Sea Spa Diaries: Part 2

Back at sea, back in spa mode  and starting with check in ...yes, still being charged extra for spa amenities. Steam room, sauna, thermal suites? That’ll be more $$, please… on top of your $700+ spa treatment. I’m still wrapping my head around how a full-service spa experience doesn't include access to the actual spa spaces.

What continues to surprise me, though, is the lack of immersive storytelling in the spa. Why aren’t we tapping into the natural wonder all around us? We're literally floating on water, surrounded by light, sound, movement, serenity... yet the spa feels disconnected from it all. No sensory rituals, no transportive moments, no invitation to connect with the sea or even ourselves. It’s a missed opportunity to create something truly memorable.

Especially when other parts of the ship are shining! 

We had an absolutely whimsical dinner at Wonderland, a journey down the rabbit hole with the Mad Hatter himself (check out my pics!). From the playful food presentation to the theatrical service, it was imaginative, immersive, and unforgettable.

And the entertainment? Fantastic. Music, visuals, energy that pulls you in and makes you feel like you’re part of something magical. A real escape.

It makes me wonder why the spa,the very place people go for transformation isn’t fully embracing the same kind of magic. The potential is there. It just needs to be activated.

A few more observations from this visit: One-size-fits-all robes (and no, they didn’t). No slippers ...no words! And in the relaxation lounge, only water was available. No herbal tea, no light bites, none of those small touches that whisper “we thought of everything.”

But hey, not all was lost! 

The acupuncture seminar I attended was genuinely engaging, informative, and very well done. My husband loved his massage so much, he booked a second session.

And mine? Well… it started beautifully, a dry brushing to stimulate circulation, followed by a calm, fluid technique that had me in the zone.

But then… something happened.

Something I’ve never experienced in my long spa-loving life.

She fell asleep during my massage. Her hands stopped moving and she started snoring!

Now before you gasp...The spa director in me had a moment, torn between this is absolutely unacceptable! to Oh, you must be so exhausted and allowing her to rest a few beats.(because clearly I have a soft spot)

I did end up waking her and to her credit, she rallied and delivered a lovely finish. She explained to me that they work 14 hour days! 

So that’s a wrap on Part 2:  Still holding out hope for Part 3 to bring a little more soul, a little more sea, and maybe a nap for the staff.