Everywhere I look I see people mooching around in bathrobes, old gentlemen wear track suits and women sport slippers. I’m at a spa you see, and here the only dress code seems to be “casual to the point of pyjama wear”. Not that I mind, I’m kitted out in the same attire. If there’s anything I fully support it’s loungewear.
In an attempt to do something different on Christmas, my mother suggested spending the weekend at a spa. I wasn’t fully convinced until I got here, sticking to Christmas traditions have always been very important to me. But since our family is getting smaller and smaller (uncle and wife jetted off to Thailand for 3 weeks), we thought it was time for a change.
So instead of even thinking about Christmas (apart from hearing Christmas carols in the lobby and seeing a grand tree in the restaurant) I started my day with yoga, went on to try spinning and finished my day on the treadmill. Spinning wasn’t really my thing, but at least I didn’t fall off the bike (this was something I expected) and I was peddling the entire time, albeit in a slightly slower pace than the rest. The 60-year old lady to my right looked awfully fit.
A visit to the jacuzzi and then sauna made my body feel like jelly and it never really recovered. By the time we gave each other our Christmas presents, I was already in bed sitting in a half upright position.
The Christmas buffet was incredible and I was delighted to see so much game. Reindeer and moose sausage, game paté and cured deer were some of the highlights. The Swedes’ version of chipolatas, 4 different types of prepared salmon, 5 types of herring, ham, meatballs, spare ribs, eggs, so many different salads I couldn’t count, potatoes, potato gratin with anchovies and a roast pig also made the bountiful table. I went too many times to the cheese board, but the brie and Comte were excellent.
I had never expected to enjoy myself so much. It was in fact the best Christmas Eve in a very long time, mainly because we tried something new. We even forgot to watch TV! This morning my calves ache a bit, but that’s a minor pain. I’m surprised I’m not bed-ridden after my hefty exercise. So in half an hour I’m joining another class: core. Don’t ask me what it is, but I’m suspecting I will need a very long lunch indeed to recover.