Spa Day

We returned to Delhi Tuesday night and took the day off from sightseeing Wednesday. We hung around the hotel and Ben worked on his presentation. I worked out in the morning, the hotel’s gym is in the spa. It’s the first time I’ve taken clothes to change into at a hotel gym, I had to pass through the lobby and didn’t want to be disrespectful and wear shorts. It was a very nice facility, and I was the only one there. The grounds are beautiful as well. Jaypee must have a tie to car racing, or someone at the hotel likes it, because we saw racing themed art. Like a hedge trimmed to be a formula one car with the pit crew changing it’s tires. It was pretty cool, sorry I didn’t get a photo.

I ordered a spa service called Shiro-Abhyanga for both of us in the afternoon that combined a massage with a warm oil treatment. The massage was glorious, really worked through the tight muscles from all the walking we’ve done. The table was made of wood. When I saw it, I thought this would be an uncomfortable massage laying on a hard surface. Luckily, there was a cushion on top. She did a foot scrub first, like with a pedicure, except she used mud.

The oil treatment was an entirely new experience. They put pour oil on your third eye. It feels like it’s a gallon of oil, it keeps going. It’s tremendously relaxing, I was surprised at how relaxed and refreshed I felt afterwards. Ben didn’t have quite the same experience. The wrap they put over your eyes to protect them wasn’t quite sealed, so oil leaked into his eye. It burned and stung, a quick comical exchange happened as he tells it. First, the guy asks Ben, would you like me to stop? Uh, yes please, my eye is on fire. So he takes Ben to the sink and begins splashing water on his eye with his hands. Ben’s like, sir, this isn’t going to work, and he leans down to use the faucet like an eye wash. No damage, just a little discomfort.

Then came the steam and shower time. They asked if we were ok to be in the sauna together. I relented, thinking, well, I’ve already claimed Ben as my husband. 😊 The masseuse gave me mud concoctions for hair and body to remove the oil. The shampoo didn’t work so well, I’m sure it was user error. Ben said he’d look like an Italian mobster from the movies. My hair was still laden with oil even after using the entire dish. Luckily, I found something simple online that worked. Someone wrote a post to rub shampoo into the dry hair first before stepping under the water. Then lather and rinse as usual. Jackpot.

In the evening, I met some of Ben’s colleagues. We had dinner with Andy and Eileen. Andy’s in the DBA program with Ben.

We ate at the Italian restaurant in the hotel, and the food was delicious.