Fish Kiss

I can’t believe I forgot to talk about the fish spa yesterday!  Could have been that I blocked it out...

So last year in Greece, Anna wanted to go on a catamaran so not being a seafaring person, I took it for the team, loaded up on Gravol, and we hit the water.  Don’t get me wrong, it was an amazing experience just now, the next crazy experience I want to try, Anna will take it for the team and join me.  I really wanted to check out a fish spa in Greece.  Sadly there was only one place and they were all booked up.  As luck would have it Anna found a place in Copenhagen!   

After a list of questions from when was  the last time you put on nail polish to do you have diabetes we passed on to the locker room.  Interestingly enough all the questions had nothing to do with our health or safely and everything to do with the fish’s health and safety!

Next stop was rolling up our pant legs and scrubbing our feet and legs.  Then off to meet our fishes.  All the tanks in the calm, dim, spa-like basement were taken or the fish has recently been fed so we got the tanks up on the main level with windows for all to see.

You slowly lower your feet into the tank and the feeding frenzy begins.  These fish eat the dead skin off your feet.  Ick, no!?  It is the craziest feeling and remarkably hard to describe... like tickling, tiny bits, and scratchy cat tongues.  Anna agrees with this but added “but like thousands of them at the same time!”  I found it hard not to laugh hysterically.  It was interesting to watch Anna’s fish, I swear she had way more fish.  We were both very thankful that we only paid for 15 minutes because my feet began to itch. 

Did it make a difference... um... I don’t think so, maybe a bit softer but they claim it’s only after 30 minutes does it really make a difference.

All I can say is pass the pumice.