There’s nothing like getting a sweet aromatherapy massage the day after flying from the U.S. to London — especially when it’s at the swank Dorchester Spa.
Since I was in college, my Aunt Deb and I have often visited London over Thanksgiving break. (It's a tradition she started, that I've been lucky enough to get to enjoy with her.) During this year’s trip, I was also working on an article for American Fitness Magazine, which meant that we were treated to an amazing visit at 45 Park Lane in the Mayfair neighborhood of London. And, as part of this visit, I was invited for a massage at the hotel’s spa, which is actually housed in the sister hotel across the street, The Dorchester.
The spa specializes in treatments ranging from facials to body treatments to manicures and pedicures. There’s also an aromatic steam room and fully equipped fitness center (complete with a BOSU, which you know I love!) for guests to enjoy. Last but not least, if you get a little hungry, there’s a Spatisserie where you can enjoy nibbles and a glass of champagne in your robe.
After arriving in the sleek spa reception area, which is decorated in crisp whites, I was shown to the locker room to don my spa robe and slippers. My therapist, Hope, promptly picked me up in the waiting area for my 55 minute massage.
Since I started out face down on the massage table and was a little stuffy from the cold I was getting over, Hope put an aromatherapy oil beneath my nose to help clear my sinuses — which I thought was a neat touch! Then, using the “energizing” oil I’d selected, she started the massage, which was a blend of Swedish and neuromuscular techniques. It was fabulous. And I appreciated that Hope struck a balance between asking the necessary question about whether her pressure was OK and such, and being quiet (so I could relax).
By the end of the 55 minutes, my tension from days of coughing had melted away. I was led to the relaxation room, which was decorated in the most elegant navy blue and white color scheme, and snuggled up in one of the chairs with a cup of tea and a magazine for a bit. After experiencing this British “fit,” I was more than ready to take on the day of walking the city that was ahead of me.