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Of all the raised eyebrows we garnered from our home tours, the sauna brought forth the most questions, hands down. Where? How big is it? How does it work? And mostly: Why on earth?
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| I’ll tell you Why on Earth: bliss. |
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| As it turns out, if you spend a mere twenty minutes in a hot cedar box with German Punk Rock on repeat, you are anew. Transformed. Ready and able to take on the world yet again, or at least flip the pancakes. |
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| Early flu symptoms? Sauna. Allergies? Sauna. An overwhelmed mind? Sauna, sauna. |
The thing is this: Martin’s definition of a sauna conjured memories of his village sauna, of a rich and vibrant German community where everyone owned a sauna, where it was perfectly normal to sneak away for a half hour in the middle of the day to ladle fresh water onto hot rocks, take deep breaths until your mind clears, then roll in the snow and do it all over again. Me? My definition of a sauna was the tiled, slightly mildewing steam shower at the recreation center.
Tell me: what’s something out-of-the-ordinary you’ve done in your own home lately? I’d love to hear! And if you have any sauna questions, I’m happy to wrangle my own resident renaissance Martin to answer them in the future!
