There’s something about attending an all-girls Catholic school that brings out your inner weirdo. I’m speaking from experience. Don’t know what I’m talking about? Here is a quick overview.
One of my oldest friends, Meryl, is getting married this year and we recently celebrated her bachelorette at Miraval Resort . It was an amazing weekend filled with yoga, meditation, copious amounts of wine and celeb sightings (just one). Or two if you count the model on the spa’s homepage…
Thinking back, it’s kind of ironic that Meryl chose a spa destination for her bach party. When we were in 5th and 6th grade, our favorite sleepover activity was to role play ‘The War-sh’ (translation: The Wash said in a British accent). Hmm…I guess my obsession with speaking in a British accent started at an early age. Anyways, depending on our whereabouts we’d either climb into her parents or my parents’ tub and someone would act as the Spa Director, using the hand shower as a telephone while answering, “Helllllooo and thank you for calling The Warrrr-sh, how may I help you?” while the other person was lucky enough to get a hair wash and scalp massage– I was usually this person. Anything that involves being massaged, tickled, washed…count me in! Okay, this is starting to sound perverse.
So, it must have been fate(66)* that brought us to the glorious resort dedicated to opening eyes, minds and hearts. The four of us– all lifelong friends from our Convent of the Sacred Heart days– traveled to Tucson, Arizona. I kept replaying this scene from Romy and Michele’s High School Reunion in my head…gets me every time. Upon arrival we were greeted with a welcome gift, a sand-colored tote bag and reusable water canteen which became our wardrobe staple on the trip. We were fortunate enough to stay in one of the Villas on property, thanks to Mr. and Mrs. McDonald. It was spectacular. The indoor steam shower, private outdoor shower & soaking tub alone got me. Oh and the BEDS…heaven sent. They were so plush and luxurious that our friend Kristin, who we thought was calling her boyfriend in London, disappeared for a good 40 minutes to squeeze in a little nap. After checking out our weekend digs, we headed to lunch.
The food is really something else at Miraval. So flavorful, yet so incredibly healthy. At dinner the first night, I had Pan Seared Diver Scallops with Sesame Vinaigrette served with Organic Spring Mix, Goma Shio, Seared Carambola (WTF?!) all for a whopping 85 calories. For some healthy and delicious recipes, you can order Miraval’s Mindful Eating Cookbook here.
Here are some more photos from our trip, if you’d like to see:
Oh, and that celeb sighting you are probably wondering about? It was Sally Field. Below she is pictured in the background during Happy Hour where Kristin had the brilliant idea of hosting a talent show for all Miraval guests. Sally would obviously be on our team for the win. Sadly, this never happened. Between all of the activities, spa treatments (best massage of my life, thanks to Steve) and beautiful setting I couldn’t recommend Miraval more.
*Fate66 was Ana’s AOL screen name circa 1995.