Day at the Spa

My day at the spa was fun, but quite different from what I have experienced in the past. The spa I have gone to previously was a little place in Stoney Creek. My mom goes there fairly often for massages, so nearly everyone there knows her. And, by extension, they all at least know about me. The place I went today was quite different. For one, it was very large, with more staff manning the desks then the other place has in total, I think. It was also much more impersonal then the spa in Stoney Creek, and scheduling was strictly adhered to.

That’s not to say I had a bad time. Far from it. My massage was wonderful, and my facial was… an interesting, and painful, experience. I was a little bit disappointed with my manicure, but that is because I feel I do a better job. (I feel the same way about pedicures too.) Overall, I had a wonderful time, I would certainly go back for another massage and facial. And if I hadn’t been to a small, more personal spa, I probably wouldn’t have anything to complain about at all.

I think the biggest thing I got out of today (other then a reminder not to have wine on an empty stomach) was an awareness of my body. When other people are touching my body, especially people I don’t know, I tend to feel a little like my space is being violated. I’m funny that way. But today the touching was okay. Nice, even.