Spas in the Times of Covid

Instead of crowding the beaches, we’ve been indulging in indoor activities.

Yesterday, the designated wicked witch of our household made the whole crew clean the house. It was fun! Especially the part where everyone couldn’t be more disappointed with how their day started. When we were done, the moods improved, takeout was ordered, wine was opened. No ruined expectations! It was great. Except the part where we started watching Once Upon A Time, what a waste. Oh, and then Yurka wanted to watch Metro (after the kids went to bed of course). Horrifying yet worthwhile.

Today, I was invited to a spa and I have to tell you: it was the best spa experience I’ve ever had! Not that I had that many, I’m generally not a spa person. I can easily count the number of times I’ve been to a spa using my fingers.

Well anyway!

This particular spa was amazing! First, I was offered a relaxing blanket foot soak. If you are not familiar with this treatment, I’ll explain. That’s when the spa owner doesn’t allow the personnel to fill a large bowl with hot water, and they creatively turn a stool upside down, fill it with blankets and wrap your feet in these blankets. See? It’s a blanket foot soak!

Then I was massaged by two perfectly inexperienced but very, very eager masseuses. It was beyond divine. I honestly don’t know if any of the performed strokes can be considered massage per se. Yes, it’s true that a few times I wondered if a medium size elephant was stomping all over my lower back, or if an actual goose that was secretly hiding in the house, decided to pinch my arm to death. All the same, I have never felt so loved during a massage!

Additionally, the spa featured a comfort-dog, napping by my side, infusing the air with less than pleasant fragrances. This part was less magical. I was told that I have a sensitive nose and no heart. How rude. No ice cream for you, masseuse.

I’m about to hit the hammock. I may or may not have coffee, sparkling wine, lemonade, husband, kids, dogs, books, phones, or all of the above right next to me for the rest of the day.

Happy Sunday, friends. The best part is, we have Sunday again tomorrow:)

P.S. colored my own hair for the first time in my life.