I am in Mendocino with my boyfriend.
On the way home from walking around town (which took very little time, and even the shops that said they would open at 11:00 had not opened yet), we decided to stop into the Stevenswood Resort and Spa.
I’d heard of Stevenswood while listening to KQED. A station I choose to avoid in favor of KALW, but it was pledge drive time and I was navigating through it. KQED said, “If you donate $120, or $10 per month, we’ll give you a $100 gift certificate to the Stevenswood Spa in Mendocino.” Since B. and I had already decided to go to Mendocino, I reached for my laptop to look it up.
Whoa. The rooms cost $399 to $895 depending on demand. It’s gorgeous. A bit too over the top for this stage of my relationship. I sent it to B. with a note saying, “Something to aspire to.”
I considered the gift certificate. It would hardly make a dent.
Then KQED went to a “listener perspective.” Reason #2 that I don’t listen to KQED. (Reason #1 is either that their announcers sound like drunk old men or that their “news” is not news; it’s prerecorded narratives that don’t tell me anything I want to know when I listen to the radio in the morning.) The listener perspective was from an Silicon Valley engineer who went on about how MBAs are useless and ruining Silicon Valley, and he told a story about a young woman with whom he didn’t work with well. He generalized over this experience.
- They’ve hit a new low.
- I will not donate money.
- They just alienated people who have money, which during a pledge drive, immediately after they asked for money, is even more stupid than I thought they were.
I went online and told them so.
Back to Mendocino. B. and I stopped into Stevenswood to check out the spa products and maybe the spa. We were met by Connie, who is the nicest, most wonderful person in the world. She gave us brochures, and when I commented that they even have a bar in the spa, she said, “Oh, we are having a free wine and olive oil tasting.” So we joined in — great wine, yummy olive oil on terrific bread.
If we had just had the wine and olive oil tasting, it would have been enough. Dayenu.
B. decided we should see a room (for future visits), and Connie gave us a tour. The rooms are great. Tempur-pedic beds. The tasting and the tour would have been enough. Dayenu.
We asked her if we could have massages immediately, and she said yes. Dayenu.
But before we have our massages, would we like to go sit in the hot tub? For as long as we’d like? She provided a set of bathrobes and flip flops, towels, and showed to the outdoor private hot tub, open to the sky and the trees, totally gorgeous. It drizzled in a beautiful way. Dayenu.
We sat in that hot tub saying, “Holy cow, what just happened?”
Prior to the massage, we rested in the waiting area on incredibly comfy chaise lounges with our heads supported by Tempur-pedic pillows. It would have been enough just to do that. Dayenu.
Hot stone deep tissue massage in the couples room. Dayenu.
“By the way,” Connie said, “we have champagne and chocolate-dipped strawberries for after you are done.” Dayenu.
As we returned to the chaise lounges to have our champagne and chocolate-dipped strawberries, they put down comforters over us so we could keep warm.
When we returned to our room, the sun had come out (contrary to all predictions), and it was warm. We sat on the deck in the sun and looked out at the ocean and said, “Dayenu.”
LISA F. EMERYVILLE, CA, UNITED STATES