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?!


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.


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 ~  








Looks can be deceiving…

Hello Friend,

It’s wet and windy and just plain horrible outside so, I have decided to post again, “Yay!” – I hear you cry. I was supposed to be going to a school to deliver my DBS form… but I will take shelter until it dies down a little. As if on cue it’s just got hell’a dark just now – fantastic.

Do you ever get comments that you look younger than you are? … Supposed to be compliments right?

When I reached the age of eighteen years, I thought, brilliant! I can go out and get “Sloshed” and par-tay with all my friends. Sorted. Though in the back of my mind I was ready to be stopped and questioned at every bar in town. Why? Because I know I look about fifteen. Then, when I was eighteen I probably looked about Thirteen. Though my best mate used to (and still does) say that I look about five years old. Charming. I’m short but I’m not THAT short. It was lucky that I have ID from driving or I’d be screwed.

As if on cue, I walked up to the club and got stopped, asking me “ID?” Which is fine, I’m new on the scene – no grudges. I actually laugh now that I’m Twenty (soon to be twenty one!) the expressions on peoples faces when they check my ID. I’ve even had people apologise to me. … Yeah. You better apologise! …Haha, seriously though I’m used to it, so it’s all good. Never really get mad about it, unless the person on the other end checking my ID gets “moody” about it. Seriously, it’s happened.

*Picture this* – waddling up to the bar, ready to order my drink (I knew she would ask for my ID so I got it out ready – Pro!) Asked for a lovely pint of Cider and then the question of “Do you have any ID?” happened (Not even a “please” – what is this world coming to?!) Handed it over, she checked it, and I kid you not, stuck her nose up in the air like she had been offended. Psst. I think she is a little “high-strung”….

Anyway, I’ve always suffered with the “Baby-face”. Despite my best efforts I look… Adorable. It’s not fair. I’m a bit of a rock ‘n’ roll chick, and it’s hard to intimidate or look real moody unless I’m actually really annoyed (which is rare anyway, ’cause I’m pretty chilled) because of my face. And I’m short… Dammit.

Though it’s not just me and people are being asked to get ID’d for everything. Friends have often complained about being stopped for ID when trying to rent out a “12” DVD. … I don’t think I need to say – “they are not twelve.” But look I did anyway. Huh. It’s getting a bit over the top I feel, with the whole ID lark. I mean fair enough, ID with things that could be a health risk and alcohol. But Surely If I’m buying a PG... you can let me have it without ID’ing me? No? Well, you suck.

Although I don’t look my age, I have always been told I act a lot older than I am. By friends, family, teachers... So, I guess it’s only people who don’t know me, need to ask (makes sense.) I no longer have any troubles getting into the bars I normally go into, because they know me – so the pattern works.

Without trying to sound conceited, I am quite wise and knowledgeable for my age. I believe it stems from watching my older siblings and being close to my mother and generally older people in the family. I have a huge sense of right and wrong and generally help people with their problems. I don’t recall how I managed this, but I have. I believe it’s from being observant and patient… All I know is that one day in Primary school my year five teacher told me “You are wise for your age… An old head on young shoulders.” And it’s just stuck.

So I guess because I feel a lot older than I am, I can get quite frustrated when people think I’m a lot younger. But I know, I know, I’ll appreciate it when I’m forty. Right?

However I definitely am not “Little Miss Sensible”  All the time, I can be childish, and be silly, funny, crazy. Though I think most people are. It’s important to know when to be serious and when not to be. Childishness isn’t the same as Immaturity. … I’m mature, but still like to have fun. Haha. Let my hair down and rock out to some tunes!! …Hmm, sounds like a plan.

So don’t be worried if you look young or old, just be you and it’s all good… Umm, unless you are very immature and you are in your 20’s+, in which case, try and be open to some friendly advice, you may need some. Y’know… to live.

On that note, thanks for reading!

Until the next time.