Ahhhh, Raindrop Therapy, The Manliest of all Massages
Got back yesterday afternoon from the The Common Man Inn and Spa, where Kristen, David and I had gone to work on a piece for the magazine (which will appear in the June issue). What a fun place! It has a sort of theme park experience without losing a sense of authenticity -- the inn is built inside the hull of an old wood mill. We had a gas operated fireplace in the room, which David loved. There was one of those pools that lets you swim from inside to outside, even as the snow is falling. (Which David also loved!) There was a great restaurant, and of course, the spa! Kristen had a facial and I had the raindrop massage. I'd originally picked a massage with "stones" in the title, thinking it sounded a bit more macho, but that one wasn't available when Kristen was booking us, so she picked raindrops. It was amazing. Soft music plays while a raindrop pattering of essential oils (oregano, basic, thyme, birch, and a bunch more) is applied along the spine, then feathered out across the back. A dry towel is then laid across your back, and a very hot wet towel applied to the spine, then another dry towel. You are left to sizzle in an amazing heat when your legs and feet are massaged, then your back is massaged. Then the masseuse flips you and does the front, including head and face, arms and hands. You can hardly walk afterward, but you feel amazing. And you smell pretty good too!
How I suffer for the magazine.