Herbal Facial – taken to the next level
This weekend I went to the famed ‘spa street’ looking for the much praised foot therapy and rejuvenating massages. I had heard so much about these spas that it was easy to ignore safer options like L’Oréal which were peperred on the way.
The entire spa was fresh with the aroma of rose petals and I could already feel relaxation setting in as I waited for the ‘herbal facial therapy’ to begin.
As the relaxing music of the spa was turned on and the cubes of ice placed on my eyes I was so glad that I choose to finally come here.
A thought too soon – just when I was feeling that the therapy was worth every penny, I got a little more herbal treatment than I had paid for.
The message therapist’s hand reeked of all kinds of spices – almost every pungent kind that I have encountered in my entire life. Definitely not the kind of herbal facial I had in mind, I had to close my nose and run out before I started smelling like meat ready to be barbecued.
Home Sick …
I am not here
Not here in this fancy cabin
Not in the home I go back to
Not in the words I speak
Not even close to you
Not even willing to listen
Just a speck from the sky you flew
Not even true to my tear
Not even wanting to