My name is Jody, and I am a massage addict. I have had lovely ones in Los Angeles, muscle-busters in Byron Bay, Arab-flavoured joy in Jordan, inspiring rejuvenation in Israel and the utterly blissful in Barbados. I have been pummeled in St Petersburgh and un-kricked in Kuala Lumpur in my endless quest to find the perfect treatment.
Right on cue, just in time for the renowned festivities of Wenceslas Square, snow has fallen on the Golden City. As we stroll across Charles Bridge, carols echo down from the tower. White-tipped Baroque buildings and a twinkle of Christmas lights create the backdrop. Hot wine and chestnuts fill the hole.
When I was invited to review LaSource I was excited, very excited but also slightly worried. This sounds odd, I know. I realise how incredibly lucky I am, and believe me, I never take it for granted. But I'd been there before, a long time ago, I had memories, good ones, memories that I didn't want tarnished.
This spring I went to Bali for the second time in the last few months. Last time I left with a heavy sense of unaccomplishment; I didn't quite connect to the place. So I needed to make up for it this time round. Delving into what Bali is all about - all things health & spirituality - felt like the right thing to do. Luckily, there are plenty of places on the island of Gods to do that.