We finally roll out of bed around 9:30 just in time to catch the breakfast buffet which was included in our room. Then back to the beachJ
Bo, you would have loved it… topless women everywhere.
We hang out here until about 2:30 and then head into the city to grab lunch before our 5PM massages. We are so excited to wind down and relax and head to our massages a couple of minutes early. Now our worst nightmare begins…. Warning: never get a massage in Europe!!
Matt’s version: A guy comes back and tells us to follow him, he then says that one of us is to stay with him while the other goes with his colleague. Debbie stays and I follow the other guy. He takes me into a room and asks me to take off my clothes and get on the bed; he is going to step out for a moment. I am sure that a woman is going to come in to actually do the massage, right? Wrong! He comes back in and starts rubbing. I can’t relax, I want to get up and run out but I just have to lay there. One hour of another man giving me a massage! Finally, he is done, I dress as fast as possible. Thankfully, Debbie is already done and waiting for me. I grab her hand and we leave walking as fast as possible heads down past the front desk where both of the guys are standing and out the door. I was sure the entire time that Debbie must be enjoying her massage while I am about to vomit the entire time.
Debbie’s version: I have never had a guy give me a massage before, but I was ok with it. No big deal. I get into nothing but my thong and hop onto the bed and under a single small towel he had left there. He comes back in and pulls the towel and my thong to half way down my rear and starts. I feel a little uncomfortable that my butt is showing, but I figure that is how they do it here. Mid way through, with the towel folded up covering nothing but 5 inches of my ass he asks me to turn over. I stutter, excuse me, he repeats, turn over. I am now laying face up with nothing covered but 5 inches of my private area!! I am humiliated, I squeeze my eyes closed as tight as they go and wait for him to cover up my chest. Nope, he starts massaging my feet, while I lay there basically NAKED! Then, he makes his way up my legs and starts massaging my stomach! I’m sorry, but I’ve had many of massages and I have never had my stomach massaged. The whole time I’m thinking: what am I going to do if he starts giving me a breast exam! Do I still just lay there? Is this normal? The hour is over and he leaves the room. I lay there feeling as though I have been completely taken advantage of, with oil everywhere on my body other than my boobs. I leave the room and Matt’s not there. I wait for him to walk up, take his hand, put my head down and walk straight out. I can’t even look up for five minutes when someone says, thanks, bye. We are finally outside, fresh air… when: “wait, come back.” It is the guy who gave my massage. Matt and I were both so humiliated; we forgot we had to pay!!
Honestly, I think we are both scared for life. We go back into the room. Scrub off in the shower and stay there for about an hour in complete disgust!
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