Spa Day

In order to celebrate our birthdays (August and September), Kris and I indulged ourselves with a Carribean Massage at La Cantera on Saturday. OMG....I would be much easier to get along with if I could have one of those massages once a week. It was, it was, it was.....I don't know that I can fully express how wonderful it was with mere words.

It started with a dry exfoliation of the back and soles of the feet. That was step one on the road to relaxation. A "seaweed" concoction was then applied to the back and soles of the feet. A warm towel was then placed on top of the seaweed mixture. As the wrap was working its magic, my massage began with the left arm and then the right arm. I was sinking further into oblivion. The seaweed gunk was then cleaned from my back with more warm towels. Magic fingers began working out the kinks in my back and shoulders and neck. I felt numb and in a state of complete relaxation. I could hear the birds chirping and violins playing as I struggled to remain conscious of my surroundings. And by the time I received the scalp massage, I was deep into Neverland. I could smell the colors and taste the rainbow. It was an effort to focus after 90 minutes of pure heaven.

Kris and I managed to regroup and headed to Red Lobster for a drink and late lunch. As we pulled out of the parking lot, we decided we needed to walk off our calorie-laden lunch and headed to the mall at La Cantera. People, here's the deal: If it is too small or too short, don't wear it in public. And stilletto heels do not go well with denim shorts and halter tops. And black bras with white tops? And halter tops trying to cover size DD without any support? And middle aged women sporting bellyrings? Egads, my conservatism is surfacing! Talk about my butt all you want to but at least its covered up. I am not a shopper but managed to last a couple of hours before beginning to whine about the heat, the crowded shops and the rude people.

We thoroughly enjoyed our Spa Day and have decided it will be our annual gift to ourselves. Throw in a little People Watching on the side and you've got yourself a day to be remembered!