We spent this past weekend at one of those frou-frou “wellness” resort/spa places in a neighboring village and man, I still feel like a million bucks today!

5 Things You Should Know About This Photo:

1) This was a completely last-minute unplanned trip! A friend of The Husband from his time at University asked us to meet up with him and his family for a weekend retreat in a village near ours.  They had planned a weekend getaway at a “wellness” spa and thought that would be a great place for our families to get together and catch up!

2) You may be sitting there asking yourself “But, Jaime, where can I get a pair of those awesome paper sandals you have on?!” Welp, this weekend was, like I said, a very last-minute trip and we did not pack a single bit of summer wear or flipflops with us when we left America! LOL We were lucky that my SIL had swimwear for us to borrow, but none of us had any sandals to wear. The hotel did have cheapy dollar store type flip flops for sale but they were $8! My frugal self was not having any of that, hence the awesome disposable foot wrappers.

3) You will have to please excuse my pathetic pedicure, as again, it is NOVEMBER and who has a decent pedi going on in boot season?! LOL As it was, I was already feeling like the goof that quickly shaved her legs and then took a dip in the warm salt baths! Real tears, y’all. Those were real tears.

4) I am NOT AT ALL the “spa” type. Nope, not even close. Swimming and relaxing on a lounge chair? Yes. Frou-Frou treatments and “wellness” whatever-mah-jigs? No thanks. But when it came time to leave the pools (after swimming, relaxing, soaking, enjoying the water jet massages, sipping fresh squeezed juice, hitting the sauna, etc. for nearly 5 hours straight) guess who did not want to leave?!? Good heavens I could go for a ‘wellness’ whatever-mah-jig every weekend! 

5) I took The Boy into one of the large pool/jacuzzi thingy’s and insisted he not splash me least he get my hair or glasses wet with dirty “public pool” water, but after about 30 minutes of that foolishness, I could see it was a losing battle. I let down my OCD (found somewhere safe to tuck away my glasses) and joined in the fun! I had the most amazing time splashing and giggling and screaming with my kid and our friends’ four kids when another lady started fussing and yelling at my son to stop splashing the adults. I tried to tell her in Hungarian that him splashing me was OK (we were in the family area for Pete’s sake!) and she said she didn’t understand me (in perfect English). So, in a kind of Eddie Murphy do-you-understand-the-words-that-are-coming-out-of-my-mouth way, I said, “Oh, you speak English, huh? IT’S OKAY! I AM HIS MOTHER. HE CAN SPLASH ME ALL HE WANTS!” ♥