I don’t know much about astrology–but, I think, maybe, perhaps I love a good hot bath because I’m a water sign.
Actually, it could also just be a family thing. My mother really loves a good hot bath. Thankfully–even with her mobility issues–she can still enjoy the benefits of a hot bath with the help of a bath lift.
I used to take my bath time for granted. I assumed that this special me time was something everyone experienced and enjoyed. I was wrong about that– for sure.
In 10th grade– I was an exchange student in southern Spain. The town I lived in was very small. So small–there was no high school. The high schoolers had to be bussed to school– in a totally different town.
I remember I had to wake up extra early to get on that bus. It was a very large bus that looked more like one of those giant city tour buses rather than a school bus. It took more than an hour to get to school. But, at least the seats on the bus were plush and very comfortable.
There must have been something wrong with the radio on the bus. Everyday, only one song played on an endless loop over and over and over… (click here to listen to it).
The exchange family I lived with had a seafood restaurant. My job was to gut the fish, cut the onions, sweep the floor, wash the dishes, set the tables, take out the trash–then pick up the little sister from school and walk the dog. I don’t know how I got any homework done. The family kept me very busy–all thanks to a phone call from my father.
My very protective father called my new exchange family before I arrived. He spoke to the dad of the exchange family and apparently made quite an impression.
The day I arrived–the whole exchange family picked me up from the airport. They asked lots of questions and wanted to know if we spoke Spanish at home. I explained that my family did not speak Spanish at home. That’s when the dad of the exchange family firmly interrupted and said, “Your father does speak Spanish! I spoke to him this morning. And–he said we have to keep our eyes on you– all the time.” The exchange family dad then pointed directly at me and said in English, “YOU NO GO ANYWHERE! I no want no trouble from your father!!”
I was not a trouble maker. But, I quickly learned how to make things easier so that I could have my me time. I’d walk the dog and pick up the little sister at the same time. Then we’d stop at the bakery on the way home. Everyday, I’d get two very large cream puffs (for me) and a cookie for the little sister. When we got home–the little sister would watch t.v. and I would take a good hot, long bath. I needed it–fish gutting is dirty, smelly work!
One day, while I was sweeping the floor at the restaurant, the exchange family dad said, “You’re using too much water at home. Stop with the baths.”
So–I stopped with the baths and doubled up on my cream puff load. Before getting on the school bus every morning–I started going to the bakery. I bought myself the usual 2 cream puffs plus a hot chocolate!
On the bus– I’d eat the cream puffs, listen to that same old song over and over and drift into a daydream about what it would be like to be a princess in a palace.
My fantasy palace had a huge bath tub that looked more like a swimming pool. And there were butterflies flying around inside and rose petals everywhere and beautiful exotic scents in the air. This daydream became my new me time.
By the end of the exchange program– I was 20 pounds heavier. I had become a certified cream puff expert! And a master daydreamer!!
If you are ever in Spain (or NYC or Chicago or even Paris) and you need a good hot bath– you’re in luck. There’s this place called Aire Ancient Baths which seeks to revive the ancient bath tradition. And I don’t think you have to be a water sign to enjoy it!