Some of you may have heard of the infamous Chinese Foot Massage. Some say it is like angels are caressing your calfs and toes, while other may feel that it is the equivalant of putting your feet in a meat grinder. Honestly, it is both.
Saturday night was my last night with the Liu family, and the one thing I have been begging them to do with me is the Chinese Foot Massage. So that night, we had dinner at a Japanese Ramen joint and ice cream for dessert, and then we began the search for a foot massage parlor.
After selecting a pretty famous parlor near the Wufunpu Clothing Market, we stripped our socks off, laid back, and let the masters (I got the MASTER of the parlor!) do their magic. In the beginning, the massage was just a simple rubbing of muscles and toes. As the massage progressed, the master began to apply more and more pressure, especially to my little toes. That is when I started wiggling with discomfort. The massage went on for an hour, and for a good majority of the time, my eyes were squeezed shut and nose crinkled in pain and laughter. I guess I could describe the massage as the worst case of foot tickling you will ever experience: really fun at first, but after a awhile, you just want to kick the person messing with your toesies in the face. LUCKILY, I am old enough to keep my foot under control, and therefore not kick the old master in the face.
When the time was up, I stood up on jelly like legs, put my socks and shoes on, and sat down in a chair while I waited for King and Cindy. In those few moments, I felt so calm, so serene, almost as if a great healing had gone through me during that foot massage, and now no problem in the world could possibly unhinge me. That feeling made all the discomfort of the massage worth it. So my advice to you is, when in Taiwan, get a foot massage.
That is all for now!
Thanks for reading,
-A.
Saturday night was my last night with the Liu family, and the one thing I have been begging them to do with me is the Chinese Foot Massage. So that night, we had dinner at a Japanese Ramen joint and ice cream for dessert, and then we began the search for a foot massage parlor.
After selecting a pretty famous parlor near the Wufunpu Clothing Market, we stripped our socks off, laid back, and let the masters (I got the MASTER of the parlor!) do their magic. In the beginning, the massage was just a simple rubbing of muscles and toes. As the massage progressed, the master began to apply more and more pressure, especially to my little toes. That is when I started wiggling with discomfort. The massage went on for an hour, and for a good majority of the time, my eyes were squeezed shut and nose crinkled in pain and laughter. I guess I could describe the massage as the worst case of foot tickling you will ever experience: really fun at first, but after a awhile, you just want to kick the person messing with your toesies in the face. LUCKILY, I am old enough to keep my foot under control, and therefore not kick the old master in the face.
When the time was up, I stood up on jelly like legs, put my socks and shoes on, and sat down in a chair while I waited for King and Cindy. In those few moments, I felt so calm, so serene, almost as if a great healing had gone through me during that foot massage, and now no problem in the world could possibly unhinge me. That feeling made all the discomfort of the massage worth it. So my advice to you is, when in Taiwan, get a foot massage.
That is all for now!
Thanks for reading,
-A.