Our trip to the Dead Sea was incredible. Actually it was mind boggling to me to actually be there after 10 years of studying and working with its precious raw materials.
While we were at the hotel, we HAD to see if we could learn some hidden secrets from 'the experts'. Myself, Jim & Jessica all had a full mud body wrap and massage. We felt this would 'complete' our learning experience.
Much to our dismay the experience was less than we were expecting! They never had us fill out a consultation sheet - therefore they did not know if we had any allergies, body ailments or chonic issues (such as my Fibromyalgia). They wisked us all away to separate rooms that were fully tiled, no circulation and 'cold' feeling. They weren't 'spa' rooms by any means. My therapist could not speak much English at all. She pointed at a table that was covered with a blue tarp and had me change into disposable under clothes and lay down. A few minutes later she emerged with a gallon bucket of mud. I was quite hesitant for her to slather it on me. I could smell menthol and when I looked at the mud I could tell it wasn't 100% pure product. I asked her what other ingredients the mud contained - she blew me off with 'I don't understand' and proceded to take her glove covered hand and raised my right arm and in one fell swoop - slathered the warm, menthol Dead Sea 'wanna be' Mud on. She was so fast with the application it literally took her about 5 minutes to cover my entire body. Interestingly enough she left the abdomen & chest area open. I questioned why she didn't cover those areas - she told me it wasn't good for my heart. Then I realized what she meant - because she wrapped the blue tarp around me and left me in the room with no circulation. I literally felt mummified! I tried to get comfortable and think about being in the Dead Sea. Then I started to sweat profusely. The sweat came out of the chest & abdomen area and of course my face and scalp. I was burning up! There was a fan in the room (not turned on) but I could not get to it because I was packed in tight! In about 20 minutes the therapist appeared and wiped my forehead with a lukewarm cloth. What I would have given for it to be ice cold at that point! I asked if she would turn on the fan but she didn't hear me as she closed the door. So there I lay - sweating in a blue tarp wishing I was in the Dead Sea instead of that room! I could have done a much better job at the Dead Sea and would be mobile, in the sun and able to float in the silky water instead of being trapped up like Sushie in a blue tarp! Not to mention the exhorbadant amount of money it cost! Then came time for the 'unveiling'. She followed me into the shower and hosed my back and legs off with a high powered sprayer. I was slightly embarassed. I politely asked her if I could take care of it myself and she got the hint.
I was shocked that the high end treatment did not do what our products do at home - which is firm, tone & tighten the skin while reducing the appearance of cellulite. (Sorry, it's not permanent - but it lasts for at least 24 hours!) Then came time for fresh disposable clothes and a robe. I was escorted to my massage room which had a very inexpensive treatment table and two plastic out door chairs in it. She turned around while I removed the robe and got under the sheet. I had a feelilng they were going to use cheap products on my skin - so I came prepared with my own Mud-Lite™ Mineral Creme and asked that she use it instead of her products. She opened a jar of pink cream and stuck it in my face to try and get me to let her use it. I could immediately smell the chemical fragrances in it and refused the product. She used my creme and I was soooo glad because I love the aroma I had created for this massage! It had Rosewood, Sandalwood, Jasmine, Geranium, Bulgarian Lavender, Ylang II and a few drops of Bulgarian Rose Oil. Decadent - Yep! And I deserved it! The only thing that was pleasant about the massage was the end of it! She didn't know I had Fibromyalgia so she rubbed me down like a race horse. At one point she took off her lab coat and layed on my back with her forearms and rubbed up and down on my back as if I were a 500 pound man. I let out a few grunts and she asked if she was hurting me. I told her yes. I tried to explain that you don't do deep tissue massage on Fibromyalgia patients, but she did not know what I was talking about. I made it through the massage and got back in my swim suit (I had come there directly from being in the Dead Sea!) and headed right back down to my precious mineral oasis. There I slathered on the pure Dead Sea Mud to detox the junk the body wrap had done and then I did a full body scrub with the mineral salts and floated away. That was heaven to me!
One thing I learned from the experience was - I really am The Mud Queen™! I really do know my stuff and how to implement it better than the people that live at that miraculously healing & therapeutic God-given resource. My next trip will be to stay at the Dead Sea and do my own body wraps. That was really sheer heaven to me! What can I say? I'm The Mud Queen™!!! :o)