real Italian life. It’s the kind of place where you can spill red wine on the tablecloth (oops) and no one will bat an eyelid, because they're probably doing the same thing. The vibe? Relaxed, friendly, a little bit old-school, and undeniably *Italian*. Expect a lot of laughter, a lot of delicious food, and a very real chance you'll leave feeling like family, even if you accidentally broke something (which, let's be honest, I almost did. More than once).
4. The "Mirella" herself. What's she like? Is she a sweet old lady? A dragon? Is access to her house like being granted the Holy Grail? Spill the tea!
Oh, Mirella. Mirella is… a force of nature. She's not the dragon, thankfully. She's more like a warm, slightly eccentric, incredibly generous supernova. She’s the heart and soul of the place. She’ll probably greet you with a hug, even if she doesn't *really* speak much English (and you speak even less Italian – me, that's me). She'll offer you coffee, or wine, or a slice of something delicious that smells heavenly. She's full of stories, told with sweeping gestures and a twinkle in her eye. Accessing her house isn't *quite* the Holy Grail, but it does require a degree of luck. The booking process is less "click and confirm" and more "send a hopeful email and pray." Seriously. Prepare for a bit of a wait. But trust me, it's worth it. She’s the reason you're there.
5. The rooms? What are they like? Are we talking cramped, glamorous, or somewhere in between?
"Glamorous"? Honey, no. Absolutely not. "Cramped"? Possibly, depending on which room you get. It's all a bit of a lottery, which is part of the fun. The rooms are… honest. Simple, clean, comfortable, and utterly charming in their own way. I stayed in a room with a balcony that overlooked the sea – waking up to that view was a dream. But don't expect modern amenities. Think old-fashioned Italian charm. Think high ceilings, simple furniture, and the faint smell of… something delicious cooking in the kitchen downstairs. (I still can’t figure out what it was, but it was divine). You're not here for the luxury, people, you're here for the experience!
6. Is there a bathroom? And, you know, is it functional?
Yes, there’s a bathroom. And yes, it's functional. It won't win any awards for design, but it does the job. I recall one bathroom, shall we say... it had *character*. A tiny, tiled space with a slightly rickety shower and a sink that was clearly from another era. But honestly? It was perfect. It added to the whole experience. It wasn't a pristine, modern bathroom, and it was *all the better* for it. It was like stepping back in time! Just, uh, be prepared for a small shower, and the possibility that the hot water might occasionally decide to go on strike. But hey, you're in Italy! Embrace the quirks!
7. Food. *Please* tell me there's good food. Because I'm Italian, and I need my pasta.
Oh, *honey*. The food. The *food*. This is where Mirella’s House truly shines. Mirella herself is a culinary goddess. While you *might* not get meals included in your booking, you will most certainly be tempted by the aromas wafting from the kitchen. And you will probably get invited to share something. And whatever you do…. DO NOT REFUSE. I mean, I’m begging you. My advice? Befriend Mirella immediately. Learn a few basic Italian phrases (even if it's just "grazie mille" and "buonissimo"). And be prepared to eat. a lot. She’ll make you things like pesto that'll make you weep with joy (I'm not exaggerating), freshly baked bread, and simple, delicious dishes that will make you question every culinary decision you've ever made. Seriously. My first night there? Mirella made a simple pasta dish with tomatoes and basil she'd just picked from her garden. It was one of the best meals I've ever had. My taste buds sang! It was just… *chef's kiss*. Be ready to gain a few pounds. It's inevitable.
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