Holiday destinations acquire stereotypes, just like the travelers who go there become known for their nationalities… and the stereotypes that go with those. There are also the standard things you do in every destination. You go to India to do a Yoga teacher training, to Iceland to see the Blue Lagoon, to Turkey to go to a Hamman and get butt naked… you get the idea.
Israel has been on my bucket list for as long as I can remember, and last November I finally got to tick it off. Unfortunately, it was just a brief week-long stint in Jerusalem thanks to the wonderful iTravelJerusalem and the #TBEXJLM press trip. What a week though! I met an inspiring group of travel bloggers, and got to explore Jerusalem. A blend of old and new, and a city where three ancient religions collide and continue to live alongside one another, it’s somewhere quite unlike anywhere else I’ve ever traveled to.
If you’ve been reading my articles about spas around the world, you might have noticed an emerging pattern. If you haven’t — newsflash: I seem to have taken a liking to getting buck naked in public. I mean, who doesn’t? Right? Righhhhhhttttt? Anyone? Well, ok, fine. Today, for a change, let me tell you about this one time in Iceland when I did not get naked at the spa. It does happen, sometimes.