My traveling companions and I can now look a pig in the eye, secretly sharing the knowledge of its greatest pleasures. Having spent two weeks at a traditional European health spa, as opposed to a beauty spa, we ere exposed to all manner of piggy pleasures - mainly mud and copious amounts of food.
Let me clarify the difference between a health and beauty spa. I see the latter as a place to relax with the end result of nice nails, glowing skin, well conditioned hair and maybe the loss of a pound or two. The Thermia Spa was a place to relax and hammer out the aches and pains of life through a variety of treatments including massages, laser and ultrasound therapy, therapeutic baths along with some unconventional ones like parafango (paraffin and mud) compresses and carbon insulflation (injections of carbon dioxide directly into your sore parts). The food was deliciously rich. But I save the best for last - the mud pack.
First, a warning, if you plan an visiting a European health spa, leave your modesty at home. The therapeutic baths are communal, but if you read the signs correctly, there are separate facilities for men and women. There's a story there I'll write about later. I arrived in Piestany after 17 hours of travel, just in time for dinner. E and L warned me that I'd frequently be hearing the words "take down your clothing." Later that night E told me she had written in her journal that she was a bit anxious about the possibility of hanging out naked with me or L. Well, wouldn't you you it, my first treatment was in the baths with her.
Back to the mud packs. Ladies, this is the the most comforting experience I've ever had. You know how you wake up in the morning, all stiff and achy, and have to drag yourself out of your nice warm bed, into the cold and wet (I'm a Pac NW'er) cruel world to get dressed and off to work? At the spa you roll out of bed, don your fluffy robe, which spent the night hanging on a warmer, and walk to the Napoleon Complex (the group of buildings, pictured, not a psychological disorder) for your mudpack.
You are given a private dressing room, consisting of a small bed with white sheets and blanket,and a hook for your robe. You lose the robe and wait for the sound of the cart rolling down the tiled hallway. It holds two ten gallon tubs of steamy silky sulpher laden mud. The attendant leads you to the mud pack area with another small bed, this time with brown sheets. She glops the hot mud onto the bed and helps you lie on top of it. They use the rest on your joints - elbows, knees, hands, knees and feet. They wrap you up in sheets and a heavy horsehair blanket, tuck you in with a coil heater, turn down the lights and let your achy body absorb the curative goodness of hot mud. They come by every five minutes or so to wipe your sweaty face - absolute luxury.
After about 15 minutes you take a hot shower followed by a cool one. You are then wrapped in a warm sheet and led back to your dressing room where they roll you up in another blanket so you can "recover" from the experience pretending you are a soft burrito. Once again the lights get turned off and you are told to "schlopp gut," that would be "sleep well." This is a painting from the 1800's of their version of the experience. Can you not see the pleasure written all over her face? If pigs could talk...
Li, thannk you for the precise description of the wonderful mud pack - I miss it even more now! As I miss you and Ellen. And Piestany, of course.
Love, Lene
Posted by: Lene | February 26, 2007 at 03:35 AM
Li,
What a wonderful experience! I bet it was hard to come home to the real world.
Posted by: wendy g | February 26, 2007 at 05:41 AM
OK, I couldn't do that. I don't doubt it was wonderful but all the nekkidness! My prude gene would assert itself. :)
Posted by: Beth | February 26, 2007 at 07:39 AM
NONE of us look like supermodels out of our clothes - not even they do without their air-brushing. Time, age and conditions take their toll on our bodies. They are what they are, clothed, unclothed. It sounds like a wonderful experience.
Posted by: Angie | February 26, 2007 at 08:08 AM
Oink.
I prefer mud to eighteen inches of snow!
Posted by: Ellen | February 26, 2007 at 08:54 AM
It sounds like heaven!
Posted by: Donna | February 26, 2007 at 09:01 AM
I love your blog, and I would love a copy f your herringbone rib scarf.
Thanks
kate
Posted by: Kate | February 26, 2007 at 10:13 AM
ooh..I love the sound of all the treatments..except for the wrapping up like a burrito - I get claustraphobic!
Question, oh master knitter friend - I'm making Not Just Plain Jane Knits Renaissance Shawl and she calls for each row to start and end with K1S. Her description is knit a selvedge stitch. ???
Posted by: nina | February 26, 2007 at 03:38 PM
Wow Li: Does your skin look radiant after all of that European Health Spa Time? It sounds like you are rejuvenated. I am looking forward to Pebble Beach and Munich this year. I get American Spa Time when I go.
Posted by: Rosie | February 26, 2007 at 03:45 PM
I can't imagine being treated to something like this...:) how wonderful. I'm a friend of Barb's (Accidentproneknitter) I'd like a copy of your herringone rib pattern...gonna give it a try...:) Hers turned out so beautiful Have a GREAT Day! Lori
Posted by: Lori Corman | February 27, 2007 at 06:30 AM
Hmmmm, seems I remember a similar incident involving mud but we were kids at the time....and I'm quite sure the mud wasn't warmed and we probably didn't get our shower until we had gotten our spanking.....but sounds like an AWESOME thing to experience.....uh...yours, not mine!! LOL!!
Posted by: Crazy For Yarn In Alabama: Darlene | February 27, 2007 at 10:33 AM
hi, i found your scarf while googling manos patterns ... may i get a copy of the pattern?
thank you
Posted by: denise in c'ville, va | February 27, 2007 at 05:09 PM
It all sounds so wonderful, so soothing and warm.
Posted by: eyeleen | February 27, 2007 at 08:57 PM
i would like to buy the pattern for the herringbone rib scarf .
Posted by: RUBY | February 28, 2007 at 06:06 AM
OH gosh that sounds absolutely heavenly. My body aches all over thinking about it. Hmmm, there's a pig/cow bog on my way home, there's lots of mud, somehow I don't think it'd be the same.
Posted by: Rebekah | February 28, 2007 at 01:01 PM
That sounds wonderful!! You lucky girl!! I'll dream of doing this someday!! I'm glad you were able to enjoy this time and relax.
Posted by: jaci | March 01, 2007 at 08:52 PM
Oh my. My SIL and I are looking for a spa, this might be just the place. If I might ask, what was the name of the spa that you stayed at?
Posted by: Lorette | March 02, 2007 at 09:04 AM
It sounds like it was a wonderful holiday. All that wonderful mud and food!
Posted by: Val | March 04, 2007 at 07:55 PM
The trip sounds wonderful, and so relaxing! Glad to hear you had a wonderful time.
Posted by: Christina | March 14, 2007 at 06:58 PM
wow. i had never heard of hot mud baths before! sounds like it was wonderful though!
Posted by: h | July 24, 2008 at 10:47 AM