And there I was, covered in muck, inhaling coffee and thinking about childhood.
I was two years old again with a big cup of milky sweet coffee in which I dipped my gigantic breakfast cookies (champararas). We had journeyed to visit family in some overgrown bougainvillea Latin country and I never wanted to leave. Not that I knew that then. But now that I am inhaling the aroma of my roots, I know that I want to go back. And I want a cup of coffee real bad.
A friend had this incredible idea that we should spend our day of rest (Saturdays there is no yoga class) at the Windflower Hotel spa called Emerge. A car would pick us up at the coconut stand and the rest would be pure bliss. We drove about 25 minutes across the city and into a remote area with lots of vegetation and a view of the mountains. The hotel was beautiful with lots of open space and manicured gardens, etc. It took a while to pick my poison, but I settled on the "Coffee invigoration massage" which consisted of 90 minutes of pure relaxation and invigoration and anti cellulite super powers (or so the menu said).
I was escorted into a lovely treatment room, got kind of naked and sat in a wooden chair. I had two therapists. One placed my feet in a rosewater soak while the other gave me a head oil massage followed by back, neck, and shoulders. After I was sufficiently incapacitated, they led me to a wood table where I was given the ayurvedic oil rubdown followed by a coffee scrub and mask. I was covered in goo. It was fabulous!
yoga therapy; Self Improvement;
I was two years old again with a big cup of milky sweet coffee in which I dipped my gigantic breakfast cookies (champararas). We had journeyed to visit family in some overgrown bougainvillea Latin country and I never wanted to leave. Not that I knew that then. But now that I am inhaling the aroma of my roots, I know that I want to go back. And I want a cup of coffee real bad.
A friend had this incredible idea that we should spend our day of rest (Saturdays there is no yoga class) at the Windflower Hotel spa called Emerge. A car would pick us up at the coconut stand and the rest would be pure bliss. We drove about 25 minutes across the city and into a remote area with lots of vegetation and a view of the mountains. The hotel was beautiful with lots of open space and manicured gardens, etc. It took a while to pick my poison, but I settled on the "Coffee invigoration massage" which consisted of 90 minutes of pure relaxation and invigoration and anti cellulite super powers (or so the menu said).
I was escorted into a lovely treatment room, got kind of naked and sat in a wooden chair. I had two therapists. One placed my feet in a rosewater soak while the other gave me a head oil massage followed by back, neck, and shoulders. After I was sufficiently incapacitated, they led me to a wood table where I was given the ayurvedic oil rubdown followed by a coffee scrub and mask. I was covered in goo. It was fabulous!
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