I’ve had two massages in my life… soon to be three.

The first was in India in Agra. It was an hour long and felt so great in contrast to the dirty city we were in. Seriously, Agra was the dirtiest place in India. It’s a shame because the Taj Mahal is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.

The second was a first anniversary gift for my wife – we got massages at the same time. I called and asked for a couples’ massage, and the nice asian lady told me, “yeah sure no problem” in the typical way that asian women do when they don’t understand your request fully but want to make the sale and please.

This time, I will be in my new hometown, after three months of working straight with minimal breaks. I took a personal day off today to get my head back on straight, do some make-up homework, and relax.

Off I go!