I went away to a spa in a 4 star hotel this weekend. In Saint-Malo.
It was the most sensual weekend I've ever had that didn't involve sex. Which is exactly what I needed after my recent ass-kicking.
I got massages and salt water spa treaments and I ate foie gras and lamb and 3 kinds of sorbet and stared out at the sea from my window for hours.
Things I learned this weekend?
I like 4 star hotels.
Spas are nice.
Mango sorbet is more appealing as an idea than as an actual sorbet.