My skin has been having a rough go of it for awhile now. The water in Kuwait is really hard.
Or is it soft?
Whichever one is not easy on skin.
Anyways, I've been breaking out like a teenager.
So I told David that I wanted a professional facial for my birthday.
This was my first spa facial, and I was really excited for a little luxury =).
I know for some women, luxury days at the spa are a common occurrence.
But I also know that for many women, clean drinking water is a luxury.
I know I have it really, really good.
My first clue that this place was incredibly fancy was when my taxi driver tried to pull in and was stopped at the gate to be inspected by security. They drug a mirror underneath his car to check around, and wrote down his license plate number.
This was just so he could enter the grounds and drive me up to the front door.
I went inside, and made a mental note to pick my jaw up of the floor.
I knew the facial I booked was like, STUPID expensive, but still. This was far fancier than I'd anticipated.
I coached myself.
"Act like you've been here, before, Kendra"
Before finding the spa, I wandered the hotel grounds a little bit...