06/25/2025
I spent five days in paradise with my best friend. My first girls’ trip ever! As soon as we got to our condo we went for a walk on the beach. A lady approached us pretty quick and asked us a question. I don’t speak Spanish so I panicked and looked away. She walked back by us a few minutes later and handed us her card.
OHHHHHHHHH little did she know she had landed the right girls. My bestie and I met in massage school 25 years ago. Getting a massage on the beach was on the agenda when we started planning the trip.
By the next morning I was laying on her table. Just a rusty old table stuck in the sand between two palm trees. No music just the sound of the ocean and a warm breeze. I couldn’t talk to her and tell her what I needed. No bells or whistles…just me, her, and human touch.
It was glorious. She had me flip over and even massaged my stomach and rib cage. I exhaled for the first time in a long time. Then she worked on Rachel. We booked another massage for two days later.
The next session was just as good. Except this time I cried. Tears just crept out of my eyes with gratitude for this session and for this lucky life I have. I got my phone out and had google translate this to her: you were my favorite part of my trip here. She smiled big and we hugged.
I came home humbled. I saw a lot, learned a lot, and went way out of my comfort zone more than once. I came home reminded of what a powerful thing touch is. Massage is in my soul.
