Warm milk

reddirtlattes/ March 21, 2012/ Uncategorized/ 11 comments

Yesterday, I went to Korea.

I soaked in soft mineral baths and steamed out a week’s worth of wine before following a tiny Korean woman into a wet room where I was placed on a table and for an hour and a half bathed.

At first she scrubbed my skin with what felt like sandpaper, but there was no pain, just the feeling of my pores crying out in ecstasy.

As the steam from the constant running water enveloped us, she took buckets of hot wet towels and used them to rock me back and forth so that I began to feel like a ship lost in a storm, but firmly and wonderfully attached to the waves. Then she took a hose and water poured out on me like honey, and when I didn’t think it could get any better she put watermelon oil all over me and rubbed my aching muscles until I started to melt into the table and truly move like liquid, all while fighting the urge to eat myself. Wrapping me back up in hot wet towels, she covered my face with ice cold cucumbers while deeply kneading my head and then washed and conditioned my hair, which is an incredibly vulnerable feeling that I cannot wait to feel again. When it was all over she sat me up and rinsed my whole body in warm milk.

The great epics of Homer continually talk of kings and queens being bathed. I cannot seem to turn a page without someone being undressed, cleansed with giving hands, and anointed with oil. Not just a custom, but a gift given to those both at home and weary travelers in need of a place to rest.

Not everyone left this incredible experience in antiquity. Korea, China, Hungary, and more still practice this art daily. Imagine the world if we all had to be that intimate with each other. If we had to completely release  into another’s hand.

I miss traveling. It’s so nice to know that there are hidden pockets of foreign cultures right around the corner just waiting to be found.

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  1. Oh Sabrina, I never get jealous or envious but oh how your post made me want to be there. I would give anything right now for that experience. Heaven on earth.

  2. Sounds like you had a great time!

  3. How wonderful. I’ve had a similar experience at the hamman in Syria. I just know I’d be a more balanced person if I could indulge once a week!

  4. the beauty of being in a city…traveling without a suitcase

  5. Sabrina, having lived in Korea for an extended period of time and being married to a Korean woman since 1973, your writing here brought back a ton of memories… of a slower, simpler, and more peaceful time. Thank you.

  6. Sabrina, the last sentence of this post shows what we, as followers of you blog already know: you are intelligent, adventurous, curious, love learning through new experiences, and welcome challenges.

    Having traveled throughout much of the world over a long period of time, I feel one has not experienced the full breadth of this planet without having first hand experiences and not just through reading.

    However, humans need some stability in their lives through a sense of place. We ourselves make that place, and no matter how far flung we travel, the old adage is so true: it is great to come back home, there is no place like it.

    As a constant traveler, I am sure you realize that each area you visit is an adventure showing the diversity and creativity of humans as well as the dark evil parts of their being. This makes it even more important to come back to the familiar and recharge yourself in preparing for the next adventure.

    Seymour Schwartz

  7. What abosulte bliss. How lovely x

  8. What absolute bliss. How lovely x

  9. What a gorgeous post! How I miss travel and all its sensory splendor. Thank you for sharing a bit of that.

  10. i’ve been to that spa! best deal in l.a.!! still thinking about coming north? it’s very pretty up here. i will be your personal tour guide!

    1. Lori, we just might take you up on that.

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