I traveled there once back in the 60s with my little dog and these three crazy guys. Thats when it was still known simply as Oz. We weren't really sure how to get there until this woman wearing a really outdated ball gown, gaudy tiara and hanging out with a bunch of strange looking little kids (hey, it was the 60s - we had no reason to question it) gave us directions. After we finally ditched her pesky, ugly sister and her creepy pet monkeys (they just kept following and following us could NOT take a hint!), we arrived only to find that it's actually just a big day spa. Not long after we settled in, a kind of weird thing happened - the eccentric, reclusive old guy in charge tried to convince us we just couldnt leave until we helped him off the ball gown chicks ugly sister with the bad attitude. It seems she was making a royal pest of herself, annoying the staff and trying to take over his business. Anyway, after a lot of whining and griping, we finally gave in and wasted her with a bucket of acid (ha, you probably thought it was water now, just how do you suppose THAT was going to work?). As to the spa experience well its true that the staff is really above average with the scissors, not to mention they give great massages and manicures. But, while it was a real relief to get off the road and relax I wouldnt call them super beings. And, considering what we were forced to do to get home definitely didnt make it much of a spiritual experience. (LOL - I think there are a few people around here who need to lighten up.)