“Who farted?” Like a brick to the head, it was the smell that first hit the Smith family as they drove into the picturesque mountain town of Pagosa Springs, their windows up, air conditioner on, accusing one another of the offense, chocking on the toxic indiscretion. They rolled down their windows in desperate pursuit of fresh air, nostril inhaling, finding no relief. “Goodness, I do believe the smell is coming from the town,” said the mother, her brow furrowed, shaking her head as she added, “and such a pretty town, too.”
The father snorted. “This is going to be one stinking vacation.”
“I’m going to barf,” cried eight-year-old Jimmy from the backseat, dripping with dramatics.
“Hold your breath, son,” suggested the father.
“Um, Dad, he’s turning blue,” said the daughter.
Checking in to the Healing Waters Resort and Spa, they were told of the sulfur in the water, a contributing factor to the smell, an acquired smell, but they would get used to it.
“The more it stinks, the better you feel,” sang the big Kahuna, our charming and comical desk clerk and entertainment director, strumming his ukulele.
Indeed, it proved to be true. The Smith family spent the entire weekend soaking in our healing pool, basking in its heated waters, their circulatory systems stimulated, their immune systems improved, feeling alive with ecstasy, limber, relaxed, strong in mind and spirit—a peg firmly planted to their nostrils for the duration of their stay, provided by housekeeping at no extra cost.
Here at the Healing Waters, we aim to please: no request is too outrageous.
Teena A. Roemer
Healing Waters Wellness Center, LMT/CMT
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