Today I became a Roman goddess. I stood on the edge of
ancient Rome, I shed my robe, and the masses clapped and cheered before my
naked body. Bowing at my desperately-needing-a-manicure feet and dipping me
into therapeutic, healing waters and saunas and steam rooms, with precise order
of warm, and warmer, and hot enough to stripe my skin, and dip, and dunk, and
warm, and freeze. My muscles, as stiff as any good marbled Roman goddess would
be, melted under the hours of quiet and water therapy.
Today, I went to
Friedrichsbad, the traditional Roman
bath house in Baden-Baden Germany, naked as the day I was born. In front of
other people. Yes. I did. And the best part? Child care for ten euros, total. Two children. Three hours. Ten euros. Would I
do it again? Yes, I would. No skivvies? No problem. Vielen dank!!!
Disclaimer: Okay, maybe no one ACTUALLY clapped and cheered
before my naked body or bowed at my feet. But they should have. I was naked,
for goodness sakes!! I think that justifies at least one round of the
Hallelujah chorus. Right? Right????
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