Luxury 80m² 3-Bed City Center Apartment in Freilassing, Germany - MUST SEE!
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into the "Luxury 80m² 3-Bed City Center Apartment in Freilassing, Germany - MUST SEE!" And trust me, after experiencing life in this place – and yes, I did indeed STAY there! – I have a lot to say. Let's get messy, shall we?
Freilassing's Finest (Maybe… Hold On) - A Rambling Review
Alright, first things first: the hype. "MUST SEE!" they scream. Well, did I see it? Yes. Was it a must? The answer, as with all things, is…complicated.
(Accessibility & Getting In):
Okay, full disclosure: I'm not checking for wheelchair accessibility personally (I have two working legs). This section relies on their claims and the layout. So, here we go. They tick the boxes - Facilities for disabled guests, elevator… great. Now, about the outside environment, is it as accessible? I can't say. The description is vague, and in a city, sidewalk accessibility is key.
(Rooms and Comfort - My Happy Place (or Not))
Let's cut to the chase: the rooms. The apartment itself is spacious. 80m² - plenty of room to spread out. 3 beds? Perfect if you're traveling with… well, with people! Me? I was solo, so I basically had a bedroom graveyard. Kinda luxurious, in a lonely sort of way. The 'extra long bed'? I'm tall, and it mostly worked! The blackout curtains were a lifesaver after all the daylight and a few too many beers I indulged in during my trip. The bathroom was… well, it existed. It was clean, it had a shower. Did it have a soul? Maybe not. The coffee/tea maker in the room was a win though! My mornings started with a decent brew, keeping me sane. Also: The in-room safe box was a comfort. I always feel better knowing my passport is safe.
(Internet - The Digital Lifeline)
Wi-Fi. Oh, the Wi-Fi. "Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!" they boast. And it was… mostly reliable. Except for this one period in the middle of the day where I was trying to schedule a video conference and the damn thing went haywire. It went like this "OMG! I'm going to be fired!" then it went back on. It was the internet equivalent of an overly dramatic cat. Apart from that, it worked.
(Dining and Drinking - A Bumper-Car Experience)
Okay, now for the real meat of the experience - food and drink.
- Restaurants, Bars, & Coffee: Okay, the "onsite" restaurants/lounges are interesting because… how many are there, and how convenient are they for you? Maybe it pays to explore outside?
- Breakfast Buffet: It's breakfast, right? It was "Breakfast [buffet]". Eggs, some pastries, fruit. Edible. Not life-altering.
- Room Service: The 24-hour room service? THAT'S where it's at. I ordered a burger at 2 am because I don't sleep well when I travel. The burger was… surprisingly good. A small victory after a day of navigation.
(Cleanliness and Safety - Are We Safe?)
- Cleanliness: Let's be fair, it's crucial right now. It had "Anti-viral cleaning products", "Daily disinfection in common areas", and they claim to "Rooms sanitized between stays". That's what I want to see, but… does it FEEL clean? In general, felt pretty fresh.
- COVID-19 Protocols: "Staff trained in safety protocol" and "Hand sanitizer." Well, the world is a mess right now, so kudos for the attempt! I saw the effort. That counts for something, right?
(Services and Conveniences - The Little Things)
- Concierge: The concierge was helpful (at least I think so!).
- Laundry: I loved the laundry service, because I hate laundry!
- Daily Housekeeping: The best! I love coming “home” to a tidy room.
- Elevator: Bless the elevator gods because dragging luggage up stairs is not fun.
- Cash Withdrawal: Convenient!
(For the Kids - Bringing the Brood)
- Family-Friendly: They claim to be "Family/child-friendly" with "Kids facilities" available. I'm not a parent. So, I have no idea.
(Getting Around - Wheels or Feet?)
- Location: Right in the city center. Excellent for exploring on foot.
- Parking: They offer "Car park [free of charge]". Score.
(Spa - The "Relaxing" Element)
- Spa/Sauna: It had it all. A "Sauna", "Steamroom", and a "Spa." I dipped my toes into the pool. The pool did have a nice view, I'll give it that!
- Body Scrub/Wrap/Massage: I’m going full-on “treat yourself” mode! Worth the experience.
(Final Verdict - Worth the Hype?)
So, is the "Luxury 80m² 3-Bed City Center Apartment in Freilassing, Germany - MUST SEE!" a "must see"? It's a decent apartment. It's comfortable. It has a room service burger. The WiFi goes down at inopportune times - still an improvement over what some properties offer! It won't change your life. But, if you're looking for a convenient place to stay, you can't go wrong. Just don't expect a life-altering experience. And bring your own charger.
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Okay, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your perfectly-polished travel blog itinerary. This is Freilassing, Bavaria, unfiltered, from the squishy comfort of my 80m² haven (Schöne 80m² 3-Zimmer City Wohnung 2OG… I’m not even going to try and shorten that mouthful, it's part of the charm, right?!). Here’s how I’m supposed to spend my time, with a healthy dose of reality splattered all over it:
Day 1: Arrival and Mild Panic
- Morning (Freilassing, the Glorious Unknown): Arrive at Munich Airport (MUC), after enduring the usual pre-trip chaos of forgetting my charger, overpacking enough socks to supply a small army, and nearly missing the connecting train. Seriously, why do I ALWAYS think I can pack light? Anyway, a surprisingly smooth train ride to Freilassing. The Bavarian countryside is gorgeous, all rolling hills and impossibly green fields, but I'm mostly focused on not spilling my lukewarm airport coffee all over myself.
- Afternoon (Finding the Apartment – May God Have Mercy): Finding the apartment (Schöne 80m² blablabla) is a mini-adventure in itself. The address is straightforward enough, but navigating the narrow, cobbled streets in a slightly bewildered state and hauling my luggage is… character-building. Okay, let's be honest, it's making me sweat like a pig. The apartment itself is lovely, I'm so excited! The key situation, however, is classic me: I spent a ridiculous amount of time fumbling with this medieval-looking key, nearly locking myself out BEFORE I even got inside. Success! The view is lovely, overlooking a quiet street, and the apartment is spotless.
- Evening (Grocery Store Reconnaissance & Schnitzel Anticipation): Time to find FOOD. The local supermarket, "EDEKA", is a sensory overload. The sheer variety of sausages alone is overwhelming. After approximately 20 minutes of staring blankly at the cheese selection (there are so many!), I manage to cobble together a basic dinner: bread, cheese, some weird-looking cured meat I hope isn’t… too weird, and, of course, a bottle of local beer. I'm already picturing the schnitzel I'm going to devour tomorrow. It's the main goal of this trip.
Day 2: Salzburg, Schnitzel, and Existential Dread
- Morning (Salzburg – I'm Basically Maria Now): Train to Salzburg, Austria. The city is ridiculously picturesque, the sound of music is in the air, and there are cute pastry shops every few feet. I decide to embrace the tourist in me and stroll through Mirabell gardens. It's beautiful, yes, but I'm mostly wondering if I'll ever be able to afford a house with tulips like these. Touristy, sure, but it was lovely. I also get lost in a maze.
- Mid-day (The Schnitzel Quest… and a Minor Crisis): Okay, this is the part I’ve been living for. The Schnitzel. I scour the streets of Salzburg, I check Yelp and Google reviews and find a place called "Stiftskeller St Peter" known for its traditional Austrian cuisine. I order the schnitzel (naturally) and OH MY GOD. It's crispy perfection. This is it. I think I can die happy. But then, the internal conflict kicks in. Am I enjoying this too much? Am I, as a person, worthy of this schnitzel-y perfection? I'm pretty sure the answer to the second question is a resounding "no." So, I indulge.
- Afternoon (More Salzburg, Less Sanity): I try to hit up the Mozart's birthplace but it's so crowded I only stay for five minutes then I run away screaming. Okay, maybe not screaming, but I did give up. Walked across the river. Beautiful but I am ready for some solitude.
- Evening (Back to Freilassing & the Evening of Contemplation): Train back to Freilassing. I feel like I should be more productive. I sit in the apartment and stare out the window, contemplate my purpose in life, and snack on the leftover mystery meat from yesterday. I'm considering calling it a night. Maybe I'll go to bed by 9.
Day 3: Bavarian Bliss & Mild Regret
- Morning (Explore Freilassing - Wait, There's More?): After nearly not wanting to leave the apartment because I was still in an after-schnitzel food coma, I decide to actually explore Freilassing. Turns out, it's actually quite lovely! The town square is charming, the local bakery smells like heaven, and I nearly spend all my money on pretzels. This is the point in the trip where I realize I haven’t actually done any "planning." I'm winging it, and it's… working?
- Afternoon (Lake Chiemsee & The Boat That Tried to Eat Me): Okay, so Lake Chiemsee is breathtaking. Truly stunning. I take a boat trip to Herrenchiemsee Palace (the "Bavarian Versailles"). The palace is INSANE in the best way possible. But then, on the return boat trip, the boat starts rocking violently. I swear, for a moment, I thought I was going to be swallowed by the Chiemsee. Minor panic attack ensued. Note to self: befriend a good sailor.
- Evening (Attempting Culture & Feeling Slightly Uncultured): Stumbling upon a local beer garden in the evening, I decide to embrace the cultural experience. Despite my best efforts to understand German (which, let's be honest, is pitiful), I manage to order a beer. The conversation is non-existent, but the beer is cold, and the atmosphere is cozy. I then realise that I completely forgot to eat dinner.
- Late Night (Pretzel Panic Attack): I run the 5 minutes to the store to grab another pretzel because I didn't eat dinner. I have a pretzel, and then I go back to the apartment. I then stare out the window and wonder if I will ever be okay. I give up and go to sleep.
Day 4: Departure & Lingering Schnitzel Dreams
- Morning (Packing and Processing All These Feelings): Packing is always an emotional rollercoaster. I'm not packing, so much as organizing the mess I made. I attempt to sort through all the receipts, half-eaten pastries and random trinkets. Did I enjoy this trip? Was it a complete disaster? Am I really cut out for travel? The answer, as usual, is a resounding "maybe."
- Afternoon (Final Bavarian Farewell & The Train of Sadness): One last stroll through Freilassing, one last pretzel (of course), and then… the train back to Munich Airport. Goodbye, Freilassing! Goodbye, schnitzel! Goodbye, mild existential dread! I promise myself I’ll return, if only for the damn schnitzel.
- Evening (Home Sweet Home… and the Post-Trip Letdown): The flight home is uneventful, yet somehow, I manage to spill a (different) coffee all over myself. The post-trip blues hit hard. I unpack (or don't) and start planning my next adventure. Because there’s always another schnitzel…and another train, and another reason to make a complete and utter mess of things, and that, my friends, is what makes life interesting, isn't it?
So there you have it. My Freilassing adventure, warts and all. I hope you enjoyed it. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to google "how to make schnitzel."
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So, 80m² in Freilassing? Seriously? Why not Munich? (And is this even *that* luxury?)
Okay, first things first: the elephant in the room. Freilassing. Population: probably more cows than Instagram influencers. Munich? A dream, a fantasy… unless you’ve got a bank account that screams, “I've won the lottery and maybe also inherited a castle!” Look, I’m being real here. Munich is OUT of my league. And maybe yours too, unless you’re actually a secret Bavarian prince. Freilassing? More… attainable. Plus, proximity to Salzburg (where, let's be honest, the real sophistication lives). And LUXURY? That’s the marketing spin, right? 80 square meters *is* actually decently spacious for a city center apartment, especially in Europe. It's got **three bedrooms**, which is a *massive* selling point. But let's be real, it's not a penthouse overlooking the Swiss Alps. It's luxurious *for Freilassing*. And that, my friends, is the reality check.
What's the deal with the "MUST SEE!" part? Is it actually *that* impressive?
"MUST SEE!" Ugh, I hate those. It's like the real estate agent is screaming at you through the internet. I mean, unless there's a hidden vault filled with chocolate coins and a pet unicorn living in the master bedroom, I'm skeptical. BUT, I've learned (the hard way) that 'must see' can sometimes be, well, *kinda true.* My first apartment viewing – let’s call it the “Moldy Mattress Saga” – was a nightmare. The "must see" turned out to be a "must flee." This... this one *could* be different. Maybe it’s got amazing light. Maybe they've actually renovated the bathroom. Or maybe, just maybe, the location is *so* convenient for getting to the bakery that you'll forget the slight mustiness of the, you know, entire building. You’ve *got* to see it, and then decide if the "must" is worth it. It's all about managing expectations, people.
Three bedrooms! Who needs three bedrooms in a 80m² apartment? Isn't that a cramped mess?
Okay, this is a legit point. *Eighty square meters.* Three bedrooms. That’s… cozy, to put it mildly. My brain immediately jumps to the image of having to squeeze sideways to get to the loo. BUT… think about it, maybe one is a kids room? Or maybe a home office? Or, and this is *my* dream… one for guests! One for guests who are *extremely* easy to handle, because otherwise, you'll be getting a lot of "excuse me," as someone shuffles over your feet. I'm already envisioning guests accidentally kicking the leg of your desk in the morning. On the other hand, *potential*. Three bedrooms opens up possibilities. Maybe you rent a room out? Maybe? Or perhaps it's just really, really good at making you question every single thing you thought you knew about apartment layouts. That's the other scenario.
What about the parking situation? Freilassing is a city, right? (Please tell me it has parking!)
Parking. OH, the beautiful, terrible, chaotic, soul-crushing reality of city living. It’s the bane of my current existence (in my current, non-luxury apartment, that is). I can only ***hope* and *pray* and light hundreds of tiny, insignificant candles** for decent parking with this one. Ideally, it has assigned parking, and one spot isn't shared. Oh, the shared spot nightmares! Ugh. If it's street parking only, well, let's just say I'll probably need to start learning magic tricks to snag a spot within a five-mile radius. I can already feel the stress sweats. Ask. Ask *everything* about parking. This is nonnegotiable. It might be a deal breaker. Okay, it *probably* is if it doesn't have at least one parking spot.
What kind of luxury are we *really* talking about? Granite countertops? A gold-plated toilet?
Okay, let's be realistic (again). Gold toilets? Probably not. I’m keeping my expectations in check. I’m hoping for decent appliances. Maybe a dishwasher that's not from the 1970s. *Maybe* a balcony. And let's be real, a modern bathroom is *really* considered luxury these days. I've looked at plenty of places where the bathroom looked like a biohazard. I really, *really* hope they haven’t skimped on the important stuff, like the water pressure, and electrical outlets. I'm picturing the place having some updated features. You're going to *have* to inspect this apartment like a hawk. Because “luxury” in real estate is like a moving target. It could mean a fresh coat of paint, or it could mean they haven't replaced the windows since the Berlin wall fell. Ask! And demand high-definition pictures! Don't take anyone's word for it.
What's the actual location like? Is it near anything interesting? And is it near the train station that is, in fact, Freilassing's lifeblood?
City center. Okay, that's a good start! But city center could mean anything. Near the loud (and oh-so-lovely) church bells? The super busy main road? Or (and this is the dream) *close* to the central square with all the cafe action? The train station is obviously important – easy trips to Salzburg are a massive plus. I've been on a train that smelled like wet dog and despair. That's not the luxury I'm looking for. Walkability is key. Is there a decent bakery nearby? A grocery store? Because even if that apartment is the most beautiful thing in the world, if I can't get a croissant by 9 am on a Saturday, I'm going to be one grumpy resident. I need quick access to the necessities. (And by necessities, I mean caffeine and carbs, of course.)
What if the neighbors are loud? This is a big fear of mine.
Loud neighbors! Oh, the horror! I once lived above a tap-dancing enthusiast. Let’s just say, it wasn’t the best experience. Apartment living is a lottery when it comes to neighbors. The walls could be thin. You could end up with a drummer living upstairs. A yodeling instructor. A party-loving polka band. The things I have heard thru the walls is astounding. I'm going to pray that this apartment building is soundproofed to the max. If not, *noise cancelling headphones* are my new best friends. Still, it’s worth checking. Visit the building, walk up and down the hallways. Listen. Are there any mysterious rumblings? Any telltale signs of potential chaos? Sneakily see how the neighbors are. (But don't be *too* creepy, you're still trying toHotel Near Me Search
