One Sunday morning, I decided I needed some respite and escaped from my boys. I caught a cab and gave the driver directions to go to Sunday market. Having nothing really in mind to shop for, I wandered aimlessly around the market when I got there. Found a couple of blouses for my sis and bought them.
Not long afterwards, I passed by some people offering massages. They had this cozy little corner at the clothes section, and aromatherapy scents filled the air. Their comfortable-looking massage chairs looked very inviting, and my tired and aching feet just couldn't resist the invitation. So a foot massage I got. For the first time. And hooked to massages I became.
That was just about three months ago. I can't believe I've been missing it all these years I've been here in Thailand. Where massage parlors are as bountiful as seven-elevens. But that's history now. Now I know that foot massages are relaxing and blissful, and not painful like I believed it was, they have found its way into my monthly budget. It's perfect especially when I'm experiencing that monthly cramping and aching.
There was this black pastor who came to visit our church with a group of other blacks from England a few weeks back. He shared how happy they were to have visited Thailand. And that for many of them, it was their first time to have a massage.
"You guys live in paradise!" he exclaimed.
Yup, massages can be synonymous to paradise. You know, you're all stressed and worked up over so many issues in your life, then you enter this sweet-smelling room, aptly decorated to make you relax just with the sight of it, with soft music in the air, and you can't help but feel that you've entered wonderland. You drop into the luxuriously soft leather-upholstered chair and you instantaneously unwind. The masseuse then gently washes your feet with warm water, dry them with soft towels, and props your feet up in a perfectly relaxing position. If you're anything but like me, you'd fall asleep right there and then.
And you'll wake up refreshed and completely relaxed. And so looking forward to your next massage.
4 comments:
you indeed live in paradise. i always dreamed to be an expat's wife there in thailand, but opportunities for my husband were quite rare.. then i dreamed to be an expat there, but economy is not cooperative, our company's tighting the budget.. so now, all i could dream of are short work travels there.. but not too soon..
Analyse, sadly, because of the political unrest right now, many tourists are shunning this paradise we live in. but hey, things are not all that bad, for us at least, and all others who are not too scared to venture out here again. airlines, hotels, and spas will soon be giving huge discounts to attract tourists and cut down on their losses.
really?? i'ver never given it much thought. a former office mate used to bug me about foot massage. now, reading your blog makes me want to have one!
a week ago my son and i were on vacation at my in laws. my sister in law gave me full-body massage but it was minus the relaxing scents and all. hehe and minus foot massage. i think foot massage would be more heavenly :)
Anne, you really should get one! If only you're here, I'd set a foot massage date with you! There's nothing like it gid, I feel so rested and relaxes after the whole experience!
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