Austin, Skye, and I decided that we wanted to go to a Turkish bath. Austin wimped out at the last minute, and Skye and I were late, but the owner said we could come in anyway. The place was really nice: lots of fancy furniture, a fountain, and nice stone walls. After getting changed (and by changed I mean we were clad in only sheets) we went into the steam room for a bit. The outside of the room reminded me a lot of a brick pizza oven, and the metaphor continued to gain relevance as it got more and more hot in there. Sheesh! We went out one at a time with the owner. First he scrubbed me with a sponge that's texture can be easily compared to steel wool. It hurt bad, but felt good later. I haven't felt that clean in 3 months... talk about extreme exfoliation! After another round in the steam room he soaped me up and gave me a mediocre massage. It felt OK, but mostly served to remind my muscles that massages do exist and are out there to be had; I want a real massage SO BAD! Maybe I'll trade with a pretty girl when I'm stateside. ;) After getting rinsed off I was dressed in three different towels, one of which was tied around my head, before being led into the lounge where we sat and talked to the owner for a bit before changing and leaving.
So although it was a bit rushed, this year's experience was much better than last year (albeit not as memorable), and felt especially good after 3 months of mediocre showers.
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