she rubbed me the right way

<-- thomas is making this a photo free blog...

today i had the pleasure of getting a massage to relax all the tensions away.  you know the ones, grading, police reports, students, heat. 

i love that in france, spas and pharmacies are like starbucks and mcdonalds in the us; they are everywhere and on every corner.  i am exaggerating about the spas being on every corner, but the pharmacies sure are.  and the spas can be found on every other street corner.

i am not about to make generalizations about the french and what they like, but they sure do know what i like.  these people get me.  they know i like homeopathic drugs and i like it when people rub my back.  i love massages more than i love chocolate.  actually, that isn't true, but i would be hard pressed to decide between the two.  there has to be a way to have them both at the same time....

but today was a real turning point in my massage experiences.  it involves my feet.  you see, i need a pedicure but have this issue where i don't want anyone to come near my feet... touching them really wigs me out.  but i was too lazy to explain this to the masseuse today, and consequently, i let her touch my feet.

i won't say that i enjoyed that part tremendously, especially when she was touching my toes, but i didn't flail my body off the table and start screaming obscenities in any language i could think of either.  i think this is a step in the right direction.  namely a much needed pedicure.

maybe, in order to get over this foot quirk that i have, i need to go into massage therapy.  once a week, get a massage to help me deal with this... i think i should give that a shot...