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Story:
Cynthia Barnes Photography courtesy of Bellagio
and The Mirage
Time out for a complimentary fruit smoothie and
it’s on to a Swedish Massage. Now, a good Swedish shouldn’t
make you say “Ow!” Rochelle, the massage therapist,
ensures this by asking for feedback on the pressure, head to
toe. An hour later, I’m a noodle—a polished, pedicured
noodle.
And it’s not over yet. I get to play in
the mud. My final stop is the MGM Grand spa, a striking, marble-adorned
haven of luxury. Now, what in the world is a Parafango Body
Wrap? Wax and mango? Close. Wax and Australian mud, “soothing
and detoxifying,” says Angelique. She uses a fruit basket
assortment of cranberry body scrub and orange-lavender moisturizing
cream before painting on olive brown mud—hot at first,
but totally invigorating. This is not a modest treatment. Although
Angelique keeps me partially covered with a towel, I’m
pretty much nude until she finishes painting and wraps me in
an insulating blanket. I lie quietly like a human burrito with
a cool cloth dipped in cucumber water shading my eyes. After
I wash off in the shower, Angelique finishes the treatment with
another moisturizing cream. I depart completely revitalized
with skin as lovely as silk!
Four services and four spas later, I know I’ve found Las
Vegas’ best game.
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