I had a little piece of heaven this evening.
I took over my parent's bathroom and filled up their soaking tub. It's deep, long, and with a nice arched back for comfort. I almost moved into it. Hell, it's almost half the size of my apartment in Rio.
Anyway, I filled it with almost scolding hot water. You know, the kind of hot that you have to enter into in increments. A foot, the second foot, knees, half a thigh, and so on and so forth until you finally sink in up to your neck. The only thing peeking out are you hands, to hold your book of course, and your head. Sorry, I've yet to master underwater reading. I'll be sure to let you know when I do.
And everything soaked away. Worries, life, tension, and time. I swear, a hot bath, a good book, and quality bath salts are the best therapy. Of course, this is only enjoyable in cold weather. The colder the better. There is nothing more enjoyable then getting into a soaking tub after spending the entire day just slightly chilled under all your layers of clothes... well, that is except for getting into one with that special someone.
Now I'm in my snowflake fleece jammies, to entice the husband of course, and smell of flowers from lands I may never travel. I'm relaxed enough to fall asleep in front of the computer and am looking forward to curling up in a fluffy chair with a fluffier blanket next to the fire.
In Rio, this would be torture, like sitting in a jacuzzi in the depths of hell.
And that just makes it all the more special. That and I know I get to go back home to the heat eventually.
