This blog was prompted by an ill fated wax experience in Buenos Aires. After asking for a spa recommendation from my hotel, I found myself inside a building that can only be described as a tenement and covered with a substance that I swear was just extremely hot dulce de leche. The woman going to work on me spoke no English and had bottle thick glasses. Suffice it to say that I found clumps of the so called wax on my legs for days afterwards, but was frankly glad to escape without something more contagious.
The appointment inspired me to share a my rolodex of some of my favorite spots:
