65m2 w spokojnej Oliwskiej okolicy

65m2 w spokojnej Oliwskiej okolicy Overview

I just got back from a weekend stay at 65m2 w spokojnej Oliwskiej okolicy, tucked in the quiet corner of ul. Mściwoja II 52/33, 80‑357 Gdańsk, Poland. The first thing that hit me was the gentle hum of the city – not the chaotic clatter of the Old Town, but the soft, almost reverent buzz of people sipping coffee on a nearby balcony, the distant bells of St. Joseph’s church ringing every hour. Check‑in was a breeze: the front desk clerk, a friendly woman named Ania, greeted me with a smile that felt like a hug, and she handed over a small keycard that glowed faintly in the dim lobby. I mean, honestly, the whole process felt more like a local welcome than a hotel transaction. Parking was straightforward too – a modest underground lot right behind the building, where I found a spot without scrambling for a meter. The only downside was the faint scent of exhaust from the tram tracks that run along ul. Gdańska, but by the time I got into the room, the smell had faded into the background.

The room itself was a cozy 65m2 (now that’s the 65m2 w spokojnej Oliwskiej okolicy thing – it’s a bit of a tongue‑twister, but it’s the official name, and it rolls off the tongue in a relaxed way). It’s 4 stars, which is a bit of a misnomer, because the real star is the view: a window that frames the leafy trees of Oliwa’s park, the way the light filters through the leaves on a crisp morning, and the distant silhouette of the cathedral’s spire. The bed was surprisingly plush, and the linens had that dry, crisp feel that makes you want to keep sleeping. I found myself breathing a little easier in that quiet space, especially after the sounds of the city at night – the soft hiss of the subway, a passing taxi, and the occasional bark of a dog from the nearby street. I was also pleasantly surprised by the tiny coffee station in the corner – a kettle, a French press, and a selection of Polish teas that made my mornings feel like a little ritual.

Now, about the neighborhood: it’s a neighborhood you’d never hear about in a travel guide, but locals swear by it. Take ul. Mściwoja II itself – a narrow, cobblestone street lined with old wooden houses and a handful of small shops. I walked down to ul. Wysokiego, where there’s a tiny bakery that sells the best rye bread in town – the crust is perfect, the inside is soft, and the smell of fresh dough is just intoxicating. A few minutes’ walk gets you to the Olsztyński Square, where the market stalls bring a burst of color to the day – fresh fish, local cheeses, and the scent of grilled sausage that makes you forget you’re even in a hotel. The quiet hours are truly a blessing; I could hear the distant echo of a church bell at 10 pm, and that

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