A Day at the Spa
A Lesson on Modesty and Different Cultures
July 10, 2007: I have always wanted to go to a European spa. Thoughts of Victorian ladies and men, wrapped in mud wraps, cucumbers slices on their eyes, lying beneath breezy white verandas came to mind; pure luxury that only the rich and famous could afford. Not that I have to be rich, but on my list of things to do in life, going to the spa in Europe was somewhere in the middle.
My opportunity came last week when my husband asked me if I would like to accompany him on a business trip to Stutgart, Germany. He was being put up in a world class hotel with a spa and I would have one free entry into the spa, each of the two days we were there. “Sure!” I said.
That had been four days ago, and now as I took the elevator down to the first floor I wondered what it would be like. I wondered too if I was dressed right because I had seen in the lobby display shelves plush white robes and slippers that I knew could......
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