Montevideo's Hidden Gem: Luxurious Cane B&B Awaits!
Montevideo's Hidden Gem: Luxurious Cane B&B Awaits! - A Review That's Way Too Real
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because I just got back from a stay at the Montevideo's Hidden Gem: Luxurious Cane B&B Awaits! and, frankly, I need to unpack this experience, emotionally and literally. I'm talking exploding suitcase levels of unpacking here. Let's be honest, these hotel marketing blurbs are always a little… saccharine, right? "Luxurious" this, "tranquil" that. But the Cane B&B? Okay, some of the hype is legit. And some of the hype? Well, we'll get to that.
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Focus: A detailed, personal review offering insights into all aspects of the Cane B&B, from accessibility to dining to the all-important "vibe."
Let's Dive In (Deep End First, Naturally)
Accessibility: Did They Nail It? Mostly.
Okay, this is important because I'm traveling with my cousin, who's in a wheelchair. The B&B claims to be super accessible, and in many ways, they are. Elevator? Check. Ramps? Yep. Accessible rooms? Absolutely. The room itself was spacious, with plenty of room to maneuver, and the bathroom was thoughtfully designed with grab bars and a roll-in shower. Big thumbs up on the basics.
But… and there's always a "but," isn't there? The path from the restaurant to the pool? A bit treacherous. It's beautifully landscaped, don't get me wrong – lush greenery, carefully placed sculptures – but the cobblestones are a nightmare for wheelchairs. My cousin had to rely on me for assistance, which is fine, but it’s not exactly "independently accessible", ya know? So, while they tried, there's definitely room for improvement here. They need to sort that out for sure. Not a deal breaker, but definitely noticeable.
(Accessibility - The Little Things)
- Wheelchair Accessible: Yes, with some caveats (see above about the cobblestones).
- Facilities for Disabled Guests: Present, and generally well-thought-out.
- Elevator: Yes, thank god.
- Exterior corridor: Yes.
The Vibe (and the Wi-Fi – Because We’re All Modern People):
Seriously, the Wi-Fi in the room? Blazing fast! Free? Yes, thank you, Cane B&B. Free Wi-Fi in all rooms? Praise be. You could stream Netflix, download a whole season of The Great British Bake Off (don't judge), and still have bandwidth to spare. I've stayed in places where the Wi-Fi is slower than a snail on valium, so this was a major win.
(Internet and Tech Stuff)
- Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!: HOORAY!
- Internet: Yup.
- Internet [LAN]: Also, yes!
- Internet services: Available.
- Wi-Fi in public areas: Also, works great.
- Laptop workspace: Very handy.
Things to Do (and Ways to Relax) – The Spa… Oh, The Spa…
This is where things get interesting. The pool? Gorgeous. Infinity edge, overlooking a lush garden. The steam room? Steamy. The sauna? Hot enough to bake a…well, you get the idea. And the spa… oh, the spa.
I opted for the Body scrub and Massage. Honestly, it was heavenly. I walked in stressed, knotted up like a pretzel, and I walked out… well, I walked out. But I felt floaty and relaxed, like I'd been injected with pure sunshine. My therapist, Maria, was an absolute goddess. She knew exactly where my tension was hiding (in my shoulders, surprise!) and worked it out with surgical precision. She was amazing. It's like she could read my mind because I was considering booking a second massage during the first.
Body scrub: Amazing! Body wrap: Not tried. Fitness center: Meh. Foot bath: Didn´t use. Gym/fitness: Didn´t use. Massage: The best. Seriously. Pool with view: Stunning. Sauna: Hot. Spa: A must-do. Spa/sauna: Yup. Steamroom: Steamy goodness. Swimming pool: Infinity-edge perfection. Swimming pool [outdoor]: Yes.
Food, Glorious Food (and the Occasional Hiccup)
The Breakfast [buffet] was pretty decent. They had everything, from fresh fruit and pastries to eggs cooked-to-order. I’m a sucker for Western breakfast, and they did a good job with it. The Coffee/tea in restaurant was good. The Coffee shop was great for a quick caffeine fix.
The restaurants themselves? Okay, here's the thing. There’s an Asian cuisine in restaurant, and it’s…interesting. They try, bless their hearts. The sushi was edible, the pad thai…well, let's just say it wasn't quite the authentic experience. Stick to the local cuisine, my friends. Get the Salad in restaurant, and the Soup in restaurant.
The Poolside bar? Perfect for cocktails and snacks. Room service [24-hour] was a lifesaver after a late night. The Bottle of water was a nice touch.
Dining, drinking, and snacking:
- A la carte in restaurant: Yes.
- Asian breakfast: Didn´t see it.
- Asian cuisine in restaurant: Hit or miss.
- Bar: Yep.
- Bottle of water: Always appreciated.
- Breakfast [buffet]: Solid.
- Breakfast service: Yes.
- Buffet in restaurant: Yep.
- Coffee/tea in restaurant: Good.
- Coffee shop: Excellent.
- Desserts in restaurant: Delicious.
- Happy hour: Yes!
- International cuisine in restaurant: See above.
- Poolside bar: The best.
- Restaurants: Several.
- Room service [24-hour]: Yes, thank goodness.
- Salad in restaurant: Recommended.
- Snack bar: Present and accounted for.
- Soup in restaurant: Nice.
- Vegetarian restaurant: No idea, but they probably have options.
- Western breakfast: Good.
- Western cuisine in restaurant: Stick with this.
The "Little Things" (and Some Slightly Annoying Ones)
The staff? Generally friendly and helpful. They all seemed properly trained in safety protocol. They also really seemed to care, which is a big plus. The Concierge was super helpful with suggestions for things to do. The Daily housekeeping was efficient. The Elevator was handy (as mentioned).
But, here's where things get a tiny bit messy.
- Cashless payment service: Yes, so convenient.
- Daily disinfection in common areas: I definitely saw them cleaning, which was reassuring.
- Doctor/nurse on call: Thankfully, didn’t need them.
- First aid kit: Present.
- Hand sanitizer: Everywhere!
- Hot water linen and laundry washing: Probably.
- Hygiene certification: Unknown.
- Individually-wrapped food options: Yes, a nice touch.
- Physical distancing of at least 1 meter: They seemed to be trying.
- Professional-grade sanitizing services: Probably.
- Room sanitization opt-out available: Don´t know.
- Rooms sanitized between stays: I assume so.
- Safe dining setup: Mostly.
- Sanitized kitchen and tableware items: Probably.
- Shared stationery removed: Seemed to be the case.
- Staff trained in safety protocol: Seemed so.
- Sterilizing equipment: I don´t know.
Okay, now for the little things that weren’t so shiny:
- Soundproofing: Only mostly soundproof. I could hear the occasional…ahem… romantic activities from the room next door. Let's just say I learned a lot about the mating rituals of…well, never mind.
- Room decorations: Nice, but a little… sterile. They could do with some more personality.
- Extra long bed: Not really.
More about the Rooms
The rooms themselves were comfortable. They had all the basics, and some nice extras.
- Air conditioning (thank goodness!).
- **Alarm clock
Cane B&B, Montevideo: A Travel Itinerary (If I'm Being Honest)
Okay, so here's the plan (allegedly). I'm in Montevideo, staring at the whitewashed walls of Cane B&B, feeling a weird mix of excitement and "oh god, what have I gotten myself into?". This itinerary… well, it's more of a suggestion than a rigid, perfectly-timed itinerary. Let's be real, I’m going to screw this up. Frequently.
Day 1: Arrival & Mild Panic – Or Maybe Just Mild Hunger
- Morning (ish): Land at Carrasco International Airport (coughing from the plane, obviously). Pre-arranged transfer to Cane B&B. (Note to self: practice my Spanish. "Buenos dias, soy… un turista… hambriento?" Yeah, that’s probably it.)
- Anxiety Level: Moderate. The airport bathroom was…rustic. And the guy driving the shuttle looked like he’d seen things.
- Afternoon: Check-in. Hug the owner, whose name I've already forgotten. Marvel (and possibly secretly judge) the décor. Is that a…macrame owl? Okay. Settle in. Unpack. Immediately realise I’ve packed ALL THE WRONG CLOTHES. Sunscreen? Check. Heavy coat? Check. Swimsuit? Zero. Brilliant.
- Observation: The bed is ridiculously comfortable. Like, I might spend the whole trip just…existing here.
- Late Afternoon/Early Evening: Explore the neighbourhood. Walk around, get lost, and embrace it. Find a cafecito and attempt to order something. Probably fail. Probably end up with a giant pastry and a lukewarm coffee. (I'm imagining this right now and I'm already salivating)
- Quirky Observation: The street dogs here look intense. Like, they're assessing me. Are they judging my fashion choices too? (Probably)
- Evening: Dinner at a local restaurant. Tripadvisor research says "Mercado del Puerto is a must". Okay, fine. Brace myself for the meat coma. Pray I don't order something I can't identify. Try to remember my survival Spanish. "Necesito… agua… y… no mucho… picante?" Wish me luck.
- Anticipation Level: High. I love meat! But also… what if the only thing they have is, like, raw liver? Eek.
Day 2: Tango, Tears (Maybe), and a Whole Lot of Beef
- Morning: Wander along the Rambla (the waterfront). Take ridiculous selfies pretending to be a sophisticated traveler. Get sand in my shoes. Blame the wind (it's always the wind's fault).
- Emotional Reaction: The sea air is seriously invigorating. I actually feel…happy. For like, ten minutes.
- Late Morning: Visit the Mercado del Puerto. Okay, I'm back. I'm gonna do this… Again! This time, I'm getting everything. Maybe a bottle of wine? I'm gonna be bold! I'm gonna be brave! (Oh, and I'm DEFINITELY getting the chorizo).
- Anecdote: Last night, I was so full that my jeans almost exploded. No regrets. None.
- Afternoon: Tango lesson! I'm absolutely terrible at dancing. Like, tragically bad. But I'm committed! I'm going to fall over. I'm going to look awkward. I'm going to sweat. I'm going to embarrass myself. And I am SO. EXCITED.
- Stream-of-Consciousness: Okay, so what do I wear? Something that moves? Something that doesn’t restrict the flailing of my limbs? Do I need special shoes? Oh god, maybe I should've signed up for a beginner’s session. What if I step on someone's foot? What if I trip and fall and crush their dreams? Right, focus. Breath. Pretend you know what you're doing.
- Emotional Reaction: During Tango, I might cry. From frustration. From laughter. Possibly from sheer embarrassment. Or maybe, just maybe, from the sheer beauty of it all. I really hope it's the third one!
- Late Afternoon/Evening: Dinner at a parilla (grill). Seriously, I’m going to eat so much meat I might turn into a steak. This time, maybe ask for a recommendation that doesn't involve the entire animal.
- Opinionated Language: I'm calling it now: Uruguayan meat is the best in the world. Fight me. And then buy me more meat.
Day 3: Art, Relaxation, and the inevitable "Oh God, I Forgot Something" Moment
- Morning: Visit the Museo Nacional de Artes Visuales. Pretend to understand art. Take pictures of everything and post them on Instagram with overly intellectual captions (I have to find ways to look smart right?)
- Observation: I'm pretty sure I'm going to buy a painting. Either that or a cheesy postcard.
- Late Morning: Visit the Museo del Carnaval. Learn about the crazy costumes and festivities that happen in Montevideo. Maybe I'll start dreaming of the next carnival…
- Afternoon: Spend the day relaxing. Maybe I'll finally crack the book I brought (that I'm probably not going to read).
- Messier structure: Realize that I'm going to need to recharge a bit. I'm already exhausted. And that's okay. Spend a little time just staring up at the ceiling. Enjoying the relative quiet (if the street dogs aren't barking).
- Late Afternoon/Early Evening: Pack. This is my least favourite part of any trip. Always. The "Oh God, I forgot something" moment is inevitable. This time, it'll probably be my toothbrush. Or my sanity.
- Emotional Reaction: The anxiety is setting in. I don't want to leave. But also… I can't wait to get home!
- Evening: Farewell dinner. A nice restaurant. Reflect on the trip, but also, eat more meat. Because, Uruguay.
Day 4: Departure (and the Sweet, Sweet Comfort of My Own Bed)
- Morning: Sleep in as late as humanly possible. Final cafecito at Cane B&B. Squeeze in a last-minute stroll around the neighbourhood. Say goodbye to the macrame owl. (Okay, maybe I’ll miss it a little.)
- Observation: This place has grown on me.
- Late Morning: Transfer to the airport with shaky Spanish and a heavy heart.
- Afternoon: Departure.
- Emotional Reaction: Mixed. Sad to leave. Excited to return to my own bed. And slightly terrified of the inevitable jet lag-induced chaos when I get home.
- Post-Trip Thought: I'm already planning my return. Maybe next time, I'll learn some actual Spanish. And pack more swimsuits. And maybe, just maybe, become a tango master. (Okay, probably not the last one.)
Montevideo's Hidden Gem: Luxurious Cane B&B Awaits! (...Maybe with a Few Quirks!)
Okay, spill the beans! Is this "Luxurious Cane B&B" *really* as luxurious as it sounds?
Alright, alright, let's get real. Luxurious? Well… it *tries* to be. Think "grandma's house, but with slightly better coffee and maybe a slightly fancier towel situation." There's definitely cane furniture – loads of it. Like, I swear, there was a cane-backed chair glaring at me from every corner. The bed *was* comfortable, I'll give them that. And the bathroom… okay, it was pretty swanky. Marble, the whole shebang. You kinda felt like you were showering in a minor celebrity's boudoir. So, luxurious-ish? Let's say, "comfortably upscale with a healthy dose of Uruguayan charm," which, let's be honest, is a delightful euphemism.
What's the *vibe* of the place? Is it stuffy, or… chill?
Chill! Mostly. But with, like, a very slightly neurotic undertone of over-friendliness, which I found strangely charming. The owner, let's call her Señora Elena (because that's probably her name), is... intense. In the best possible way, mostly. She talks a mile a minute, has strong opinions about yerba mate (which, by the way, is freely available, huzzah!), and greets you with a hug before you can even blink. Think a Uruguayan version of your favorite aunt, but with a tendency to hover. It's a bit much sometimes, but you can't *help* but love her. She has seen it all. And, oh, the stories!
I walked out into the backyard after checking in, trying to get my bearings, and she just *appeared* from behind a bougainvillea bush, brandishing a plate of what turned out to be *the* best medialunas this side of the Río de la Plata. "Welcome, welcome!" she'd chirped. "You must try these! I made them myself, with a dash of love and a pinch of… well, you'll see!" (I still don't know what the "you'll see" was about, but they were divine.)
The location? Tell me about the location! Accessibility and what to do nearby!
Location, location, location... it's…good. Not *perfect*, mind you. It's tucked away in a quiet-ISH residential area. "Quiet" being relative term in Montevideo, which, let's be honest, is a city that *loves* to honk its horns. So, earplugs are your friends. But it’s within a reasonable walking distance (or a short, cheap Uber ride) of the Ciudad Vieja (Old Town), which is where you'll want to spend a lot of your time. It's also close to the Rambla, the long seaside promenade – perfect for a sunset stroll. I spent an afternoon walking, and the sunset? Bloody brilliant. The air was fresh. The views were epic. Highly recommend.
And the accessibilty, well, it's better than some because I saw a ramp and a few other things. But some of the surrounding streets are rough. Be careful!
Let's talk food. Breakfast? Dinner? What's the scoop?
Breakfast is… a highlight. Señora Elena, bless her heart, *loves* to feed people. Think mountains of fresh fruit, those amazing medialunas (seriously, I swear they add some sort of euphoria-inducing ingredient), strong Uruguayan coffee (the coffee here is GOLD), and maybe even some *chivito* (a famous Uruguayan sandwich) if you're lucky. I had one and spent half the day needing a nap. Prepare to loosen your belt. And she is a tough judge because I got a, "That is a lot, you know?"
Dinner? Well, there's no restaurant on site, but Señora Elena will happily give you recommendations. She *knows* the best places. And she seems to know everyone. So be prepared to get a "discount" or some other favor because she is friends with everyone for her hospitality. She told me her favorite restaurant, and it was fantastic.
Any major downsides? What should I be prepared for?
Okay, here’s the real talk. First, the internet. It’s…spotty. Like, dial-up in the 21st century spotty. Download your essential maps and playlists beforehand. Second, the hot water. Sometimes it's there, sometimes it’s not. This is a South American experience! Also, the noise from the street. This is city living. So pack earplugs. And finally? Señora Elena's… enthusiasm. It's a gift, but it can be a *lot*. You might have moments where you just need to retreat to your room and hide. And that’s perfectly okay!
Honestly? The biggest downside was probably my own perfectionism. I wanted this B&B to be *flawless*, and it just wasn't. And that was exactly what made it memorable! I wanted a perfect hotel experience, but I got a story. I had such an incredible time because of the imperfections. It was messy, beautiful, and the only thing I'd change is nothing, because I will be going back!
Is it worth the hype?
Here's the bottom line. If you're looking for a sterile, predictable hotel experience, this isn't it. If you're after a chance to experience genuine Uruguayan hospitality, quirky charm, and breakfasts that will haunt your dreams (in a good way), then YES, absolutely. Go! Embrace the cane furniture! Let Señora Elena smother you with love! Just… pack earplugs, a reliable internet connection, and a strong sense of humor. You won't regret it. And go eat some *medialunas*, you absolute fool!
This "intensity" of Elena sounds like the best and worst thing ever, what's your most memorable story?
Okay, prepare yourself. This is where the real story comes in. Remember when I said she’d hover? Well, I was trying to find my way to the port, which, as any tourist knows, requires a *very* specific series of turns. I’d asked Elena for directions. She gave me the detailed instructions. It felt long. And she walked. WITH me. I was halfway down the street when I realized. She was *following* me.
She was not just *giving* instructions but *ensuring I did it right*. And every time I took a wrong turn, she’d swoop in, chattering in rapid Spanish and gesturing wildly. It was… surreal. And hilarious. And also, a little bit mortifying. I am not sure IFind Your Perfect Stay
