Had an amazing day today. Unsure of what the weather would bring, we looked for things to do indoors. We finally settled on a spa day at The Benicaldea Spa with a Thai Massage. We arrived around 1:30 and we're greeted with a beautifully relaxing room with multiple relaxation stations. A dipping pool with multiple hydro massage fittings. An Ice Room with a strangely relaxing ice bath we'd plunge into before scurrying to the steam room. Multiple shower types, a Sauna, heated loungers and the piece the resistance, a foot bath where dozens of tiny fish feed on an all you can eat buffet of dead skin off of your feet. Definitely one of the strangest feelings I've experienced. Definitely proud of Jac though for stepping out of her comfort zone (no pun intended) and letting those little bastards chew on her feet for 15 minutes.
After about an hour and a half and polishing off a bottle of Moet champagne and chocolates, courtesy of Rich, Jac and I headed in for our couples Thai massage. This is where things get a bit interesting, to say the least. I'm used to having massages back home and am familiar with the entire procedure of getting undressed and positioning myself on the table prior to the Massage therapist entering. Apparently they do things differently for Thai Massages.
Before leaving the spa area for the Massage room, Jac and I were handed a pair of paper slippers. Once inside the Massage room we were both handed a pair of disposable underwear to put on and instructed to hop on the table face down over top the blankets, not underneath. Ok fine. Except for one thing. When I say disposable underwear, I should probably mention that those underwear were thongs. Yes. Go ahead. Picture me in a black disposable thong. Then picture me laying face down on a massage table with my ass fully exposed as they come in to start the Massage. Ok, don't picture it.
If that wasn't bad enough, no sooner does the Massage start that my 'maseuse' jumps up on the bed and straddles me sitting on my butt while massaging me. I'm thinking to myself that this may end up being the best €45 I've ever spent. With a full body massage over a nearly fully nude body however, I'm finding myself concentrating way too hard to remain cool, calm, and collected. Let's just say she was grazing pretty close to the main garden.
However slightly unnernerving, it was a very relaxing hour followed by another hour enjoying the spa while Rich went in for his massage.
Definitely the most relaxing days we've had and could probably repeat that at least once or twice more if we had more time. Now I'm sitting on the balcony of our apartment smoking a cigar after a snack of street kebab pizza. Just chilling out before getting ready to head out for another drink filled evening.
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