Well, that was interesting!
It all began a few months ago when my cousins L&G asked if they could take me to a spa/sauna for the day as a birthday present. Now, I’m not one to say no to a good relaxing session (sans children), so of course I jumped at the chance.
The link to the gorgeous spa was sent my way. The spa was set on a property that bordered a massive lake, it had numerous saunas (steam/hot/infrared/sound therapy etc) and an outdoor pool and restaurant with a delicious menu.
It’s not uncommon, in fact, I think it’s a given that when you attend a spa/sauna here, you surrender your clothes on your way in. Yes, that’s right, you spend the entire time in the buff.
In a week of preparation, a lot of salad was consumed, there were more running sessions and I even contemplated a few crunches (meh, who am I kidding, I didn’t even contemplate them).
To be honest, I was quite nervous. I love my cousins, but do I want to sit around naked with them, just shooting the breeze? I wasn’t sure.
So, armed with a towel and a bath robe and not much else, we ventured into the sauna/spa.
My first encounter with a naked middle aged man doing breast stroke (complete with the frog kick) really set the tone for the day. My robe, and inhibitions were cast aside.
|Not my photo…. Just to give you an idea of what my eyeballs had to deal with today. They are still burning.|
What a fabulous day. You learn to look people in the eye (for obvious reasons). You also learn that very few people look good naked. You learn that spas/saunas seem very popular with the retirees (my eyeballs hurt!)
|Not us, but totally representative of us!|
Would I do it again? Absolutely, in a heart beat. There is something to be said for sunbaking naked.
For good reasons, there are no selfies to accompany this blog.