Как мы попали в «Виолет» How we got to Violet

For medical reasons, I needed to take my child to the Crimea in the Miskhor region. After studying the information on the Internet, the choice fell on the private hotel Yasnaya Polyana in Gaspra (I was impressed by the warm reviews of people). A certain room with a kitchen was chosen, because it was important for me to cook for the child myself. I booked a room, paying for a night stay ($55) in February, answered all my questions by e-mail, bought plane tickets and waited for August. A week before arrival, they wrote off again - they asked - what time would you arrive? - We are waiting well, we will order a taxi.
The taxi was really waiting for us, with a sign - this made us happy, but then everything went somehow wrong. We arrived at the place, exhausted by a five-hour night flight and a two-hour taxi ride along the Crimean serpentine - we were met by the hostess and it suddenly turned out that the check-in here takes place after 14-00 (we arrived at 11-00). But they prepared another room for us and we can stay there, well, since we are such mugs that we missed this question, we’ll sit in another room for another three hours. We didn’t want to settle down where we didn’t intend to live, so we drank tea and waited. However, there was no change after the appointed time. We found the hostess - why are you nervous - everything will be fine, why sit in the room - walk around the territory. I must say that the territory of the hotel turned out to be quite bald, all in concrete without a single vegetation and did not have to walk, and in general the situation began to strain. An hour later, I found the maid cleaning the next room. When asked if our room was ready, we were told that they would clean up here in order to move people here from our room, and then they would clean up after them, and then they would invite us. It was no longer funny at all, with such a beginning, I didn’t want to live here for a whole month. The day before departure, just in case, I wrote down several phone numbers of the hotels I liked, the first on the list was Violet.
When I was searching in the winter, I immediately liked this hotel, probably because its name coincided with the name of my daughter, but the price was too high for me.

They called, asked for a room for at least a week (I really wanted to leave the "hospitable" Yasnaya Polyana), they answered - come here. We took our suitcases and left. The hostess ran out - are you leaving? - Yes, we're leaving, we're tired of waiting for your number. Naturally, they did not offer to return the money. Well, God bless them, she was already ready to pay to get out of there. We went out the gate, moved away and sat down by the road with our suitcases, but we didn’t know how to call a taxi. We call Violet again - help, we don’t know how to get out - order a taxi for us. The owners took pity - they came for us in their car, and they were looking for us for another half an hour, because we could not explain where we were, and they refused to take money for it.
And finally, we were there, fell out of the car with our suitcases completely empty and crossed the threshold of the territory and felt that we had found an oasis in the middle of the desert. I still admire how such a green coziness could be created in such a small area. Flowers, cacti, palm trees on the lawns, flowers in pots on the stairs - everything is well-groomed, the paths are made of beautiful tiles - every morning they are swept, watered, wiped dry.
We were seated at a table in the courtyard, while the room was being cleaned, we were given mineral water to drink and listened to our whole story. We arrived for a month - we were offered a suite with a discount for a week, if we wanted, and then move to another room, because the suite was booked from a certain date. The number is ready - go, they say, relax, otherwise your faces are green, we'll deal with the money later.
In my opinion, as soon as we entered, we fell asleep without unpacking our suitcases. The next morning yesterday already seemed like a terrible dream.
Well, as they say, there would be no happiness, but misfortune helped. I liked everything about Violet.
Location: 5 minutes to the beach. Bus stop right outside the window. A grocery store, a fruit market is also behind the fence. If you are too lazy to cook - a cafe in a neighboring house, the food is quite decent - it’s not scary to give a child. For a walk with a child, the location turned out to be ideal - immediately to the left is Miskhorsky Park, to the right, after 2 stops - Vorontsovsky Park. Again, the sea is very close - 5 minutes from the hotel. If we lived in Yasnaya Polyana, then it would take 20-30 minutes to get to the sea (and not 10 minutes at all, as they say on that site) - I specially walked from there when I was walking with a child along the Sunny Path.

According to accommodation: I repeat - a small, very cozy green courtyard, a small number of people (I have a bad attitude towards "anthills"), if I'm not mistaken, 7 rooms. Cleaning, change of linen and snow-white towels without reminders. And they did such miracles from towels - you go into the room - then a swan, then an elephant, then a flower, the child did not allow to take towels to break them. Wonderful tactful hosts, they do not impose themselves and do not interfere in the life of vacationers, while not a single request of ours was left without attention. No humiliating passport checks on arrival, no humiliating room checks and counting cups and spoons on departure. When the people who booked it were supposed to come to the suite where we lived, the owners approached us in the evening and asked to leave the room by 11 am - this, I think, should be done by decent people who value their name and reputation and respect their vacationers.
The deluxe room has a chic interior in purple tones, beautiful tiles on the floor, a small electric fireplace, a refrigerator, air conditioning, a shower cabin, a huge TV, on the balcony with a kitchen with tiles, dishes, wicker furniture for gatherings. The other room, to which we moved later, was simpler and more cramped, but on the other hand, the last floor was above nobody’s head (I am tortured by the noisy upstairs neighbors in my house), a kitchen, a refrigerator in the courtyard right under the stairs. They only came to the room to sleep, walked until their legs began to smoke, the TV, in my opinion, was only turned on 3 times.
Along the beach: the beach of the Ai-Petri sanatorium turned out to be the largest of all that I have seen on the Miskhor coast, although there are still a lot of people on it. Well, we often didn’t have a chance to be on the beach, I don’t know how it is usually in September in Crimea, we came to extend our summer, but in the end the weather was exactly like in Novosibirsk - rain and wind. The sea has cooled down to 15 degrees. So out of 4 weeks of rest, we swam for a week and a half, and the rest of the time we walked.
On the way: at our bus stop we could still get on, at the next bus stop the entire Miskhor sanatorium was squeezed in and only the lucky ones got on the bus, for some reason the driver stopped at other stops, but no one could get on. How people move around the South Coast with small children on public transport, if they do not live at the final stop, remains a mystery to me. We didn’t go sightseeing much because the child had to sleep during the day, as soon as you arrive somewhere, you already have to go back. From Yalta we managed to get out only by taxi, there was no way to get into the bus. Later we discovered the sea route and we liked it more, but of course it is 3 times more expensive.

In general, I am very grateful to the owners of Violet for our saved vacation. We achieved the goals of our trip - for the first time in 2 years, the child was in remission in a chronic disease, although it was short for only 2 months, but I blame the weather more for this. I think if we were lucky with the weather and we would sit more in the sea, then the remission would be longer. Therefore, to check this version, we must return again next year.
Julia, Novosibirsk.