We decided we should go to the spa to relax on the last night of my visit. I had never been to a Korean spa, or even a typical spa for around a year. We walked there, it was only a few blocks from his apartment. We stepped out, it was cold. Not an only-your-extremities are cold, kind of cold, but a body chilling cold. It was refreshing. As we walked I smoked one of the floral cigarettes I picked up earlier in the day from a store clad with feminist novelties. It wasn't as nice as I had hoped, although it will probably be ok infused with some other herbal elements. As we approached the six storey building where people were getting their cars parked via the valet stationed out front, we followed the fluorescent lighting through the doors. There were two people behind the front desk, they smiled and greeted us forward. Our names and information were taken down and we paid $25 each to be admitted to the men's, women's and co-ed sections of the spa. We were handed a towel, a yellow tee shirt with the spas logo stamped across the chest, disposable slippers similar to those you wear in the hospital, and a sensor with a locker number on it in the form of a water proof wrist watch. I take all of these things, still confused as to what I do and where I go. My boyfriend walks in the opposite direction to the mens side, and I'm pointed in the direction of the down stairs area. As I walk down the carpeted stairs, I have no idea where I'm going or what I'm about to see. I finally reach the bottom. Everything is very clean. To my right, there are huge mirrors with bins of tee shirts and shorts. I see someone grabbing a pair of shorts, so I do the same. The shorts are tanned with an elastic waist; they resemble bermuda shorts and could've gone down the runway at Isabel Marant's SS13 show.
As I continue following the girl out of the alcove of spa-wear, there is an area of memory foam mattress' and massage chairs in front of one large flatscreen T.V. I poke my curious head around the corner and I get many glances back, as though I was interrupting the Korean version of Days of Our Lives. I kept walking and there were many women with their white robes hanging fully open, nothing underneath, and completely nude women walking past me. I didn't care. They didn't care. It was like being in a locker room; it was mandatory to go into the ladies spa area nude. I found my locker within the ten double sided rows and began placing my things inside. One locker over from mine, there were two ladies yelling at each other in Spanish as they undressed, I wish I had known what they were saying. I began to take off my clothes, still unsure of where to go next. Finally, I just had my robe and my slippers on. I walked around to the next area where I found approximately 30 vanity-type stations where you could get ready after being in the wet area. There were towelettes, light bulbs surrounding the mirrors, many lotions and blow dryers. Everything was very well maintained. I kept walking and saw through a massive glass wall, the spa area.