But recently, a different combo struck, sending me to that table: first, the need for release and relaxation was too pressing to ignore and then a friend opened a full-service spa. It seemed like the golden opportunity to invite the strong, well-oiled hands of an unknown Cuban macho to get acquainted with my body…. Or a strip mall in the Valley specializing in waxing, wrapping, threading, and peeling?
All of the spas I know here see note 2 , are mansions or grand homes at least, with living rooms converted to fully-equipped gyms, bedrooms repurposed for Pilates, and closets retrofitted as saunas. In the gleaming, marble bathroom, I was instructed to change into the robe provided. Just then, the masseur appeared. He was big not wide, which was good, and had the sculpted muscles of a gym rat, nicely displayed in a skin-tight wife beater.
Except for his braces adult orthodontia is big here , he was easy on the eyes, which is neither here nor there since my baby blues would be closed, but like having an unattractive or downright ugly gynecologist, it never hurts.
Wait, what?! Feel the burn!!! My mind flew into high gear, considering his query:. When it became clear Mr. Needless to say, this masajito was doing nothing for the knots tucked deep beneath my shoulders and my related stiff neck. When it came time for me to turn my lily white self over, the draping acrobatics commenced.
I resigned myself to the fact that my mind and body were not going to attain any bliss today. Just then there was a knock on the door; a muchacha entered asking if she could leave her bag in the massage room. Notes 1. I have only heard of the breast massage once before, from an extremely mild-mannered and sweet Mexico City guy who was doing massages in Merida at Luz en Yucatan, in fact!
