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Hot Stone Massage
September 4, 2011 | Leave a Comment
Aww, I was hoping that the next blog in this series of beauty through the ages would move on from ancient times but oh no…I’m STILL stuck there. Groundhog Day.
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Last week, my friend Janine (who took the gorgeous photo above) and I booked the double room and had a hot stone massage together (as in two of us, two separate beds and two therapists). Janine's therapist was Tara who she generally sees for all her beauty treatments at Body Café, and Stephanie was my therapist for the day.
Tara and Steph gave us a moment to strip off our tops and we were told to lie face down on the scrummy, comfortable beds. A towel was provided for modesty and warmth.
I am not a touchy feely person. My last massage was forced upon me by my sister in
Stephanie was so adept, that it times it felt like there were two pairs of hands working on my tired old body. Every so often I could feel new, warm massage oil being applied to my back, but how it got there, I’ve got no idea because Stephanie’s hands never seemed to stop moving.
The room was so silent. Exquisite background music was playing, but not the type of trickling stream music that makes you want to powder your nose. It was just the restful sounds of nature including tweeting birds and rustling leaves.
I nearly fell asleep, and that’s saying something. Being a highly-strung non-touchy feely person (HSNTFP for short), who would have thought that a hot stone massage would make me so relaxed?
The one thing that kept me awake was the thought that I could never, ever perform massages for a job because I’m sure my tummy would rumble or my shoes would squeak or my earrings would jangle or something! Honestly, there wasn’t a sound. It was completely blissful.
I cannot recommend a hot stone massage enough. I’ve even talked my Mum into having one and she’s a HSNTFP too! And, if you’re slightly nervous about it, book the double room at Body Cafe and take a friend with you. It’ll be the highlight of your week.
YM