Our marriage from five years ago wasn’t loud. And true to this, our yearly celebrations up to now are still quiet. We do not give each other expensive gifts but we (or maybe just I) always demand time.
By default, we usually go out and eat. But I got sold with the 95% discount at Metrodeal and ended up making a reservation at the advertised spa.
We visited the spa at 10:00 in the evening and naturally, it was dark. The lack of light was beautiful. Only a few lights were left lit to give enough vision to see where we’re going. We didn’t see another person in the hallway except for the guard. But it was not scary at all; rather, it felt peaceful.
Zenyu Eco, the spa, was housed in a hotel inside an ocean park. It was not my first visit to the park but that was the first time we went there that late. Knowing how it looked in the morning, the place felt new altogether. The darkness and the absence of crowd gave it a different allure.
We drowned our bodies in this cold tub with a school of garra rufa (doctor fish). They are wary the first few minutes, but keep your body still and they’ll swarm each of your limbs. I imagined they were piranhas but it didn’t work. They made me feel too ticklish.
Disposable undies neatly placed in a basket. For hygiene reasons, shower first and wear one of these before soaking yourself with the fishes. Please.
Hot bed after the 60-minute massage. The masseuse will massage your bum, which I didn’t mind.
That night, this was my definition of happiness:
My back against the hot bed, arms sprawled, eyes closed, and knowing that once I open my eyes, nothing will change. That I am not dreaming.
I almost fell asleep in the hot bed. It was that comforting.
My husband says he’s glad we visited late and I agree with him. 10 o’clock in the evening was the perfect time to elude a lot of strangers. And gloriously flirt.
“For the two of us, home isn’t a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.” ― Stephanie Perkins