I Got a Facial at the Airport, and Here's What Happened

I have a new travel secret. It’s not a snazzy fare-tracking app or a rolling suitcase with a built-in charger, fingerprint ID lock, and GPS (though that would be cool). Nope, it’s the hour-long facial at JFK’s Be Relax spa. An airport may seem like the last place you’d ever want to get a facial (the term “airport spa” alone sounds unappealing, not to mention oxymoronic—have you ever once felt relaxed in an airport?), but air travel makes my skin go haywire. The stuffy yet super dry airplane air combines with stress to turn my complexion parched and patchy. So an in-terminal, extraction-free facial sounded as genius as Bluetooth wireless speakers or a self-heating memory-foam neck pillow.