Last weekend for my birthday, my sister-in-law and I decided we would treat ourselves to a facial at the Beauty Center in a vacation park we were staying at in the south of Holland. The night before we had found a brochure for the many different treatments the spa offered. It was in Dutch so I only really understood the words massage and collagen, but no matter, I was sure it was all about relaxation.
At first, I was a little relectant to get a treatment because I was
trying to save money, but of course I talked myself into it. I never get
to do these things and this would be the first time I would have a
facial in Europe. I had one in America just before I moved here and I
remembered how much I loved it. So that was that, my sister-in-law
booked us a facial treatment.
So I walk into the room and I met the lady who is going to give me
the 60 minutes of relaxation. I could hardly wait. One whole hour
someone was gonna massage my face and make me all relaxed. The only
problem was I could't undertand a word she was saying.
She introduced herself and I suddenly relaized that she was speaking a
funky dialect or maybe even Flemish. I couldnt even tell you what the
girl's name was, but it didnt matter to me. Then she wouldn't talk to me
and I could have peace.
It all started off perfectly, got a cleanse and she rubbed some
smelly stuff in to my face. Then she asked me the strangest question: If
I would like my eyebrows plucked? Or at least this what I thought she
was saying, so i said OK. Matter of fact, everything she said to me I
just said OK. I had no idea what I was agreeing to.
She plucked away and plucked away. I thought to myself ok, this was
not what I was expecting but hey maybe this is how they do things in
Europe. A little pain in the beginning to really appreciate the
relaxation. So once she stopped plucking, she put a steamer on my face
and once again said something, God knows what.
There I sat in a chair my eyebrows throbbing and my face sweating
like a pig. definately not what i expected but I think I had 30 more
minutes at that point. I would take whatevr I could get.
So she comes back into the room lies me flat in the chair and
blindfolds me with round makeup remover pads. She said something again
and I said Ok. The next thing I knew a needle was being injected
underneath my eye. Holy shit I thought, I must have just agreed to
Botox. I felt her take the needle out and then wipe with a cloth. And I
felt a lot of pressure. I was freaking. I had just got an injection, it
had to be. And ebfore I knew it she was sticking a needle in the cornor
of my eye. Same procedure. I was speechless.
Then she started mashing zits on my face. All the time I was thinking
ok, I am gonna have one Botoxed eye and red zit pits all over my face,
this was unbelievabel, what a stress. So she lifted the chair up and got
the mirror out to show me her work. At first I was afraid to look but I
knew I had to face my own stuidity of not speaking up and stopping the
I was so relieved when I looked into the mirror to see that in fact I
didnt have one swollen up eye. There was no Botox. Apparently she used a
needle to pop under the skin zits. It wasnt a facial, it was a zit
popping treatment! Thank goodness I was relieved, but I still didnt get
my 60 minutes of relaxation. Oh well...at least I am zit free!!