Yes, kind of. Locker room seamed pretty open, the saunas and steam room did require some shorts. However, the treatment I was able to wear nothing.
Going to the spa for the first time can be a daunting experience. It's supposed to be relaxing and enjoyable, but when going into that change room on your own and having to prepare for your first massage can be stressful and confusing. Dave and I have enjoyed many spa experiences from luxury retreats to the downright quirky during our 18 years of travelling.
So said the all black clad, very toned lady who works at my oh-so-fancy gym in Manhattan. Something had to give, so the naked women were to clothe themselves in haste and allow the maintenance man his entry. I went to stretch and dab myself with chilled eucalyptus-infused towels while clean women slowly emerged from the locker room and sweaty ones were barred entry.
While asking for precise guidance is a good idea, the fact is very few people actually do; after all, those who are confused and anxious about nudity issues are generally not likely to want to even discuss them with a stranger. So here are some tips that will hopefully give you the information you need before you visit a spa in any country around the world - so you can achieve what you came for in the first place: total ease and relaxation. Most spas have separate locker rooms for men and women where you change into a robe and slippers.
Equal parts movie theater, beauty salon, nudist colony, relaxation retreat, restaurant, meditation studio, sauna, hotel, bath house and trip to Korea, it transports visitors to another world. Luxurious Korean-style saunas — some of which also feature outdoor water parks — have attracted huge followings in New York, Dallas and Los Angeles. Initial customers were largely Asians and Eastern Europeans, but the clientele now includes adventurous relaxation seekers of all origins.
There was one very significant event that I happened to omit from my last blog, regarding my recent trip to Davos. The incident was somewhat traumatizing, or at least severely uncomfortable, and it left me feeling as though all of the acclimatizing and adapting I had accomplished over the last five years in Europe, was for nothing. Deep breath: I will now go ahead and tell you the tale of three young Canadian women who attempted to spend an afternoon.
Originally catering to European aristocracy, this beautiful neo-Renaissance style bathing house is still open to all looking to soak in the curative mineral waters or just enjoy a quiet few hours of relaxation. Sitting upon the ruins of baths used by Roman generals, those who visit Friedrichsbad will follow a step Irish-Roman bathing ritual that includes a sequence of hot air baths, steam rooms, showers, pools, and optional massages. Perhaps the best part is that your hours here are spent within a steamy haze of marble, brass, colorful titles, and majestic domes.
No one is complaining about the very public interactions, especially not Leonard Lanzi. The serene atmosphere of the spa is changing fast. With group grottoes, coed steam baths and mud rituals for parties of eight, the spa is evolving into a place where socializing and private pampering coexist amid the steam and suds.