Quite literally. Watching Russia get their asses beat by Spain is somewhat more tolerable at the Dead Sea Kempinski, I have to say. The minibar is complimentary, I will have you know.
There are also salts for the bath, and many pools, and even one semi-private one for yours truly to indulge in.
And tomorrow I will slather myself with mud, and look out to where, beyond the hills, Jerusalem lies, and feel almost OK.
With thanks to the kind people who made this mini-break possible.
I love you all. Kiss kiss.