The Art of Massage

On Saturday, CityCrab treated me to a day at the spa. We have a new day spa that opened here called Urbana. It is actually a Cty Spa & Tea Bar and some evenings that serve wine, natch. It is a very cool space and I think they have the whole spa thing down. Even though it is located in a strip mall you are transcended to a den of cool and calm the moment you walk in. The lobby/lounge area is a mix between a W Hotel gift shop and a cool lounge. The tea bar has extremely comfortable chairs even though I was initially wary climbing up into them. And, the tea is out of this world. I am new to tea and, as someone new to it, I am unaware of all that tea is. Here they let you taste & smell the tea. They brew it for you and give complimentary samples. I always go home with at least 4oz of exotic flavors.

As I was getting my heavenly massage, my mind wandered, as it often does. I started to ponder the mystery of massage. Here you are, naked, vulnerable with only a thin cotton sheet separating you from a stranger rubbing their hands all over your body. As these thoughts started to run through my head, my body began to tense a little and it was almost as though the masseuse could read my mind. She instructed me to relax. I decided to heed her advice and enjoy it and let my mind turn to mush. I decided to enjoy myself and not solve the mystery that day.