Anyways, I got to take a Turkish bath this time in Kusadasi. I didn't have a suit when we found the spa, so my bath consisted of a middle aged chubby man, wearing nothing but a towel, scrubbing me down on a marble slab in my sports bra and underwear. I don't think that really needs more description. But I will say the scrubbing didn't peel off a layer of skin like the rumors said, and there were lots of bubbles. The guy put a cloth in soapy water and after he blew in it, he pushed the air out and heaps of bubbles covered my body. I giggled so much he gave me a concerned look and stopped to make sure I was alright. When you get past the details of what is actually happening, the bath is relaxing and I recommend it. Just remember to bring a suit.
p.s. there are cats everywhere in the Mediterranean. At first I thought it was just Morocco...and Turkey...and Greece……but no, seriously everywhere. You can't go anywhere without gorgeous cute kitten eyes staring up at you. I like to tell the cats as I walk by, "I would LOVE to take you home, but you might have rabies". My friends think I'm weird, and not just for talking to stray cats.
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