I managed to talk Marty into going for a relaxing massage tonight. This was the first time we have been to a Japanese spa and it wasn’t quite what I was expecting (the other spas I have been to in Japan have been Thalassotherapy salons). First of all it was noisy as the massage room was right beside the locker area full or children and adults changing for the natural springs. It also didn’t feel very relaxing. (Actually at one point I thought that the tiny woman who was massaging me was going to succeed in pulling my head off.) I was pulled, thumped, rubbed, slapped, stretched and straddled. Every bone and muscle was poked and prodded and then manipulated.

Thankfully I do feel relaxed now. As Marty said afterwards it was much more of a “you are broken and we are going to fix you massage” than any we’ve had before. I wish I spoke more Japanese so that I could have asked what exactly needed fixing.