My Mexican Massage

A few weeks ago, I spent a wonderful vacation in sunny Cabo San Lucas, Mexico.  I traveled with my two daughters and two very good friends.  Yes, there we were five women looking for relaxing and adventure and one afternoon we got both.

It was just my two girls and myself spending the day together.  We had gone whale watching which included beer and guacamole for breakfast.  Later, we had lunch at a local restaurant near the waterfront.  While searching for the closest bathroom, we ran across a salon that advertised 1 hour massages for $20.00.  Seriously??   I told the girls, we should check it out and it would be my treat.  Well there is strength in numbers and if nothing else it would be something interesting to tell my friends right?

A tiny young lady told us that it was a professional deep tissue massage.  Just then 2 men came walking out of the room looking red faced and with messed up hair.  Then I got a little nervous thinking professional at what??  Melissa and I where brought into one room together.  It consisted of two tables a mesh covering over each table, including a tiny white towel.  Loud techno disco music playing in the background, no sheets, no blankets and we had already decided by Allie's suggestion that undies where staying on didn’t want to chance bringing something alive back from Mexico.  During our first night in the hot tub while enjoying the bubbles, Allie had stated, “I just might as well start the Monostate 7 right away”!    She can be such a buzz kill.

I tried to talk to the massage therapist about my sore hip and what was lost in translation was changed to “giver hell”!  Next came sharp little elbows finding tight areas in my back that had been safely hidden by my ribs.   I tried to relax and breathe as my muscles were being torn away from my body.  At one point as I was face down, I realized the massage therapist had climbed on top of me.  What that’s never happened before?  This is getting weird and I started to giggle.  I opened my eyes to see what was going on with Melissa and was shocked to see the little female massage therapist she started with had now turned into a large Hispanic man with jeans and a t-shirt on.  And me right next to them with a little towel covering my not so little body.   Just then my massage therapist whispered something in my ear was it “I want you” or “turn over”?  I held on to the towel and flipped as fast as I could.

Well you will be glad to know that the only “happy ending” that took place that day was when the massage was finally over and we headed back to the resort.