STRESS FREE SPAS...For Real!

What I haven't heard in spas would fit into Thumbelina's Little Black Book.

Meaning: I've hard it all. Because when I am gifted with a spa visit, no paying guest knows that I am visiting to critique, compliment or complain of how the place operates, how they treat guest and more importantly, how they treat the staff.

But I digress. I am simply one of many pretend-ladies who lunches, out of her class, but having a great time.


I've heard so many things in spas and locker rooms and make-up rooms and steam/sauna baths and huge perfect Jacuzzi. I've heard personal, confidential shockers from women who've shed their skin in this society.

I, too, felt compelled to talk, still protective of my real assignment.

But the talk. The openness. From all sorts of women.

Most were in assorted stages of dress and undress.

Only a few timid souls (mostly real young or real old) needed privacy to strip and cover up their timidity with a towel.


So in most really luxe spas, (and I've seen a few) the women are freer with truisms, confidante-status with strangers, and a sort of universal oneness by virtue of one organ that dare not speak its name.

Yet we talk of those other organs, don't we? What are they? Heart, liver, pancreas, bowel, gall bladder, something else.

I know I'm leaving something out, but you get my drift.

All women have everything physically in common, not-withstanding disability of any sort,
with all naked or near-naked women.

Women nude are at their most vulnerable, most defenseless and never more equal to her gender. Anywhere. In any part of the world, so matter how culturally foreign. Sorry about the pun.

So friends who spa with friends open up even more. To one another.

And one complete stranger. half-dressed, will waltz over to a 50-year-old struggling to take off a bra from the '50s. The 1850's. With a kind smile untainted by judgment.

Not for nothing, is there a man so bold that he would have the sheer guts to saunter around sans testicle, around the more fortunately endowed, embarrassed like they were at their old high school gym?

Back to women's spas and locker rooms posing as luxury sitting rooms from old movies. Some of those locker rooms were so lush, I wanted to become a secret resident. Everything smelled good and fresh and new. Not like messy home. But the willing suspension of disbelief that I could make stuff happen, will always self-amaze.

But the sheer freedom of cellulite running free, scars and stretch marks oh my!

Ladies, we're all the same, battle-scarred and still living to tell. Skin covered hides a fertile mystery that reveals itself only in trust. Spas promise a wonderful magical fantasy-land to ponder life's mysteries, find internal peace, seek a moment without stress.

My point (and I do have one) is that spas are woman's state of grace. Her domain. Her Fortress Of Solitude. But with company.

If you can be somewhere and the biggest decision to make involves a lunch choice, why wouldn't you go? I'm talking about quality places to which I hope to share my side info with.

And now I receive a "blast" from the Spa Industry big-wigs that the industry is FINALLY waking up to the next "important trend" (not fad, mind you) which is: health spas. Not health in the sense of your basic gym and its moldy sweat stench and locker-fragrance odeur. But health
that goes beyond the next Pilates Class.

Nope. I'm talking about spas that are now doubling Health-O-Meters that will address all the Baby Boomers worries. Like getting a wrinkle or two.

To which I say indignantly BFD. Age gracefully and gratefully as you figure out your own path. I've just started this one.

And don't forget, it's the journey that counts, not the final destination (a phrase the airline industry should stop scaring their passengers with). And by all means, in all that you do, have fun doing it.

I'm keeping this short because tomorrow I intend to name some places and I want to do some actual research~ surprise!


And let me remind you again: this Spa-Trekking website has taken a turn. I will now write about Green Spas, spas that are more interested in mind/body/spirit connection than in the latest
gimmicky "treatment."
I will be honest, happy to take comps because otherwise I can't afford to do squat. Another btw, I have been writing about this "new" green awareness since I have been writing about spas. A looooooong time.

Maybe I'll throw in a poem or two.

So much for a short take.
Tomorrow is now. Or later.