Afterward, my attendant assured me these were some classic, if rather fantastical, effects of a cedar enzyme bath.
My attendant listed an incorrect last name on my pass the first time around, and T.S.A. stopped me from passing through security until I had it fixed.
"I haven't done this one yet, but I hear it's fucking amazing," my attendant told me when I sat down.
My attendant let me sweat in a hot antechamber for 10 minutes, then placed me on a ledge under the dome and proceeded to lather, scrub, rinse, rub, knead, shampoo, stretch, step on and otherwise manhandle my naked body.
With that the arrangement sailed along with no problems, soon settling into a job done and forgotten — at least until Belinda, a young mother of two boys, showed up as half my attendant team.
My attendant, Yoko, strikes the perfect balance between caretaking and privacy, and the kaiseki, prepared by the 17-room inn's seven chefs, is superlative.
As my attendant, Mattie told me, "Do you know how many naked people I have seen in my 30 years here?
I'm also worried that if I were to bleed or have some tenderness or redness afterward, that I would have to explain this to my attendant care workers.
I was lying in my bed in the "dead turtle position" and after 2 minutes of hearing them get louder and louder (just, you know, doing their jobs), fearing that my neighbors could all hear it, I had no choice but to call my attendant care worker.
"I love my home attendants.
