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Monday, March 10, 2008
Luxury Problems
Whenever I get together with my friend "L" who is living in Beijing, and we find ourselves having an indulgently good time, whether it's over food, drinks, a spa, or just the atmosphere of a place, we always claim to have a "luxury problem". We've experienced severe LP crises everywhere from Baltimore, to Belgium, to Beijing, London, and the Caribbean together.

I'm having a severe case of "luxury problems" this week.

When we arrived at the resort yesterday around 5:30 PM, we checked in, the porter took our bags up to the room, and when he opened the door - my friend and I both about died.

Photo is from my cell phone, so it's not great, but you get the idea.

The ceiling must be at least 12-14 feet high in the center of the room. You could play basketball in here! Those French doors open out onto a terrace. The bathroom is all marble, and is bigger than my kitchen. There is a deep whirlpool tub with its own little step stool to climb into it (in which I took a bubble bath with a glass of wine last night), and a huge marble steam shower big enough for a party. There's even a full bar set up, and a separate coffee bar.

Today was rough work: Up at 8:30 for tea and juice and to read the paper and surf the net.

10:00 AM - Off for a swim in the huge pool (which for some reason, I had all to myself - laps galore!).
10:40 AM - A stop in the whirlpool / sauna before getting dressed for class.
At 11:00, a stretching yoga class with an incredibly skinny, hard bodied instructor whose balance and flexibility made me cringe.
12:00 PM - lunch in the spa restaurant.
1:30 - 3:00 PM - a "Body Bliss" treatment which consisted of a massage, and an exfoliating scrub. You shower that off, and return for a papaya clay body masque, at which point you are wrapped in plastic and warm towels with a heating pad around your body for about 25 minutes while they massage your face and scalp. Another shower, and then an application of lotion all over.

I feel like I've had a skin transplant.

The last massage I had was in China. "L" took me to a very nice spa near her apartment in Beijing, and for 3 HOURS, we had a side by side Thai massage from two little Thai women. I was bent, stretched and pummeled in every possible position. Things were popping and cracking. And unlike spas in America where there is a discrete towel strategically located over your sensitive bits - not so in China. It's a full body massage. They give you a pair of ridiculous little rice paper panties to wear, but they're kind of useless from a privacy point of view (literally).

We took ourselves down the street and sat outside at a really wonderful Persian restaurant and continued our luxury problems over some really great seafood and wine.

We'll do the same here this evening.
posted by Broadsheet @ 4:47 PM  
1 Editorial Opinions:
  • At March 11, 2008, Blogger Jamaila said…

    When your bathtub requires a stepstool, you don't just have a luxury problem, you have a luxury CRISIS.

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