
Hendaye's Hidden Gem: Serge Blanco's Luxury Thalasso & Spa Experience
Hendaye's Hidden Gem: Serge Blanco's Thalasso - My Whirlwind Romance with Bliss (and the Occasional Tiny Blip)
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because I'm about to take you on a rollercoaster ride through Serge Blanco's Thalasso & Spa in Hendaye. Forget those glossy brochures – I'm talking real talk, the kind that comes with a slightly rumpled bathrobe and the lingering scent of seawater. This isn't just a review; it's a love letter… with a few (very minor) side-eyes.
First Impressions: Oh. My. God. (and the Wheelchair-Accessibility Win!)
Right, let's get this out of the way: the location. Hendaye itself? Stunning. The Bay of Biscay is absolutely breathtaking. And Serge Blanco's? Nestled right on the beach, a stone's throw from the waves. Pure bliss.
Now, I'm not usually one to harp on about accessibility, but I was genuinely impressed here. Accessibility: They actively get it. Wheelchair accessible throughout, ramps everywhere, and the elevators? Smooth as silk. My aunt, who uses a wheelchair, was over the moon. Finding a truly accessible spa hotel that also boasts that "je ne sais quoi" factor can be a nightmare, but Serge Blanco's nailed it. Big, big win.
Accessibility: Check! Now, About That Internet…
Alright, here's where we tiptoe into a bit of a… hiccup. Internet access is, thankfully, a definite thing. Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! (Huzzah!) But, and it's a small but significant "but," the Wi-Fi in public areas wasn't always the steadiest. Honestly, at the bar, I was often battling the urge to throw my phone into the ocean just to get away from that buffering circle. Internet [LAN] was on offer in the rooms, but let's be honest, who actually plugs in a cable anymore? So yeah, a slightly shaky internet connection is a minor bump in the road, but the overall atmosphere is so wonderfully relaxing, I didn't let it bother me too much.
The Spa: My Personal Transformation (and My Obsession with the Foot Baths)
Okay, let's talk about the heart and soul of this place: the Spa. Seriously, you guys, prepare to be obsessed. They call it Thalasso for a reason – seawater therapy is THE thing here.
Ways to Relax? Oh, they've got it ALL. Body scrub, Body wrap, Massage (oh, the massages!), Sauna, Spa, Steamroom, and let’s not forget the Foot bath – I became completely addicted to the foot baths. Seriously, I spent a solid hour each day just swirling my toes in those bubbling, fragrant pools, and I’m completely unashamed! They’re amazing!
Pool with view? YES! The Swimming pool [outdoor] is gorgeous and the Swimming pool in general is amazing. Picture this: you're floating in warm seawater, gazing out at the Atlantic, feeling your worries melt away like snow in the sun. I wanted to move in. Pure, unadulterated, "ahhhhh" moment.
The Gym/Fitness: A bit sparse, but functional. I gave it a go, but the allure of the spa was too strong.
The Food, Glorious Food (and Maybe a Slight Case of Overeating)
Right, let's dive into the culinary experience. Dining, drinking, and snacking here are seriously on point. I have zero complaints.
Restaurants: Plural! The main restaurant has stunning views with a Buffet in restaurant option. The A la carte in restaurant options are also available if you feel like something different. The International cuisine in restaurant is well, international. And the food is just…devine. My diet went straight out the window.
Coffee/tea in restaurant – yes, always a plus!
Breakfast [buffet]? Magnificent! Seriously, picture this: fresh pastries, glistening fruit, eggs cooked any way you like…I'm talking, the works. Western breakfast is there, too, but I’m more of a continental girl. Asian breakfast is available too, which I gave a shot, and wasn’t disappointed. There's also Breakfast service for room-service and Breakfast takeaway service, so you can grab and go, if you’re in a rush.
Poolside bar is perfect for those midday cocktails (or mocktails). And the Snack bar delivers, if you need it.
Happy hour? Of course!
Bonus points for the Vegetarian restaurant options!
Room service [24-hour]? Bless them. I ordered a cheese plate and a glass of wine at 2 AM. No judgment.
Cleanliness and Safety: They're Taking This Seriously (and Showing It!)
This is crucial, especially now. And Serge Blanco's gets top marks here.
- Cleanliness and safety: The whole place sparkles.
- Anti-viral cleaning products: Check.
- Daily disinfection in common areas: Check!
- Hand sanitizer: Everywhere!
- Hygiene certification: I didn't see the certificates, but it’s very clear the team were diligent.
- Room sanitization opt-out available: Good to know.
- Rooms sanitized between stays: Absolutely.
- Staff trained in safety protocol: definitely.
- Safe dining setup: They really do walk the walk.
- Staff members wear masks: Yes.
- Physical distancing of at least 1 meter: Yup.
- Individually-wrapped food options: Many!
- Cashless payment service: Perfect! They were really on top of things, which made the stay much more relaxing.
The Little Things That Make a Big Difference (and the Occasional "Huh?")
Let's talk about those extra details, shall we?
Services and conveniences: These guys offer everything under the sun. Concierge, Doorman, Daily housekeeping, Laundry service, Dry cleaning. They even had a Convenience store tucked away. So handy for late-night snack runs.
Business facilities: They catered for business travelers. Meeting/banquet facilities, Seminars, Audio-visual equipment for special events, Wi-Fi for special events (which hopefully is better!).
For the kids: It's Family/child friendly, so I did see a couple of families. They offer Babysitting service too!
Getting around: They offer Airport transfer, Taxi service, and even Car park [free of charge]!
Available in all rooms: Air conditioning is essential, Alarm clock, Bathrobes, Coffee/tea maker, Complimentary tea, Desk, Free bottled water, Hair dryer, In-room safe box, Internet access – wireless, Ironing facilities, Laptop workspace, Mini bar, Non-smoking, On-demand movies, Private bathroom, Scale, Separate shower/bathtub, Shower, Slippers, Smoke detector, Socket near the bed, Soundproofing, Telephone, Toiletries, Towels, Wake-up service, and Wi-Fi [free].. The rooms themselves were seriously lovely, and super comfortable.
There's also Additional toilet, Bathtub, Blackout curtains, Carpeting, Closet, Extra long bed, High floor, Linens, Mirror, Private bathroom, Reading light, Refrigerator, Satellite/cable channels, Seating area, Sofa, Umbrella, Visual alarm, and Window that opens.
Pets allowed - although on this occasion, it wasn't an option available
Did I mention the Non-smoking rooms?!
A Slight Hiccup: The Shrinking Towel Mystery
Okay, real talk time. The towels in the room were a little… thin. And, I swear, every day they seemed to shrink a little bit more. By day four, I was pretty much using a napkin to dry myself. It's a tiny, insignificant thing, but it did give me a chuckle.
The Verdict: Book It. Now.
Look, I'm not perfect, and neither is Serge Blanco's. But the overall experience? Pure, unadulterated bliss. The location is breathtaking, the spa is heavenly, the food is divine, the service is impeccable, and, most importantly, it offers a genuinely relaxing escape.
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Okay, buckle up buttercups, because here's my messy, maybe-a-little-too-honest, and definitely opinionated itinerary for a trip to Hotel Serge Blanco - Relais Thalasso & Spa in Hendaye, France. Prepare for a rollercoaster of emotions, random tangents, and the overwhelming urge to eat all the croissants.
Day 1: Arrival and That Damn Thalasso (The Good, The Bad, and the… Slightly Salty?)
Morning (Or What Passes for It After a Nightmare Flight): Land at Biarritz Airport. Seriously, Biarritz? Sounds fancy. Actually, navigating the airport was a whole other level of tired. Lost my luggage… of course. The airline? Let's just say they specialize in "misplaced souvenirs." Found them eventually. Ugh.
Afternoon: Arrival at Serge Blanco. The facade? Gorgeous. Pure, picture-postcard perfect. The lobby smells of… money and seaweed. Which, let's be honest, I'm here for. First impressions are good. Really good. Then I remember the lost luggage. Okay, breathe.
Afternoon Continued: The Thalasso Assault (Part 1). Right, let's get this wellness rodeo started. Honestly? I envisioned floating serenely. Reality? More like being prodded and poked in various aquatic contraptions by a woman who spoke rapid-fire French that I didn't quite grasp. I think she complimented my… posture? Either way, it was intense. Like, underwater jets aimed at your… areas. Let's just say certain things were massaged that haven't seen the light of day in years. I emerged, wrinkled but (hopefully) refreshed.
Evening: Room and Regret (Kidding. Kind Of). Gorgeous room, balcony overlooking the ocean, champagne already chilling. I could get used to this. But my reflection reminds me of a prune. Maybe the "anti-aging" treatment actually… worked. And now where's that champagne…
- Dinner: Restaurant, with a view that almost makes you feel guilty for existing. Delicious food, more wine (obviously). Decided it was my mission to devour every single cheese option. Success.
- Anecdote: Saw a couple on a "romantic retreat" who seemed to be in a full-blown silent battle. One stared at the ocean, the other at their phone. Romance, folks!
- Dinner: Restaurant, with a view that almost makes you feel guilty for existing. Delicious food, more wine (obviously). Decided it was my mission to devour every single cheese option. Success.
Day 2: Ocean, Oof, Overindulgence (and the Unexpected Joy of… Salt?)
Morning: Morning Ritual (Attempted). Woke up to the sound of seagulls and immediately regretted yesterday's wine choices. Dragged myself to breakfast. Croissants. Everywhere. Okay, maybe I’m doing life right.
Morning Continued: A Quick Dip (or How I Almost Drowned in the Atlantic). The ocean. It beckoned. Turns out, the Atlantic at this time of year is… fresh. And by fresh, I mean soul-chilling. Got knocked around by waves like a ragdoll and retreated, defeated, to my sun lounger. Looked at the french people on the beach (they seem to handle it no problem. So much for my "French confidence."
Afternoon: The Thalasso Massacre (Part 2, Electric Boogaloo). More jets, more seaweed. This time, I knew the drill. Armed with the knowledge of my previous experience, I actually… enjoyed it. Or at least, didn't scream. I thought I'd mastered the waters. Then a sudden wave knocked me sideways. I spent the next few minutes in the fetal position, wondering if this was how I’d shuffle off this mortal coil.
- Quirky Observation: The other guests seem genuinely relaxed. I'm pretty sure I’m the only one here teetering on the brink of a nervous breakdown, which may stem from being a stranger the ocean.
Late Afternoon: The Salt Room. This! This was a revelation. A dimly lit room filled with salt crystals. Sat there. Breathed. Felt… calm. My skin actually felt amazing. Like I could battle the world. Or at least, make it through dinner.
Evening: Dinner and that feeling of "I'm doing it" (even if it's just eating cheese). More cheese. More wine. The sun setting over the ocean. Pure bliss. Well, maybe not pure. There's a persistent gnawing feeling of guilt about how much butter I've consumed. But hey, I'm in France! It's practically compulsory.
Day 3: Farewell and the Bitter-Sweet taste of salty air
Morning: Breakfast in Bed (Because I Deserve It). Ordered room service. Coffee, croissant, ocean view. The perfect end to the perfect trip. I'd say it's the "perfect life", but I didn't got to experience all that much life in my limited time.
Morning Continued: Checking Out and Trying to Remember Where I Parked My Sanity. Packing. Always a nightmare. Trying to fit all the souvenirs (aka, cheese) into my suitcase. The staff was delightful. Sweet, helpful. I’m now ready to deal with the long-haul flight and my life.
Emotional Reactions: Mixed. Sad to leave. But also, utterly and completely relaxed. I've embraced the salty air, the seaweed wraps, and the glorious, glorious cheese. I've survived the thalasso, the ocean, and the occasional existential crisis.
Final Thoughts: This place? Expensive. Indulgent. Wonderful. Will I return? In a heartbeat. Just, maybe, I'll remember to pack my own luggage next time. And perhaps learn some basic French for "Where's the cheese?" and "Help, the wave is eating me!"

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