I Got a "Moon Massage," and It's the Goop-iest Thing I've Ever Done

This past April was emotionally taxing. After many wonderful years in our tiny, outdated Upper West Side apartment, my boyfriend and I would be making the pilgrimage to Brooklyn, like the rest of the tristate 20-somethings we knew. Our new building is shiny and new and much more enticing than our old haunt, but we'd made so many incredible memories within those thin walls and parquet floors that packing up and shipping out felt like we were leaving so much behind, even though we had so much to look forward to. We've also been planning a wedding, balancing crazy work schedules, and had just experienced a death in the family, so to say my stress levels were in overdrive would be the understatement of the year. And talk about bad timing—I'd planned a trip to Mexico with three of my best friends right in the middle of all of this a few months prior. It was a completely inopportune time to be leaving the country, but I'd soon learn it was just the release I needed.

After two planes and an impossibly long airport shuttle ride packed with ornery travelers, I finally arrived at The Resort at Pedregal, the most picturesque vacation destination I've ever stayed in. The rooms are stacked within the cliffs of Cabo overlooking a pristine beach and turquoise water with a personal pool built into your balcony, so it's virtually impossible to have a "bad" view. But no amount of in-room relaxation could compare to my visit to the on-site Luna y Mar spa.

Considering the tension back home that had permeated my entire back, a massage treatment was a requirement. I took a quick glance at the spa menu and essentially closed my eyes and pointed at the signature moon massage. I figured maybe some moon stones would be involved and I'd somehow be aligned with the lunar cycle, but mostly I was looking forward to being rubbed down in a five-star spa for 90 minutes.

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This treatment was paid for by the resort. Editor's opinions are her own.

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