Ah, La Bella Siena...
|Copyright 2014 by Virgo Publishing.|
|By: Teri Lanza|
|Posted on: 05/03/2006|
During my junior year of college, I spent six months studying abroad at "La Universitá per Stranieri," the School of Language and Culture for Foreigners, in Siena, Italy. As much as I'd love to take that trip down Memory Lane, it's actually not where I'm going with this post. I was simply reminded of this gorgeous gothic city when I stumbled across the website for the Siena Hotel Spa & Casino. The domestic version, as it turns out, is in Reno, Nev., where we'll be hosting the Inside Self-Storage Summer Expo during July 19-22.
We've been slowly unveiling Reno (and the surrounding Lake Tahoe area) as an ultimate locale for summer recreation and relaxation. Honestly, I’ve surprised myself a few times during the course of my market research, thanks to the wealth of offerings I’ve uncovered. But since we’re on “Siena” (ah, la dolce vita!), let’s keep things there for today.
Our expo host hotel is the Reno Hilton Resort & Casino, a lovely establishment with the largest casino in Northern Nevada. But I'm a sucker for a good spa, and I wasn't able to find information about one on the Hilton's website, so I did a little digging. This is where the Siena comes in.
The Spa at Siena not only features 11 therapy rooms for the standard slate of services—massage, facials, manicures, pedicures, waxing, body wraps and polishes, etc.—it also offers a menu of escape spa packages. The names alone are enough to make you sigh with pleasure: Bliss, Zen, Shiva, Serenity of Siena ... Personally, I'm leaning toward the Shiva, which includes a hot-stone massage, 30-minute hand and foot massage, 45-minute facial, 15-minute hydrotherapy tub and even lunch. The prices aren't horrendous for a posh hotel atmosphere, either. To view a full spa menu, click here.
So, sure, when you get to Reno, you can hit the beach and the waves. But when you're done punishing your body, skin and hair, treat yourself to a little slice of "Sienic" heaven.
Maybe I will take you on that little walk down memory lane sometime ... It starts with an Italian boy named Franco and a bottle of mysteriously dark Chianti ...
Me in Siena, Italy, at age 20 ... Hee, hee ...