Massage for You?

We seem to be staying on Calle de la Massage as we are constantly propositioned to be a recipient of such services. We have visited several massage providers at steeply discounted rate over what you would pay in the U.S., about $8/hr. This is all Patti's doing of course. She gets the bargaining gene from her mom who is an expert in the field.

The technique on the street is to get you in with a bait and switch which usually amounts to at least doubling the price. But Patti has been able to keep them right down around the original quote by simply walking from the deal when they say it is 'this' type of massage, not 'that' type of massage. For instance, the type quoted would be for a very light massage, like a tickle vs. a real massage.

As for services rendered, you never really know what you are going to get. Kinda like ordering food. Riley has ordered Hamburgesa de Pollo twice and got what amounted to a veggie burger each time, even when the bill reads Pollo. I am thinking she ordered what the chicken eats, not the chicken to be eaten.

The same can be said of the massage experience.  All we are looking for is a nice foot rub, fully clothed, in the sitting position. Our first massage had our pants off and was more of a leg massage leaving the feet very neglected.

The second massage ushered me in to the pain cave.  The masseuse actually spent about 20% of the hour on my feet, but unfortunately 80% was on the calves. My calves are the most sorely neglected of my muscle groups and are in desperate need of myofacial release, read - they are super painful when rubbed and rubbed they were, deep tissue rubbed.  My one hour massage lasted 6 hours as I silently screamed the whole time. I could have stopped her but I knew I needed it. Thanks a lot Patti!

The girls seemed to enjoy theirs but complained about people switching on and off between them. My masseuse used oil on my legs, which is pretty typical, but was also using oil on her phone as she sent the occasional text on her flip phone. I cannot handle a slightly oily screen on my remedial phone, just imagine the goo on hers.

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