Life’s a Beach!

I’m almost two weeks into my vacation in blissful Santa Barbara which seems a planet away from the Siberian-esque winter we have been weathering in New England. Each day, as I walk along the ocean, I witness people running, walking, biking, surfing and paddleboarding as opposed to shivering, shoveling and sliding their way through the icy tundra. AH! That’s me breathing a sigh of relief.

Yesterday,  my husband, having been invited to play golf, surprised me with a welcome suggestion: Why didn’t I spend the day at a luxury Spa just up the road from the golf course? Really?? Twist my arm! A little online research revealed a special Spa Day for locals, which I qualified for by virtue of my 2 week rental. The deal was a 50 minute massage, a glass of bubbly and full usage of the facilities for $125. Sign me up!image

So it was that he drove up a winding tree lined drive and through a massive stone archway and deposited me in the front of the hacienda style edifice that is Bacara, a stunning resort and spa surrounded by lush, tropical foliage. Pristine white stucco with a classic red tile roof, the unimposing facade led into a magnificent two story lobby dominated by a massive chandelier. I was directed down a curving staircase and out to a path that led past the flowering shrub surrounded pool and into the cool confines of the Spa.image

First, I was ushered into the elegant ladies’ locker room and issued a robe and slippers for my treatment. But since I had a couple hours to kill, I slipped into exercise clothes and went downstairs to the extensive fitness area. One large room held spin bikes and Pilates apparatus, another every form of cardio machine and a third, free weights and weight machines. After clocking a half hour on the treadmill and hoisting some light weights for my upper body, I retraced my steps to the front motor court. There I grabbed a chicken wrap and exotic iced tea at Blend, a little panini, smoothie and salad venue where I lunched at a shady bistro table. Next to Blend was a wine bar and tasting room. Made a mental note: drag husband here after golf and “exhausting” spa day for a glass of vino.

Back at the Spa, I checked out the inventory at the boutique which was well stocked with goods from Osea, Fresh and Babor with lots of testers for the irrepressibly curious like me. Then I changed to my robe and went upstairs to the Serenity room, where like-robed ladies waited in front of the fire on comfy chairs and couches for their treatments. I had requested a female masseuse but I was claimed by Matthew who was most definitely male; also cute! young! and hot! But all discomfort melted away in the candlelit room where I was kneaded into submission accompanied by the sound of waves crashing on shore.

When my time was, sadly, up I dragged myself off the table and into my robe and upon leaving the room, found Matthew waiting with a hefty glass of champagne. I think I could get used to this pampering thing!

Since there were many options open to me, I had also booked a waxing session and a young woman named Kathleen whisked some fuzz off my face. “Am I hurting you?” she asked, concerned. “Hardly,” I cracked. “Once you’ve had a Brazilian, everything else is child’s play.”

imageOnce done, I finished my champagne and had a shower and shampoo. Refreshed and blow dried, I sauntered out on the grounds and read my book with a private ocean view. “Life is tough, isn’t it?” my husband texted me. “Yeah, it is.” I wrote back. “But somebody’s gotta do it, and today it’s me!”

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One Response to Life’s a Beach!

  1. Katherine says:

    We recently spent our tenth anniversary at Bacara and found it to be heaven sent! The staff was incredible snd service was impeccable. Each evening we were greeted with yet another complimentary glass of champagne… Hopefully we will return soon!

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