We finally did it -- a foot massage! And it was lovely. And worth every one of those 20 dollars. Of course, we had heard about foot massages before arriving in Shanghai ("they're so cheap, you can get one every day!"); we just hadn't gotten around to it. Last night, on a whim, we went for the big splurge.
After picking our service (a 60-minute foot massage) and choosing a three-star massage therapist (versus five-star, which is slightly more expensive), the hostess took us to a two-person room where we plopped down on big, comfy chairs and turned on our small TV. We were then brought warm tea and watermelon, and waited comfortably for our masseuses. Two young ladies came in with large buckets of piping hot tea water. Following Mike's lead (he had done this before with his parents), I put my feet in the bucket and sat on the ottoman while my masseuse started on my neck and shoulders. It was painfully wonderful. After maybe 15 minutes, we sat back into our chairs and they started on our feet. They began massaging, placing just enough pressure on particular spots of each foot to make me feel like jello. This went on for a solid 35 minutes. Next, they wrapped our legs in warm towels and finished up with five minutes of gentle hammering, using what looked like doctors' reflex hammers. That might have been my favorite part. When it was all over, we slipped on our flip-flops and walked home on what felt like clouds.
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