Spa Day. A Day At The Spa. Don't you love the way that sounds? A few months ago I house, dog, cat and sheep sat (try to say that fast) for my daughter Rochelle and her family. As a thank you, she gifted me with a day at the spa. In that post, Can a Day at the Spa Remove the Smell of Sheep? I shared this out-of-the-ordinary spa. It is the Grotto Spa at Tigh-Na-Mara, 25,000 square feet of insane bliss.
Here I am again -- but this time GOATS have been added to the list. Rochelle does not treat these animals as livestock -- to her, they are family! They have names and she is teaching them tricks. I don't know if that is what she expects me to do when she is gone -- but I feed 'em and scoop up the poop. End of story. Yet, she scheduled a day at the spa for me. A little bit of heaven.
Walking in, you feel like royalty and any memories of your real world start to fade. The way the floor plan is laid out you see very few other guests. There are twenty-five treatment rooms for massage alone! The mineral pool is a place where you can literally drown your sorrows.
