GREECE HOLIDAY! SPA HOUR CRINGE

Hello all!

I went to Crete in Greece.

For a week.

Thought i’d just dive right in there with that one haha.  The picture was from my balcony. 😀 Just, awesome.

It was my first ever abroad holiday! I had a lot of firsts this past week while on holiday too. Let’s see…. I had my first spa experience. Which was a little bit cringy to start with… I had my first flight experience, my belly flipped on the way there, so bad… so bad. My first water park experience that was cool! And my first ever 40 degrees experience – I’ve discovered the heat makes me more tired.

Anyway, I wanted to just have a quick update about what I’ve been up to and this post will be about my spa experience.

It all began by the pool with my friends on holiday, a kind lady came up and asked about whether we would like to try a sample of her products from her spa menu. We ageed and decided it would be fun. We sat there for a good half hour trying these products. She was very nice and her English was spot on. We all could communicate well with her, which helps haha. We agreed we would go for a treatment and she gave us a really good deal for 2 treatments each. We booked in when we wanted to go, we all decided on a facial and a body scrub. Me being me, was awkward, and chose a different facial to everyone else so I had to have a specific time, so that they could prepare for me. Typical me. 

Day of the Spa treatment

You are probably thinking, oh this is boring, it’s just normal and not cringy at all.

Bear with me.

The day of the treatment I had been talking to my friends about it and they were concerned about undressing. I had reassured them that when I asked the spa manager she told me it was okay to keep our bathing suits on, so our bikinis would be fine. With this knowledge I was at ease going in. As I’m not the type to just whip of my clothes in front of strangers – ahem –

So, me and a friend went in together but we were in seperate rooms (they only had 2 rooms available at one time). I waddled into one, she the other, and it was fine. Until it wasn’t.

The masseuse, lady, person… you can tell this was my first spa treatment already. Is it okay for me to call her a masseuse… that’s what she is right? Right!? *inward panic*

Er, anyway, she handed me a one use thong, thingy, and if you can, imagine me standing there staring at her blankly, holding this thin piece of cloth between my thumb and index finger. Thinking “what the…?!”

Let me also point out, her English was not as good as the managers.

*Picture this* You’ve got me looking at her and her looking at me. And then, she just walks out the room for me to get changed. I stand there just staring at the cloth and look around the room thinking, do I just do it? Shall I wear it and just be uncomfortable for the treatments? Or am i meant to put this on over my bikini bottoms? Wait! Wait, that’s just silly, don’t do that…. and so on and so on. Until she comes back and literally says –

“No, no get changed.” and points to the meterial in my hands.

I respond with, “Sorry but the lady said I could wear this?” And I point to my bikini top and bottoms.

She replies with “Yes, but this!” and points to the cloth item again, and leaves the room.

By this point, I am utterly confused. What on Earth does she want me to do? I’ve just told her I was allowed to wear my bikini and she just agreed but still wants me to put this on?!

Oh….kay….

I can feel myself getting a bit uncomfortable by this point as I slowly bend down to put the material over my bikini bottoms.

This isn’t… right.

I frown about to take the thong piece off, when the masseuse suddenly comes in again.

“Ah, ummm, is this… is this right?” I point, nervously feeling very silly at this point.

“No!” She exclaims, “need this off, this on” various pointing motions and she is about to leave again.

I hurriedly take the thong off leaving my bikini bottoms still in place.

“But I was meant to keep this on, I was told I was allowed to.” I feel my face flush.

“Okay you can, come on” She says, almost sighing.

I don’t know if it was me, but her tone felt like one of annoyance. I was embarrased and nervous. So I just told her “If you need to, you can take the back off, when i’m lying down” I point to my back straps.

“Okay” She replies, “Lie – down” I follow her instructions.

I felt really awkward during the body scrub. It was hard for me to relax. I felt I had offended her, which is probably really british of me. But I couldn’t help it. I would’ve thought the manager would have let her assistants know…. As I lay down she took the straps off a bit forcefully, and I couldn’t help but make a face. Luckily my head was facing down through the hole so she couldn’t see me.

I laid there for a good 30 – 40 minutes unable to move, being increasingly uncomfortable whilst also trying to relax. Ugh. Going over all the questions and what just happened in my head. One question I had was “Should I make conversation?!” Now I don’t know about you, but if you’ve not been in this situation before it’s kinda hard to work out what would be socially acceptable… I decided to use the logic of, ‘I think it’s like the hairdressers but a bit more strict – don’t try to make conversation unless they do.’ I went with that and it seemed okay.

Turns out I was just over thinking again! Staying quiet is good. Noted.

After the body scrub, she said she was done and I got up a bit too quickly as I emerged from my thoughts and anxiety and said “alright?!” But what actually came out was “orrrightt?!” … I went momentarily very ‘Somerset’  (umm think farmer voice if you aren’t sure what I mean). I cursed inwardly at being abrupt with my response, however this seemed to have broken some tension as she giggled and said I can go for my shower now.

Phew.

She told me not to get my bikini wet and to put it up on the side, I told her I could do that bit at least. And she laughed. I don’t mind if she was laughing at me, I was just relieved to break the tension properly.

After I got out of the shower it was time for the face mask treatment. It was a lot nicer, and I felt a lot more relaxed and a bit sleepy by the time she finished.

The treatments on the whole were lovely, and I’m sure i’m not the first to make a silly mistake like that. Regarding the fact it was my first spa treatment and language barriers can make things a bit tougher.

I think i’d have a face treatment again, but i’d probably pass on the body scrub. Even if it did make me all soft and smoove… I don’t think I could go through that again, ha!

Later that day….

I heard that my friends went through very similar, quite awkward, experiences too. Some chose to go along with it, others felt really awkward and tried to negotiate items of clothing that could stay on. I was the only one to say “no” completely. Ooops. Oh well! At least it wasn’t just me with the awkward experience! I can always count on my friends to be just as awkward lol! ❤

 

Until the next time ~  

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ghost Hunting!

Hello,

You may or may not already be aware, but I love the supernatural. Everything about it. If you do not, please go on to read something else. ‘Cause this would just be a waste of your time. Kay? Kay.

I’m a weird combination of a skeptic and believer. I like to think there is more to life than what we can see, but I need hard evidence to back it up.  Which leads us to the topic of this post – Ghost hunting.

I had the opportunity to go on a Ghost Hunt with my sister, her partner and his friend. We went to Buckfastleigh and there may be a video going up on youtube some time soon once everything has been checked.

If you don’t know, Buckfastleigh is a village in Devon. The story surrounding the Holy Trinity Church is about the spirit of Squire Richard Cabell who lived during the 1600’s who apparently sold his soul to the devil. The hounds are said to roam the moors searching for their master and on stormy nights you can hear them howling. It is also where we get the famous Sherlock Holmes story – The Hound of the Baskervilles. It was said to be based on this story.

Now, theres a lot more to this story and most of it seems a little far-fetched to me. However it’s a good story to start an investigation around.

Once we arrived it was already dark and setting up took a bit of time. When got set up I started taking some photo’s as I was feeling a bit strange. I took some pictures of what appeared to be “orbs”. As it didn’t seem likely to be a bug or dust we decided to get down to business and start the investigation properly.

My sister and I stuck together in one group. Her partner and his friend were in another. Our first task was to go to Squire Cabell’s tomb. On our way to the tomb we noticed the wind pick up and a couple of dogs barking. We were in the middle of nowhere really, but I decided to debunk the noise as neighbourhood dogs. The timing was impecable but the reality, I feel, wasn’t that convincing to be hell hounds.

Anyway we stayed at the tomb for a while and I asked my sister to roll the camera. We took a few pictures and a few videos. One in particular was when we went to the back to take a video and I knocked on the door 7 times. The first time we did this it freaked us out momentarily because my sisters partner came through on our radio and just made us jump. Otherwise there was no significance or other scary happenings other than some fat ass spiders lurking on the tomb – gross.

We walked around some more and the boys told us of a freaky experience down some stairs – like they were pushed. But I cannot say too much about this as I have yet to see the video and it was not my experience.

After something to eat at a ridiculously late time, we decided to head back to the site. We went this time to the broken down part of the church, at the back of it. Where there are some head stones and such.

On one headstone in particular that we found, there was a surgeon who had been buried there. Due to my knowledge of these times I was talking quietly to my sister while her partner tried an EVP session. He felt he heard something from the other corner of the broken wall, I didn’t hear anything, but maybe it will come up on the recording. Who knows?

Anyway, I was speaking to my sister about the grave robbings that used to take place in graveyards such as these. Whilst I was talking to her the air became almost thicker and the sky, darker. We noticed a temperature drop – a cold spot. Which was backed up using a device we had. I couldn’t be sure whether it was because I had mentioned something a bit close to home, wondering if he had been involved with any grave robberies. Or if it had something to do with the EVP session. Or if it was just another spooky coincedence.

We decided to head back to the church. Whilst walking back I looked up at the church tower. I had been keeping an eye on it as there were lights on it illuminating the top of the church. The lights were now off. This explained the sudden darkness. But it didn’t make anyone feel any better. I said to everyone that not to worry, it might be on a timer and goes off later at night to save energy. I’m not sure I had everyone convinced but it seemed like the rational explanation.

As we were walking back, my sisters partner said to us that if the lights are all off then what is that?

Needless to say, there was a bright light emenating from the top of the tower, I took a few photo’s of it myself just incase it was the camera bugging out. It really wasn’t. The light seemed to come down and disappear by the graves in front of us. It freaked us out quite a bit!

We decided to pick up the pace a bit and go back into the church for one last session.

Me and my sister were still together as a team. We stayed in the church. Earlier when we first started the Ghost Hunt, I felt a strange sensation in my chest when I stood up on the altar. But when I got down I was fine. It felt really awful and I couldn’t explain it. However I tried telling myself it was just me getting all worked up. But I didn’t really believe myself.

When we got in the church I was asked if I wanted to stay because of my experiences earlier. I simply said – that’s why I want to stay. If we were to get anything tonight, If I was experiencing something, then Imight be able to draw whatever it was out. And hopefully witness whatever it was on the camera.

With that said, me and my sister were sat on a large rock in the middle of the church with our backs to the altar. I started an EVP session, I asked the spirit to communicate into the device and a series of unscripted questions, which sound rather ridiculous to me now. In my defence it was very late and I was very tired. They made sense at the time but I don’t think i’ll be making a habit of asking a spirit if it is a “male” haha. Oh dear.

My sister and I didn’t hear anything for a good five minutes or so. Until we heard a stone being thrown on the altar. We had an experience similar to this when we were up on the altar at the beginning of the night. Which when we called in with the boys they told us they experienced something very similar. So hearing the noise again it seemed like we were gathering more proof. However as it was in the same place as before I was a little unsure. As it’s a church ruin, it could’ve been the reason we were hearing the stones.

As we were feeling a bit spooked by this point my sister decided to try and communicate back to the boys using our radios. When my sister spoke into the radio to ask “where are you?” (talking to her partner) we heard another stone being thrown, but this time closer to us. On the other side of the altar. I began to get more suspicious and wanted a definate answer. So me, being me, said thank you for communicating with us and I just wanted to hear it again just to be completely sure.

We heard another stone this time.

This time, it was right next to us.

I’m not gonna lie. It freaked us right out. I can’t explain it. We decided to laugh it off and blame the boys for playing tricks on us. They swear it was not them, and were as freaked out as we were.

So, there you have it. Proof? Not proof?

I have no idea.

Pretty spooky if you ask me.

After this experience we decided it was time to pack up and head out.

That was our Ghost Adventure!

I seriously cannot wait for the next one!

What did you think? Have you got any spooky phenomenons that have happened to you?

Feel free to leave a message!

 

Until the next time! ~

 

 

Image from: https://farm5.staticflickr.com/4112/5438865609_a113028cf2_z.jpg  I take no credit in taking this photo!! Whoever took this  – it is awesome! Kudos!

 

 

Ho, Ho, Home

Good Morrow to you fellow readers,

As you can probably tell by the title, you are in store for a Christmassy post!  – But not too Christmassy – ay?

As it’s around Christmas you could probably imagine the last thing anyone wants to do is move house. And yet that’s what I had to do.

Last weekend, to be exact, on the 9th and 10th of December 2016.

What words come to mind when moving house? Fun? Exciting? Fresh Start?

What about stressful? ‘Cause that’s what it was!

My partner and I had two days, just two, to move out of our old house and move into the new one. If you think – “that’s enough time!” then, you know, what’s your secret to doing it in two days and remaining sane? ‘Cause honestly, I realise it’s do-able, but it’s just so utterly stressful!

Also let me add, going to bed at 11pm and waking up at 5am is not ideal. Not at all. I also feel I’m starting to make a pattern as to every time we move somewhere new, I have to have a cry. Seriously, what’s wrong with me!? I was absolutely fine, toddling along, getting things done, like some sort of awesome super woman (I may be exaggerating). All up until my car wouldn’t start in the morning and I was all *A-boo hoo hoo!*

Luckily, however it didn’t last as long, (this time) and I was able to side – step that moment relatively quickly!!  Tiredness and stress combined = too much to deal with!

…Maybe next time we move my partner and I should make a game of it and see “How long until she cries!!” – Honestly, I can’t deal with moving house! … I don’t like change!

We are but creatures of habit afterall… 

The great thing about it however, is that we have left our old home. It was just a completely beat up, broken down, ramshackle of a domain. Quite frankly we are better off outta there! I do feel a bit sad for the pile of bricks. But hopefully once it’s sold, the people who buy it will do it up and make it look like new.

The other thing is, I’m glad I had my partner there supporting me and really taking the reins on this whole thing. Without the support I think I would be worse. Sure, i’d be able to move home myself and be capable of doing it on my own. Given the situation. But having him there is so much better. A support network – partner, friends, family, is so, so important when making big changes, it’s crazy how important they are.

Advice: please accept the help of those around you. Lighten the load! If they can’t help you  right now give them opportunity to express that too. Don’t be put out too much if one or two aren’t avaible to help you, simply broaden your support network. Reach out for help. No one is a mind reader, if you are struggling or need some help – speak out. The people who care will listen and reach back.  

So, we are now – more or less – settled into our new home… For me, it’s in a much better location. I’m not sure about my partner  – he hasn’t said much. But I think he prefers the new house immensely more than the old one – so it’s all good. The house layout seems to flow a lot better for the three of us. (Including the cat- Vinny – of course).

It’s really strange moving so close to Christmas, and so unexpected. This time last year, I would not have thought we would be in a new home already. More so, not only is there house details to worry about, there is also Christmas presents and Christmas dinner and all the rest to think about! Every now and then I have a momentary panic and the whole thing makes me want to curl up in bed, not see anyone and just stay there until the new year!

It’s so tempting!

I would have much prefered to have moved later, but we didn’t really get much choice about when we moved in the end! Although thinking about it, maybe it’s actually all for the best, as now we get to have Christmas somewhere that stays warmer and is a more comfortable place to live altogether.

Everything happens for a reason. Right? 

When all is said and done, I’m super excited to be having Christmas this year in the new home. And I also feel blessed to have a home in such good condition which is affordable, cozy and homely. With close friends and family near by!

We’ll get there, we’ll get settled and we will be ready for Christmas. I’m sure of it.  

So, here’s to a wonderful Christmas, and a fantastic new year!

Of new beginnings and an abundance of fun and happiness to come!

Cheers!!

All the best.

Until the next time ~

 

~Wishing you all an amazing Christmas and a kick ass new year!   ❤

 

 

Image found:  http://cdn.history.com/sites/2/2015/04/hith-father-christmas-lights-iStock_000029514386Large.jpg   – Credit, Kudos and all that ❤