Mental blogging.....

One of the funny things that happens when you have a blog is you find yourself blogging at times when you are not actually at the computer. I just blogged through and entire 50 minute massage....blogged and tried not to laugh.

Everyone has told us that we MUST get ayurvedic massages while we were in Kerala- and since we like following the crowd- Ang found a place that seemed 'fine' today. Of course we did no research- which is often time why we find ourselves in ridiculous situations.

We walked in and I immediately figured out that there was only one woman massage "therapist." The "therapist" took Ang into another room- and told me to wait on this weird little bench outside. I finally decided that I didn't really want to wait to get massaged by the same lady (they had said we could go at the same time) and since the door wasn't even really shut on Ang's massage room- I knocked and walked in. Much to my surprise- Ang was sitting cross legged- only in underwear and the woman had tied some ridiculous head band around her head. I tried not to laugh- and then told the woman I would get a massage another day. Due to the limited English...I was soon explaining my story to the man downstairs who ASSURED me she would be with me in a few minutes, while Ang got a different treatment she had signed up for. So....I bit the bullet and headed back to my weird little bench to wait.

Soon she directed me to a room with a mat on the floor and said "everything".....I'm sure my blank stare told her that "everything" was not enough direction for me...and she was soon motioning for me to remove all my clothes. Now....I'm not necessarily the MOST modest, but I do try to make a habit out of not getting completely nude in front of strangers. Even in the states, while getting a massage (in which you are also covered by a sheet) I wear underwear.  Regardless....I soon was following directions and nude on the mat...also sitting cross legged- wondering when my weird headband would be tied around my head. Also wondering WHY did Ang get to wear underwear? The whole time I'm blogging about the situation in my head.....

I found out later that the headband was for Ang's other procedure that she had signed up for. Now the woman could probably care less about me being naked...but it is ALL I can think about. She starts massaging me with a cooking-type oil and the entire time I'm trying not to laugh. I can't stop picturing Ang in the headband...I can't believe I'm in this situation....and since I'm laughing I look like a Class A pervert during the entire massage. She did in fact massage my entire body....for 40 minutes....and about a gallon of oil, most of which is still caked onto my body. It wasn't the most relaxing experience....but poor Ang just walked into the computer lab and said she needed to process through the entire experience- so it must have been a doozy for her too.

Here's to a little more research next time.....