My right foot is yummy

My aunt invited me to her company's retreat at a spa resort just outside of Taipei for a weekend of relaxation and pampering. The place was incredible, it had reclined chairs with water jets that keeps me afloat above the chair, little semi-circular seats with water jets that gives a great back massage and tickles the bottom of my feet, a strong jet that charges at you from the front so that the swimsuit inflates like a balloon, two types of "car wash" water jets that spray at you as you walk underneath, five small pools of flavored (and colored) water including lavender, ginger, mint, rose, and sage (I think, or some other kind of furry herb), several other pools with temperatures ranging from cool tepid to comfortably hot, industrial-sized saunas, heated stone beds, and the piece de la resistance, a pond of warm water fish that nibble at your dead skin cells - crazy! They look like koi fish, and are larger than guppies but smaller than goldfish. How they survive and not cook in such warm waters, I don't know. We sat at the rim of the pond and dipped our feet in. At first it felt ticklish with just a few fish, and then more started coming, and I could feel their little hungry mouths open and close, trying to get at a tasty morsel of dead skin cell, and by the looks of it, my right foot must be quite the culinary treat! Mmmmm....dead skin.....yummy!