Two Candles. One Flame. PART THREE

The evening arrived and with it came the promise of serene relaxation and decadent pampering at the therapeutic hands of the Sereno Spa staff. My frazzled nerves we’re in desperate need of a calmer atmosphere and my “ship wrecked” body was crying out for some quality massage time. I indulged with a spa pedicure and full body massage. My toes have to be the cutest Engineering toes in the Navy, thanks to the primping and painting they received, and the massage border-lined a spiritual experience. This was no Singapore “are-you-sure-my-back-is-supposed-to-bend-that-way” massage. I was on the receiving end of a complete body harmonizing kneading of the palms. I’m thinking this is going to have to become a ritual for me, as I am finding myself getting used to this sort of extravagance… I finally understand why so many people make spa appointments as regularly as they visit their hair stylists. The only real problem with my Indian Experience, was that it all had to end with a return water taxi trip to my waiting place of employment. My tiny rack just doesn’t seem as inviting as it once did. And no amount of bounce sheet sniffing can relax me as much as that luxurious spa massage did. The silver lining though, lies just over those next few waves. As each Thursday Steak Night comes and passes, we near our next port; with all its own hidden secrets and adventures ready for the finding. Okay, so it looks like I didn’t manage to really break this telling into very even parts, but I can’t think of anything else to add.