Today was going to be a new experience for me. The ladies had booked treatments at the spa,
so Rum and I decided to get a facial.
Now I had a facial before, (ok once and it was like 15 minutes) but
today’s facial was scheduled for 80 minutes.
What the heck can someone do to my face for 80 minutes, I asked
myself. The spa, Armonia, is an award
winning world-class palace of relaxation and rejuvenation, but still… 80
minutes on my face? Really?
Suffice it to say there will be no pictures after we entered
through these doors, and believe me that is a good thing. The ladies went one way and Rum and I headed
the other. The experience began with a steam
shower, followed by a Rain Shower rinse, and then a 10-minute dip in a 120-degree
hot tub. We were then escorted to private rooms by a facial
technician (I don’t know what you call them) to begin the 80 minute
experience. The room was dark, a little
cool, with New Age music echoing throughout the room. Hints of Eucalyptus, or some unknown intoxicating
aroma filled the air. With a soft voice
the young lady explained what was getting ready to happen, and I drifted away
just slight above anesthetic coma. No
sense of time until… HOLY CRAP! Some
goop or glob that felt like sulfuric acid was being rubbed on my face. The technician’s voice calmly said, “You may feel some burning… let me know if
it is too much”. Then the guy thing
kicked in, “I am ok I whimpered”.
Grateful when that phase was done, I could only think that was the part
where she removed the ugly. More goops
and globs, rubbing and wiping, with a head and neck massage and my 80 minutes
came to an end. I dressed, wishing it
would have longer.
Rum and I paid for our spa day and headed downstairs to
rehydrate. They told us rehydration was
important.
The ladies joined us for some rehydration, and who would mix
our reviving libation, but the young gardener.
He was so excited, and his cocktail was of excellent quality.
We decided to head down to the marina for our last
dinner. The sun had just begun to set as
we casually strolled looking (snapping pictures) at all the happenings around
us.
WARNING - Be careful if you visit Cabo San Lucas and decided to drink
too much… you may see a flying cow!
Or even worst...
We ate at a restaurant right in the marina. Sugar’s brother joined us for the final
dinner. Once again, we went for the dish
that the waiter had to light on fire to enjoy.
This time an appetizer was prepared in a large stone mortar.
The bowl is placed in oven to get it
extremely hot, then the waiter adds three types of cheeses while folding them
together – let the fun begin! A large
dose of tequila was poured into the steaming cheese - fire in the hole! The
mortar erupts in flames as the goo and the agave juice become one. After a few tortillas covered with the
cheese, it was time for dinner. We all
enjoyed our meal, the night air, and eating by the sea.
Back at the villa, the reality that our Cabo week would be
coming to an end in the morning dampened our spirits. We enjoyed recounting the week in stories,
just one more Margarita, and then prepared for our departure. The shrimp boats shimmered out on the ocean
and the sky was still bright from the moon.
We put our heads on the pillow and the sights and sounds of Los Cabos
became our dreams.
Ok... maybe she did not wipe off all the ugly, but you have to admit I do look relaxed J
Thanks for following along, and we hope you have the opportunity to enjoy this magical place - Los Cabos, Mexico.