"Thoreau can keep Walden Pond," I thought smugly to myself. "I've got my Turkish baths."
There I was, pretty much naked, drinking cold hibiscus tea, in a hot steamy room full of other naked women. And it was awesome.
While being subjected to the vicious scrubbing, warm soapy water, and a "massage" that I constantly had to remind myself to relax for due to its body busting properties, I was able to lounge in a space in which to find solidarity with my fellow estrogen toting companions. Indeed, Sarah, Kryss, and I blew off the realities of other obligations to relax, exchange life stories, and bond that day... I mean how could we not? Being naked really helps you get over any potential awkwardness.
Four hours later, we emerged, as polished as humanly possible, rubbing rolls of dead skin off our bodies, and rinsing off for the final time in the showers.
I may not have created any philosophical pieces about utopian societies that afternoon, but the peace and relaxation with which I moved throughout the rest of my day could absolutely end wars and losen the knots from people's shoulders, tongue, and pride. If people recieved good massages and relaxation time in the baths every week, citizens would be too content to raise a finger against one another in conflict.
I may have just discovered the elixir for world peace.
Keep dreaming Thoreau.
