We went to the uh… oop, doesn’t translate. The Therme, the biggest one in Europe apparently. It means something like hot springs with baths associated, so there’s saunas and whirlpools and all kinds of temperatures of water and massage and sulfur baths and salt water pools and something called “color therapy” and mud you can smear on your face and something Himalayan, whatever the hell that means. It’s ha-yoooge, see? And one section is all water-slides. The kids had a blast, as you can imagine, and it cost a flippin’ fortune so we won’t be going all that often, but still. Today was yet another one of those days that remind me that I live in the best place in the world, and I’d have to be crazy to think of leaving it.
Song du jour of the day: Born at the Right Time, by Paul Simon.