BF's Charming Miracle Spa

Had to post this now before the afterglow of a truly miraculous experience wears off!

I've been wanting to get a massage for the longest time to untangle my muscles from successive weeks of rowing and running (another story on cheap sports). After another long wait for my husband, Tats, to finish up at work, I was able to emotionally blackmail him into indulging me. We hurriedly took dinner at home, freshened up and be out of the door by 10pm.

Aguirre, BF's main road, is lined with quite a number of affordable spas. We've already tried out 3 but wanted to check out something different. To our surprise, a lot of them were full with at least an hour's wait - guess a lot of people were stressed last night.

Anyway, we moved along to Miracle Spa and asked the Guard/Parking Attendant if they had slots available and they did! We entered and found ourselves in an old house very nicely converted with teakwood furnishings, dividers in natural fibers and Asian drapes. Massage oils in huge bottles displayed at the reception for selection, a water fountain behind cheongsamed receptionist playing world music from an audio component and of course the requisite magazines for waiting patrons.

We don't find dry massages relaxing so we opted for Swedish with Peppermint oil for him and Tea Tree for me at P350/hr. For additional P150, we got the couple's room and were ushered into a lovely area with two beds each with beaded canopies. The details and lighting were very charming.

We wasted no time getting into position in anticipation of relief from accumulated body aches. Face down, I was delightfully surprised by the warm oil-dipped towel rubbed up and down my back. I asked the masseuse to please give special attention to a "black hole" on the upper right side with the heaviest concentration of soreness in my biological universe. This she heeded with firm, fluid strokes that were both pleasurable and painful... I endured them all with deep breaths striving for Zen... and then I heard Tats snore...

I figured she eventually popped out all the "lamigs" in my body when I started to experience nothing but bliss all the way. The rest was a blur until Tats woke me up and it was almost 1am. It was so nice of the staff to let us sleep for over an hour after the massage - perhaps they felt sorry for our bodies being no different from cargo haulers...

We happily went home to get the best 3-hr sleep until it was time to row again. I don't dread the bodily exploitations anymore because I now have a fitting reward to look forward to.