Hotel Campo do Rosmaninho

We’ve been coming to this hotel every summer for the past four years. It became our little tradition — a quick getaway where we could sink into the soft beds by the pool, linger over their beautiful menu, and be spoiled with food that felt just as special as the setting. Every visit felt like coming home; they treated us like family, and we cherished those small, thoughtful touches that made the place shine. This summer, we arrived with the same excitement we always did, already imagining the rhythm of our days there. But almost instantly, something felt different. The restaurant tables weren’t set the way they used to be, and instead of the generous menu we loved, we were handed just a single page with only a few options. Lunch was fine, but not memorable — and we told ourselves to wait for dinner, because that was always the highlight. The room, too, felt stripped of its charm. No warm welcome note, no cookies waiting for us, and the towels were scratchy instead of soft. We tried not to let it bother us, but when we went down to the pool and saw the beautiful sunbeds gone, the kind we used to spend hours on, it hit us. This wasn’t the same place anymore. Dinner confirmed what we feared: the small menu from lunch was, in fact, the dinner menu. Gone was the variety, the care, the sense of abundance. The hotel we had loved so much had changed — and not in the ways that make you fall in love all over again. It’s hard to say goodbye to a place that held so many memories for us, but it no longer feels worth the price or the promise. We’ll always remember the summers we spent here, but it’s time to find somewhere new to make new traditions.

Calm location with everything you need onsite. The staff was professional and always available to assist with a smile. The restaurant was magnificent. The chef is incredibly talented, the taste and presentation was among the top big city restaurants. The rooms were will equipped, clean and well decorated. They had a bottle of bubbly and local pastries for us when we arrived. The room size was very generous with a huge soaker tub. Simply unbelievable!

campo do rosmaninho, em Castelo Branco. Ia com as expectativas tão altas que caíram a pique. Vamos por partes: - Ficámos na suite n.°3: Amor-perfeito. A começar no nome e a terminar nas almofadas tudo fantástico! Uma suite harmoniosa e encantadora, com todos os detalhes pensados para agradar. - Parte exterior. Nada de bom a dizer. A começar nas piscinas com verdete e folhas; na quantidade gigantesca de abelhas nas grelhas das piscinas e a terminar no parque de crianças que estava inseguro e o “melhor é não usar”. Um trampolim e um escorrega à vista de uma criança de 2 anos que “o melhor é não usar”. - a suite foi divinal até tentar adormecer e aparecer a saga das melgas. Durante a noite matei 9 melgas e ainda lá ficaram umas quantas a infernizar a vida do próximo. - depois de uma noite mal dormida pensei que ia afogar as mágoas num pequeno almoço rico em vitaminas digno de um hotel. Cheguei meia hora antes de fecharem e a primeira sensação foi “uau, migalhas” foram repondo, aos poucos, algumas coisas, mas o primeiro impacto já estava causado. Por exemplo, no caso dos doces, assim que repuseram fugiram logo; eram 3 mesas de hóspedes que estavam à espera do mesmo. Sobrou um pastel de Nata para mim. - conclusão: fugimos logo de imediato com a certeza que não queremos voltar