Working 16-18 hour days since I arrived finally caught up with me, and I began to come down with something (who knows what) a few days ago. I was getting worse and worse, but 4 hours of sleep per night will do that to a gal, and I finally gave in to a rest day today. I looked at the spa menu; surely, this will cure me! (Mind you, I was going to tell myself ANYthing to justify a trip to the massage room).
I am a spa fanatic. It is truly the only time I feel like I can relax and recharge. If the kids are taking naps, I work. Once the kids go down for bed, I work. I LOVE what I do so much that it does not seem like an extra task to squeeze in a few emails here and there whenever I can….however, this does not involve any rest. So, when I come across a spa, I jump on the opportunity to tune out life and turn off the world.
I walked in to the main entrance and was instantly relaxed. The masseuse was extremely attentive, showed 68 teeth when she smiled, and laughed at everything I said. (Let’s pretend I am actually comical, and ignore the fact that she probably had zero clue what I was talking about).
I soon discovered that Indians do spa differently. It was very akin to the massage I had at my hostel in Bali two years ago. Draping doesn’t exist, and about 20 minutes in she was on the table, ON me, in some elaborate position I was envisioning to mirror a scene from Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon. That said, it was the best – THE BEST – massage I have ever had. I had no trouble ignoring the horns honking from the street, the car alarm going off and the barking dogs I heard, which is really saying something. Follow that massage by a facial where I swear she got every pore on my face as clear as Gwyneth’s, and I was feeling relaxed and more revitalized than ever. Did I mention that, as far as spa treatments go, they were insanely cheap? Win win. I leave a happy camper and head up to my room to get cozy in some pajamas, finalize fabrics to use for s/s 14 pajamas (!!!), check emails, go through models for a photo shoot and prep for a somewhat early night to be tucked in.
I am also ecstatic because today is the first day I can look at the 10 day forecast on my Weather Channel app and see the day I will be back at home with my babies.
I had an extremely wonderful uneventful morning. There was a change of plans so I stayed in bed which was a great thing. I am still exhausted and don't know how I can continue to push myself like this. I worked from my laptop with the most perfect pillow arrangement, listening to birds in the harbor outside. I can hear the waves crashing which is nice. We headed to the markets in the evening to get as much done before they closed, and found some fantastic scarf inspiration. By dinner – I was famished. I have been told by both my husband and production manager that I have lost weight on this trip, yet I don’t see how that is possible. I certainly don’t want that to be the case so for dinner I had eggs benedict to start, a pizza (entire one, to myself, #truestory) for my main course and flourless orange chocolate cake for dessert. I was sufficiently stuffed and went back to the hotel room a happy camper.