Bathing in Bath

The next day we’re going to stay in because I’m hurt and John is

hurt.  I decide that this might be a good day to catch a bus to town and try to go to the baths.  We originally booked Bath because I wanted to take the waters and John wanted the sacred sites of stone circles near here.  So, even though I’ve been able to have a spa day in Turkey, I’m going to try it here too.  There is only one spa that allows you to get in the mineral waters that the Romans and everyone has used since Bath was founded and only one of their 4 baths has a spring attached to it.  I can not understand the bus system here

well, but start talking to two ladies at the bus stop and one helps me find my stop and the spa.  When I get there it is a 90 minute wait in line to get in.  I say, “screw it” and start walking around town a little.  I find the spa's shop and ask in there about the Cross Bath which is in another building.  She points me to it and checks her computer and says that there is an opening for it in 20 minutes if I want it.  I say I do and she is nice enough to make the call to reservations and put me on the list.  So, I get to bypass the line and walk  

over to my bath that is a big pool that I only have to share with 4 other people.  I get to float and just absorb the mineral waters for over an hour.  It’s not as warm as the waters in Turkey and I have to keep putting my face underwater to keep it from freezing in the cold air that surrounds us, but it feels great.  Mainly for the time away from John’s coughing and Oscar’s bouncing off the walls energy.  I feel a little guilty when I get out and get dressed again, and head back home since I left them alone all that time, but

John says that Oscar was good.  Of course, as soon as I walk in the door, he’s like a wild man that can’t be controlled, can’t be quiet and is jumping off the furniture.  It’s weird.  I have my bus pass for the day and take him to the park that we’ve passed numerous times, so John can get some time with peace and quiet.  This playground is huge with multiple levels and we only scratch the surface of it.  Even though the sun is out, it’s still cold and I realize that I could never live here.  I feel the cold here in my bones in a way that I don’t in Michigan.  Maybe it’s the dampness with the cold that 

makes it so bad, but I have taken more extremely hot showers in the few days we’ve been in England than the rest of the trip.  It was snowing in Istanbul, but I didn’t feel like this.  Like I’ll never get warm again….sad, but I don’t like this little island that my ancestors came from.  It’s a hard night all around with Oscar acting up and I’m not really sure why.  He is trying to push our buttons and succeeding very admirably with John because he makes a statement that gets John’s Southern Gentleman DNA going.  He’s telling me he hates me because I’ve taken away his

phone for his misbehavior, John says that he will respect his mother and he goes with that.  So, it’s John saying that he will respect his mother and Oscar goading him with not respecting me until I put a halt to the whole thing and put him in bed with us getting in bed.

Then Oscar realizes he's been bad and wants us to come sleep with him in his bed.  We have to have some cuddle time with the person he doesn’t respect, daddy can’t give cuddles right now because John believes that we somehow have not been exposed yet to the cold he’s carrying and if he doesn’t touch

us, we'll stay healthy…..I don’t think he understands how germs work, but we finally all get to sleep.