So I've told my sister and a few friends about my Italian experience and thought I should share it with you here.
I decided to treat myself to a massage at the hotel's Beauty Farm. That's what they called it. I think it got lost in the translation. I showed up, changed and went to the Turkish steam room. I am not sure why I needed a steam especially since I was just sweating outside but my masseur was running late. Anyhow, it felt good especially after the bronchitis. I was given a paper thong underwear to put on, which was a bit strange.
I was done and went into the massage room. It was a typical massage table, although it had a superior head rest, and I was told to lie down with my head up and cover myself with the blue towel. When the woman left, I checked out the table as it was different. There were a few fluffy blue towels covering the table and a folded one on top. I slipped out of my robe, laid down and covered myself with another big, blue towel. There were no sheets.
The masseuse came in and I told him I wanted medium pressure; I didn't want to be sore on the plane. He started on my legs and it felt good. The tension was leaving my body. Next were my arms. I was liking it. And then, all of a sudden, the towel was flung off and I jumped up in surprise. My stomach was then massaged and I just decided that I am in Italy and when in Rome ... so it was strange to have these paper thongs on and be totally bare. A new adventure to say the least.
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