Something I Meant to Tell You

Every morning when we have coffee, Max goes for a short walk to have a smoke. One of the places that he sits for his smoke is in front of a "Spa". There is a sign for a reflexology session - so he offered to give that to Jules for Valentines Day - (correct me if the story is not quite right - I only ever listen with one ear). Jules thought it might be nice if we all had one but only the girls were interested. Okay and it was booked for 7:00 p.m.

We arrive all excited, wondering what we have gotten ourselves in for. We were ushered into this dimly lit room with four recliner chairs. We sat down and a large tub of water was placed between our chairs and an ottoman like stool. Our attendants reclined us - covered  us with blanket as they talked among themselves in a foreign language - I looked over at Annie she had a very nervous grin on her face, Ingrid had a big smile on her face too. They had taken Jules' glasses and her eyes were closed. Then they placed our feet into the tub of water - oh man - it was HOT. While our feet were soaking (well at this point I could not see so I should say while MY feet were soaking) the attendant assigned to me started massaging my face - FACE - my mind is racing - we were here for a foot massage or "something" for the feet. Relax I kept saying just relax. Let your mind go and enjoy the moment. My forehead, cheeks and chin were massaged but it was only slightly enjoyable - it was more like pulling of the skin. I am going to say a she because when we arrived there were some women in the front but a young man lead us to the back where there were two women and an older man. Boy are we trusting. Next my neck and shoulders with some nice smelling lotion - but man did she have strong hands - massaging of my shoulders was now boardering on painful. But then it stopped. What now? My feet were lifted out of the now warm water and my legs were being massaged - now this was very nice. Then my feet. Oh joyful day - this could be kept up for hours.  I believe we must have been getting near the end - smacking of feet could be heard and then my feet were being smacked - and my legs pulled until I thought my knees would come disjointed. Then silence and nothing. I felt like I was in a cocoon. Finally the towels were removed and we were assisted into a sitting position. We all seemed to have smiles on our faces. And our discussion afterwards was this was a postive experience for all.

SIDE NOTE: Ingrid can speak Cantonese and she did understand what they were saying - she said to Annie that they were discussing who would take which client. Hmmmmmmmm.