I woke up yesterday to a posting on my facebook wall from Laura saying we were going to go to the fishy spa. I had absolutely NO idea what that was so I looked it up on google.  So we were going to go and stick our feet in fish tanks. Hmmmm. To be excited or freaked out?

I’m always up for a new adventure and, since I have survived rides in the car with Laura’s driver, I figured the fish would be a piece of cake.

We got to the Fish Spa which is in a very nice, upscale mall where the size Large clothing equates to a US size 6.

After paying we had to wash our feet before letting the little guys feast on the dead skin of our tootsies.

Then we went to the tank with the little fish in it.

After a few minutes, Laura asked if I was ready to move over to the big fish. And so we went.

Here’s how the fish look up close and personal.

That was a really interesting and fun experience. I was sort of surprised that the fish didn’t go after my heels more. Because I like to walk around barefoot so much, that’s usually the roughest part of my feet. But my feet do seem smoother!

I think those fishy guys like a little more than dead skin or else my nail polish was just the wrong color. I seem to be missing polish on the 4th toe of both feet! Next time I’ll wear bright red like Laura. 🙂