Published: August 25th 2008August 24th 2008
Friday was the day that we had been looking forward to for weeks. We had saved enough money to treat each other to a day at "The Spa," in Centro. The day started with Ronnie surprising me with a bunch of red and white carnations. The flowers themselves were amazing, but so was the fact the Ronnie was able to go out and buy them without speaking any Spanish and dragging Byron along. No easy task I am sure! Then off to Centro! We had a light breakfast in the Biblioteca restaurant Santa Ana. They have some neat 50 peso breakfasts and we were also able to pick up the newest edition of Atencion, the English paper.
Then we walked several blocks to the Spa. It was housed in a funky little hotel with all sorts of murals painted on the walls. We were brought up to the rooftop and shown our rooms. One of the really cool things was that there was a small shower attached to each little room. There were still a lot of murals everywhere showing little Mexican scenes or flowers...and there were scrolls painted all around with different instructions and such. So we seperated into
our individual rooms and began our treatments.
It started with an exfoliation scrub over the whole body. This lasted about an hour and a half. Then I had the hot stone treatment. This one didn't feel that professional as the rocks kept falling off me and onto the floor...breaking the relaxing music. A couple times, the rocks were too hot and I had to ask for them to cool just a bit. In between all the treatments, my head, neck and shoulders we massaged. This would have been great for an hour massage, but as the third hour approached, it started to get a bit boring. At around 3:00, we had a snack break. I felt dizzy walking out of that room to the little table they had set up for us. There was green tea, cookies and a cup of canned fruit. Ronnie soon joined me. "Did you get the plastic wrap yet?" he asked. "No! Did you get the hot stones?" I replied...""Not yet!" So back to the rooms we went and after a bit more of the hot stones, sure enough...out came the plastic wrap. She rubbed me up and down with a clay mask and
then wrapped my whole body in plastic wrap. At one point I couldn't help but giggle, " Para llavar?" She giggled back at me. (Para llavar basically means "to go" and it is how you ask for your leftovers to be wrapped up.) While I "baked," I got another massage, but all in the same style as the first three hours. It was very magical to hear the church bells going off every half hour or so. After the clay body mask was washed off, it was time to start the facial. I am not a spa expert, but I have had my share of indulgences. This facial sadly was only so-so. I did fall asleep during the chocolate mask part as it started to rain lightly outside and it just sounded so nice. (Ronnie jokes he could hear me snoring in the next room.) But now I had been in treatments for about 5 hours and I was ready for it to be done. When she finished, I took a shower which didn't drain. When I opened the shower door, it was really storming rain outside! The rooms that we were in were basically hand made storage units and
so when the rain started to pour...the room began to leak like it was a room in the Titanic! Water poured down the walls and all over the plugged in lights and other electrical equipment. I got dressed as fast as I could and then ran out of the room to find Ronnie waiting for me in a small room where they had prepared dinner for us. It was a very simple Asian style dinner of fried rice, spicy chicken, egg roll, a half bottle of red wine and oreo pie for dessert. We had a wonderful little dinner and the owner of the spa came in and chatted with us about the magic of love for our anniversary. She also told us that 20% of all treatments costs go to a charity she started called So Others May Eat that feeds the elderly of San Miguel. She was really a wonderful woman. As we were leaving, her and her husband gave us some clay mask mix to take home and a travel kit as an anniversary present. We were both glad to have experienced a day at the spa, but both agree that it got a bit boring after
the first half. The treatments were all very similar. We wished there had been a manicure or something besides massage involved. It was something we will always remember and we will most likely go back for smaller treatments.
Afterwards, I suggested we head to a wine bar to continue celebrating. We walked to Casa Luna Pila Seca and I decided I wanted to stop in to see Dianne. Ernesto opened the door for us and let us know she wasn't there...but secretly, it didn't matter. Her and I had planned a surprise for Ronnie...we were going to stay the night there. So I spoke in only Spanish (so RC wouldn't understand) and I said we were checking in. We were put in one of the best rooms....the Parroquia View room. Right out our window you could she the symbol of SMA. Ronnie was laughing in surprise and joy once it hit him what was going on. It started to rain again and so we started a fire. We were hungry after the small meal so RC ran next door and got us a burger and fries to split from Casa Payo. It was a perfect night.
morning, we had a great breakfast with Dianne and thanked her for the last minute reservation. We stayed in our room until check-out enjoying the bath and the view. We left 10 minutes after check-out because it was so hard to leave the room. Oops!
Then walking towards the bus, we stopped in the Jardin. To our surprise, there were all kinds of dudes and dirt bikes getting ready for some sort of race! You really never know what you are going to find in the Jardin. We watched them for a bit while sharing a cone of some of the best vanilla ice cream in the world. We then headed home on the bumpy and muggy bus, remembering all the great things that had happened in the last 24 hours.
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