giving in to the moment
We walked around the square in Healdsburg this morning and then headed to Golden Haven Spa in Calistoga for a mudbath. Slinking into hot mud has its own rewards – you think, should I be doing this? and then you are doing doing it and it feels so weird but good and Jimmy is telling you the mud is great about extracting the toxins from your body but T and I have our old underwear that we can throw away because I’m not sure about how much toxins are going out or coming in. Then we head to the jacuzzi and drink copious amounts of lemony spa water and Jimmy comes in and says it is time for our blanket wrap. So we head into this little room and have him wrap us in wool blankets and next thing you know we are in the twilight zone.
But lest you think this is bliss we head now for our one hour massage and both of the massage therapists are rather lame. Mine is barely there and T is crying that it is too firm. We both decide on the table to just give into being rubbed even though we both know what a real massage feels like and this ain’t it.
After long ramble to get our butts down to the beginning of the valley and to Roshambo, our latest wine craze, we do this all on a wing and a prayer – little food, not so great massage – and then we are sitting in this little patio off the winery and having our Oakville grocery picnic that was meant to be had five hours ago – edamame salad with shitake mushrooms, dolmas, spanakopita, and brioche and drinking a glass of Roshambo ROCK – blastoff!