It’s my last night here. I’m trying to stay awake. So – just a warning – this post is mildly crazy and scattered. Right now it’s 8:41 pm at home but 2:41 am in Denmark. My logic is that staying awake will force me to sleep on the plane and avoid jet lag. Trying to beat time again. Don’t think I’ll win.
Just got back from my last Danish bar. Some are dark – classic pubs – some are straight out of a Humphrey Bogart movie, fresh from the 1940’s with soda fountains and tile floors. Others wake you up with their energy – not the walls, but the people. Enthusiasm for life, by the way, is contagious.
I spent my last afternoon doing something I’ve never done before… I checked myself into a Spa. A young, blond Danish man gave me a robe after I gave him about $58.00. A small price to pay, but where was I going?
“Up the stairs. Scan your ticket and then ask the reception.” He is politely hurrying me along now. There’s a line of families behind me on their way into this facility’s massive swimming pool. At the top of the stairs I find a spa attendant who speaks some English. She tries to explain.
“The rooms. You go into rooms. You have – ahhh, how do you say? – massage, hot towels. Start here.”
She takes me into a locker room, gives him a quick lay out and then leaves. I can’t believe I’m doing this. Where am I? I hear voices echoing down the halls. Two naked women are showering around the corner. I’m incredibly shy and hide underneath my robe as I put on my bathing suit. Absolutely and completely mystified by this foreign land of the relaxed, I try to pretend like I know what I’m doing.
First I had to figure the place out. There were so many rooms. So many different ways to relax. I peak my head into each one and then carefully read the signs on the doors. Start bath. Place oil in bath. Time: 25 minutes. Clean bath when finished. Relaxation 101. I try this one first – the aromatherapy bath.
After splashing the oil in the water the lavender seeps into my nose, my throat, my skin… and everything around me completely disappears. Nice. Very nice.
I spent the next two hours completely immersing myself in the place. Steam. Cold water. More steam. More cold. Treatment.
Tonight Benjamin is with his father. One more night. At this time tomorrow we’ll be curled up in his room reading books, I’ll be smelling his hair, kissing his cheeks and feeling his soft little hands in mine.
This week, he’s spent a majority of his time at Grandma’s and today she sent me this e-mail…
Remember that you are jet lagged (it always happens a few days later)….
Little Benjamin is now addicted to Dumbo!! I still have the old VHS and he has watched it about four times!! He is sooooo cute! I now know for certain about his moods; when he arrives here, after he’s been at his father’s, he is in a far different mood than he does when you bring him.
Last night before he went to sleep, he said “Where is my Mommy?”
He is missing you.
She tells me this so I know. So I know that I’m missed and so I know it’s time to come home. And while Benjamin’s been spending his days out at Grandma’s with endless room to run, play, get dirty, sleep and splurge on movies about flying elephants – I’ve been here having some magic of my own.
No romantic magic – but magic nonetheless…
I’m starting at the beginning. My plan is to give you a little picture tour… this is just a tease.