Hotel Galilei in Pisa

This hotel is not good. Bed was extremely uncomfortable, the floor was very dirty, the walls were so thin I could hear the guest next door’s phone alarm go off. The staff were unhelpful - we requested a cot for our toddler and were told it would be in the room. It wasn’t - and when it did come it was partly broken and dirty. There was a safe which was good. The location is handy for the airport with free parking. Breakfast was ok. Ultimately it doesn’t deserve 4 stars and certainly wasn’t worth the money we paid.

We chose Hotel Galilei in Pisa for its convenient location near the airport. The staff were friendly and the restaurant offered good-quality food. However, upon arriving at our room, we noticed a strong unpleasant smell of cigarette smoke throughout the entire floor and inside the room itself. Additionally, the facilities overall seem a bit neglected. Unfortunately, I would not stay here again.

⭐ If You Want Ants in Your Pants, Stay Here… ⭐

Stayed July 2025

Ah, Hotel Galilei Pisa — where the stars in the 4-star rating must be from a parallel universe. Or maybe they just meant star-shaped stains on the carpet?

Let’s begin with the welcoming committee: an entire army of ants in the room. No exaggeration — I half expected them to ask for my passport. Then came their friends: silverfish in the bathroom, clearly on some sort of insect package holiday. When I told reception, they didn’t seem shocked — just handed me a can of bug spray like it was a minibar item. Très chic.

The hotel itself feels like it was built in the 1960s and then promptly abandoned — until now. Tired, run-down, and possibly held together by optimism alone. The sink was bright orange (a bold design choice… or rust?) and the shower had two settings: “dribble” and “Niagara, but sideways.” Bonus points for it being as clean as a motorway rest stop.

WiFi? Don’t make me laugh. It dropped out more often than a high school rebel, and every time I closed my phone or dared to go outside, I had to log in again. Because apparently, the ants don’t like guests hogging the bandwidth.

Breakfast? More like brexit — I exited after day one. It looked like it had been sourced from the bargain bin of a petrol station. I ended up walking to a café down the road where the croissant didn’t stare back at me.

And finally, if you enjoy sleeping next to a family of chair-draggers with a passion for midnight furniture rearrangement, you’re in for a treat. The walls are about as soundproof as a wet paper towel.

Overall, if you’re looking for a retro entomology experience with added sleep deprivation and a side of instant regret, Hotel Galilei is the place for you.