Pre-Christmas text message conversation:
Thinking about getting a massage for your mom for Christmas. Do you know a good place?
There are wonderful spas everywhere, but I think it would be a fun idea to get her a massage at the spa in the Portifino Hotel (on Universal Studios property). It’s pretty and she could stay and use the pool/hot tub (you could even meet her for the day if you wanted to).
Good one, Mom!
Much to my surprise, I received a Mandara Spa gift card — yep, the spa I was suggesting to my Dad as a perfect gift for my MOM!!! My Mom, the prankster, used my Dad’s phone and tricked me into sharing spa recommendations. (Thanks, Mom!!!)
I definetly consider myself a spa junkie. I choose to spend all my disposable money on hair, nails, pedicures, massages, facials, etc… instead of responsible things – like adult investments. I live and die by my professional hair blowout membership! Yes, I am a member of something that includes unlimited hair washing/blowdrying (unroll your eyes). When I vacation, the first thing I do is locate the spa and book something(s). No, really. You should see me on a cruise ship. I sprint to the spa and normally book more than one service for multiple days. Like, I am on a first-name basis with the spa crew by the second day. Intervention time?
Needless to say, the gift was perfect. But of course it was, because it was kind of my idea?!
Tony and I arrived about 90 minutes before my scheduled appointment and took advantage of the gym and jacuzzi. When it was time for my service, Tony read by the hot tub. The massage service was oh-so zenful. “Om shanti shanti shanti.”
When asked if I had any allergies, I simply stated: no milk-based products. I know people like milk and honey based beauty products, but it’s not for me. I just feel like using animal byproducts to moisturize my body is a little aggressive. At least, when people consume milk or honey they are recieving a life-sustaining benefit (calories – though not neccessarily from a required source…another conversation for another day). But, I draw the line at forcing a dairy cow to live a life of gestation and lactation to moisturize my skin. It’s horribly inconsiderate and cruel, no?
After my spa service, I joined Tony for lunch and we spent the afternoon relaxing poolside because (1) I can’t stop and (2) I am obbsessed with pools (#MermaidBlood). So yeah, living in Orlando works out for me. I am spoiled with theme parks, resorts, spas, pools and sunny winter days. Vacation is staycation is vacation.