Day Eight - Thursday October 2nd Part Two
After the life-boat drill, we hurried back, to our cabin, ditched the life jackets and were off to the Vista Spa! Once there we were quickly checked in and shown to the private massage cabin. Very nice. It had two massage tables, a sink and cabinets, a couple stools, and it's own private open-air cabana with a hot tub, outdoor shower, chair and a chaise lounge for two (wrought iron with a full size futon mattress and a canopy-very nice).
The two very nice young ladies who would be doing our treatment introduced themselves and then left us to change into our bathing suits and put on our robes. When they returned, they led us out onto the veranda, where they had each of us sit down and put our feet into a large copper bowl with glass pebbles and flowers in the bottom. The poured warm water over our feet, and then after we'd soaked for a few minutes ,they applied a salt scrub and massaged our feet.
It felt SO good! While they were doing that, they told us that we had beautiful skin, and that in the Phillipines, where they were from, girls tried very hard to get their skin as pale as ours.
We took it as a compliment while making mental notes to try and get some sun at
Castaway Cay.
After our feet were rinsed and dried, they told us about the different aroma-therapy aspects of the crystals they were putting into the hot tub. They poured us glasses of ice water with orange slices and we got in. Then they left the veranda, pulled the shade and we were on our own. This would be when the relaxing REALLY began. As we were sitting in the hot tub, we heard the horn blast "When You Wish Upon a Star" right above us. We sat in the hot tub, sipping ice water as the Wonder set sail. We could hear the sail-away party in the distance, but really enjoyed sharing this moment with just each other. Watching the port slip away while sitting in the warm bubbles. Very nice.
After we'd been in the hot tub for a half-hour, we got out, showered, and were ushered into the cabin for our full body massage and facial.
Okay, let me just say, I've never had more than a 10 minute chair massage before. This was awesome! Very relaxing. I was surprised at how soothing the facial part of it was. Just as we got to the point where we were warm all over and tension was at a minimum, they rang a little chime. *sigh* It was time to get up, go back onto the veranda, sit on the chaise lounge together and be served tea and fruit. I could get seriously used to this.
Sadly, this is where the seasickness reared it's ugly head. I was warm, and watching the sea go by while looking at the railing appear to stay still, quickly had me queasy. I attacked the fruit plate when they brought it hoping that it would help. Ditto with the tea. It seemed to help a little bit, but it seemed like such a waste to be out on the private veranda like that and having to keep my eyes closed instead of enjoying the view.
We went back inside, and before they presented the bill, they ran through all the products they had used in the standard sales pitch. Halfway through, I had to sit down, as standing up was killing me. After the technicians left us to get dressed I ransacked by back pack and found a couple Bonine tablets and started to chew them, hoping they'd help. Then got dressed, and signed my half of the bill. Yeah. We spent a lot of money on the spa treatment, but as I mentioned, it was our one "big splurge" for our honeymoon, and we both really enjoyed it. I just wish I'd thought to take some precautions against the motion sickness before we started.
At this point, it was 7pm, and we had an hour until dinner. We headed down to our room. I showered and dressed for dinner. While Scott was showering, I ran down to the store and picked up a set of the pressure point wrist bands that are supposed to help seasikness. The clerk at the store showed me how to wear them and suggested ginger ale to help. I met Scott back in our room and we headed to Parrot Cay. It's a nice looking dining room, and they showed us to a large table for 14 guests (did they not get the memo that we were on our honeymoon?
). I really didn't want to deal with meeting new people at that point, and was kind of thankful when the other people at our table sat at the other end and in the middle, leaving a couple seats as a buffer. Honestly, at that point, I was so focused on not being sick, I don't remember much else. The fact that Parrot Cay is right over the engine room REALLY wasn't helping. I ordered a ginger ale (and the serving staff on the boat is so good, that there was a ginger ale waiting for me every time I sat down from there on.
) There were some things I REALLY wanted to try on the menu, but knew that my stomach needed bland stuff. I ended up ordering a crab meat appetizer that, while being very tasty, was too rich and the roasted chicken breast, steamed vegetables and white rice off of the diet menu. I managed to do very well and finish most of dinner. At some point, the photographer came around to take our picture. I grudgingly agreed to let myself be photographed, but was convinced that I must look like hell. Judge for yourself, here's the picture:
Not bad for feeling like I wanted to die.
I begged off of dessert, told Scott that he should enjoy his dessert and I'd meet him back in our room. I have to say, getting away from Parrot Cay (low deck, aft, right over the engine room) helped. I was feeling a bit better by the time I got back to our room (deck 7, forward) and lying down was a really good thing. I lay there reading a book for a while, then Scott came back, was concerned and worried and took care of me. (He is SO awesome!) We watched a little television, and then crashed, looking forward to the next day at Nassau.
Which we'll talk about the next time around . . .
Old in my book is greater than 75. Bill was 70 and his DP (also Bill) was 82!!!!!!! So they have been together for most of their lives, which is amazing, cause they were together when it was REALLY not ok for 2 men to be together.
Spoilsport. 
So we unpacked a little and relaxed a bit before heading down to Deck 4 and Diversions for the DVC Owner's mixer. The Mixer was fun, and there were cookies and we got nifty red DVC "Owner" hats.
