St Stanislaus Villa - Lonavla

A resort, a haven at 100 kms. From the crowded, polluted and busy Mumbai. Two big bungalows with 23 rooms with a hall, dining room and kitchen and the chapel. All in a set up of greenery, tall trees and bushes, swings, benches in yellow, hammocks and open spaces to play and walk.

The Villa offers an affordable holiday to modest families, facilities to conduct meetings and seminars.

Tasty food adds to a pleasant stay in the Villa.

For more details and bookings, contact Fr F Juan, S.J.

Family Camp at Stanislaus Villa, Lonavla – Orpheus Rebello
This camp held in May 2006 was a memorable experience for the 45 or so people who attended it. An assortment from all corners: Bandra, Marol, Malad, Nerul, Pune, Goa, made up the colourful gang. The weather was cool, tall shady trees, birdsong in the air.

The day began with mass at 7.30 followed by breakfast. This was digested through a series of games in the garden surrounding the Villa. The ambience is rustic and very soothing with cool breezes wafting throughout the day. Lunch was the highlight of the afternoon. Rosary in the evening, substantial dinner to restore sapped energy. The food was substantial and tasty. Each one washed his/her own plate.

The short holiday was crammed with laughter and activity for young and old: throw ball, football, telegames, a visit to the Water Park for a rain dance, long walks, new friends were made, telephone nos. exchanged.

There were some memorable highlights:
(1) Mother’s Day- The little children sang “Mother of Mine”, the teens sang another song. Mothers were given a token of gratitude: pink sequined hearts with a teary message.
(2) A mock wedding-of two unlikely couples dressed in corny costume of wigs and witch’s hat and chor-bazaar clothes.
(3) Fancy Dress- where imagination ran wild.
(4) Bon Fire- on the final evening…. All these left one breathless. What more could one ask for?

The day before we left, the campers went to Lonavla to buy their goodies; chikki and farsan for self and friends.
There was a bus that brought us to the camp and one that took us back. Teary-eyed farewells were said as we waved the Camp and the birds a fond farewell.