A while ago my sister decided we needed to spend some time together and told me she had planed something. She never told me what we were going to do. Actually, she gave me no details at all, that sneaky sister of mine!
I’m a very curious person and I like being in control. Not knowing where we were going was killing me. But it was still fun to come up with crazy guesses of our secret adventure.
My first thought was that we were going to a spa where we would relax and maybe get a nice massage and have a relaxing good time. Instead, a few days before departure she tells me I need to bring my training clothes. My fluffy, pink dreams of relaxing massages and hot jacuzzis disappeared with a puff.
My new theories on what we were going to do ranged from horse back riding, cave hunting to sailing and fishing.
When the day of our adventure arrived we started our car ride by going south, I still had no idea where we were going. My sneaky sister told me one of my guesses had been right but by then I had guessed so many different things it didn’t give me anything at all.
After about an hour we parked outside a spa and I clapped my hands in excitement. The training clothes had only been a distraction and all I needed was a bathing suit. Thank heaven, all the angels and the almighty!
We had a luxurious shrimp sandwich before a 50 minutes long scrub and massage awaited.
The oh-so-wonderful scrub and massage almost made me fall asleep to the relaxing background music. Afterwards we explored the spa, we enjoyed the jacuzzi before going outside to the hot springs where we soaked in the sun and the fresh air.
When our skin more resembled raisins we decided to take advantage of the fantastic view the spa offered. We watched the ocean and the activities going on right below us, it was everything from yoga to water gokart- very entertaining. All the while we sat and philosophize about the future and other things.
It was a perfectly spent afternoon. School had just finished and we both needed to just sit back, do nothing and breath.
But it was also a last hurrah before my dearest sister moves to norther latitudes. As of today she is no longer a southern girl anymore, maybe by heart (and definitely by accent) but not by address. And I bet she will do great wherever she ends up and whatever she does.