Mystery Massage

Addendum: Trust is believing that God is firmly in control, and anything that comes into my life is good and right OR redeemable. Some things that people do to other people are simply evil and wrong. But God can take the ugliest thing and redeem it for good.

Needed to add that, as my thoughts evolve and clarify.

Tried to have devotions by the pool today; the nice, quiet area seemed perfect for contemplation. Except that, they chose to play a Glee CD at the exact same time. VERY distracting. "I am the vine, you are the branches…" "Don't stop believin'…" "Shout for joy to God our strength…" "…I'm defying gravity, and you won't bring me down…" "If you will keep the commandments which I am giving you today…" "…don't rain on my parade!" Wow. An exercise in concentration.

Funny story of the day:
It happened today, so the others will just have to wait.

As the title indicates, I am not sure what massage I actually got today. I thought I was going to get an herbal massage, but what I got felt more like a sea salt scrub, which is also an option at this spa. There was definitely salt and coarse sugar, and I feel quite buffed, polished, and scrubbed. One explanation could be that the English word "herbal" and the local word for "salt" sort of sound similar. I will try to untangle this mystery tomorrow.

Regardless, I got a young, 25-year-old girl who was absolutely fascinated by the fact that I spoke her language. Although apologizing many times that she was talking to me when she was sure I just wanted to relax, she simply couldn't help asking me all the questions that came to her mind. These included my marital status, if I had children and why not, my age and my weight. None of these questions are considered pushy or off-limits here. I'm just surprised we didn't get to my salary, and how much we pay to rent our house.

When she heard I was the ripe old age of 38, she exclaimed at how young I look. She told me she has an aunt my age, and she looks really old already. As she massaged and talked, she admired how pretty my skin was for someone so old. Mid-way through the massage, I flipped over and she began on the front. As she applied the scrub to my chest—polishing and buffing ALL over—she giggled and said, "Even your breasts are nice!" Oh, dear.

It's not always to your advantage to speak the local language.

Got a text from the woman who agreed to check in on my kitty. She said the little cat is happy and has plenty of food and water. Relief.