It hurts so good

This morning my legs are speckled with little bruises. A testament to the strong thumbs of the masseuse and the firm leg massage I got last night after dinner.

Following our meal, our walk brought us to one of the many Thai massage parlors that abound and remembering how much we enjoyed getting our feet rubbed at the end of a long day, we went in.

The ladies practice reflexology, some of which borders on painful and I ask her to be more gentle. Certainly, her tiny thumbs can poke hard into your calves and the evidence is there today. Despite this, I'm going back later for more.

And finally, time to read another paragraph in my book. It's the same book I started when I left Red Deer 3 weeks ago. Three weeks on one book! I can hardly believe it.

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