A Massage

So I love massages, and after a week of traveling, I was IN NEED. So I asked mom if she knew of any place. Her "ladies" (the group of friends she has meet here) had told her about this one place. So yesterday I went.

Now, you do not make appointments really here. You show up and they take you. This is how it is for beauty salons, Dr. offices, Dentists. Very nice not to have to wait 3-5 weeks to see someone. I don't know how this works but it does. So anyway, I walk in and sure enough she takes me right back. I understand, through "sign language" that I am to undress and get on table. Ok, pretty normal. But she does not shut the door. Instead just pulls a screen in front of door. Ok, whatever- I am not modest. She comes in and puts hot towels on my back. Nice. Then puts a heat lamp on my back. Nice again. But so much time goes by, I begin to wonder if I am ever going to get a message. On top of that, it is not a message table so no place to put my face and the table is against the wall, so how is she going to do both sides.

But all ended well. She did massage me, and both sides; she just reached over. Have no clue why she just did not put table in middle of room. She was great. Very strong hands and worked out some very sore muscles. Better yet it cost me with tip less than $10 for an hour. Still no Heather Brewer, but will do till I get home.