A Day at the Spa

Our company offered a “winter trip” for all the employees one day in mid-February.  The trip was on a Friday, and your options are go to a thermal spa for the day, go skiing for the day, or go to work for the day.  We chose the spa obviously, with Ben, the pregnancy, and Tim’s old ACL injury, skiing was not really an option.  The people who went on the trip were pretty evenly split to the two destinations, but the crazy thing was that half of the employees chose to go to work and pass up the free field trip!

 A bus was offered for the hour and a half drive, but it left at 6am, so we decided to drive ourselves.  This was also our escape route if Ben was less than a perfect gentleman at dinner.  So, we arrived at the spa late that morning.  The main spa area, once you went through the locker room, was a big room with floor to ceiling windows and views of the mountains.  There were three pools inside, warm-ish, warm, and warmest.  They were like giant hot tubs, with jets and fountains.  Scattered throughout the area, were little sauna rooms with varying temperatures and humidity levels, showers for a quick rinse, and a mini shaved-ice shower.  The areas in front of the sunny windows were lined with lounge chairs.  There was also a pool outside that was really hot.

 We spent most of our day in the warm pool.  Ben was having a blast.  He was kicking and splashing, putting his face in, and playing with the jets and the waterfall.  Tim went to the outdoor pool and a couple different saunas for a bit, and took Ben in the warmest indoor pool (too warm for me and baby, but it didn’t bother Ben).  We could have purchased a massage or treatment, but Ben was having too good a time in the pool, and we were hanging out with our coworkers.  We also had lunch there, and Ben even got a little nap on one of the sun chairs.

Afterwards, all of the relaxed spa people met with all the rowdy skiers for dinner.  Dinner was fun, with little heated granite slabs on the tables to cook your food.  Ben did great, even being up late.  Some of our Italian friends were asking him his animal sounds in Italian, and he understood and responded perfectly.