Which Of These Things Does Not Belong?

October 21, 2016

Which one of these things does not belong? Remember that game on Sesame Street?


 Well, it brings to mind my very first SPA experience in Ecuador.


We were in Baños and it was during our first couple of weeks in the country.


I was feeling a little stressed with trying to learn the language. Each communication session was full of grunting and pointing. Keeping the conversations inline with my 36 memorized verbs and 15 short sentences was exhausting on some days.


Anyways I decided to treat myself to some spa treatments. I picked a location that looked clean and reputable. Where the word MASSAGE seemed to imply the relaxation kind rather than ....... well you know what.....


From the menu, I chose to have a full body massage followed by a pedicure.


The massage went well, I can't complain, they hit all the right spots and I was definitely feeling more relaxed.


The experience did lack the ambiance one would expect in a relaxation massage setting. The soft music, maybe some essential oils, a candle or soft lighting, none of that was present, but the lady had very capable hands.


One obvious difference is that in any massage I had in the past I typically would start by laying on my stomach and end by turning over on my back; this lady did the opposite.


As the hour-long session came to an end, I found myself laying on my belly, with my face down in the hole.


She left the room and I laid there thinking a light blanket would be nice. I will relax for a bit as I am sure she is setting up the foot bath for my pedicure. She will come get me when it is ready.


My vision was slightly skewed and based on my North American Experience.


About 5 minutes later, I heard her come back in the room and not so quietly fumbling around and all of a sudden I hear a power tool.


It all happened so suddenly as I lay there in only my panties, chilly, with my face in the hole, I tried to swing my head around to see what was about to happen.


Before I knew it she had picked up my foot in her hand and was going to town with a grinder to my heels. Every inch of my foot was sanded and dry polished. I am pretty sure the heel print was removed.

Now certainly I can admit that I may not have the softest feet around, but typically a warm soak and a little hand sanding will do the trick.


I remember laying in my panties feeling rather vulnerable and struggling between the thoughts of 'Are you freaking kidding me' and 'OMG this is freaking hilarious'


I could not help but wonder if she was wearing safety glasses or not. They didn't seem to follow the 'safety first' policies of back home, but still, a power tool is a power tool no matter where you live and when you have flying 'stuff' it is best to wear a little protection.


I have to say, the outcome was that I had soft feet and polished nails; I won't dispute that in the end, it worked. No one that seen me would have noticed the little bit of underlying trauma on my face.

To this day when I think about it, I crack up laughing.


I want to end with a shameless plug:


A SPA DAY at Casa Blanca Playa Cautivo does not include power tools, they are locked tightly in the Bodega, nothing but true relaxation here. Only 2 more seats available on Nov 9.




PS....she was not wearing safety glasses....


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