I spent an hour of my afternoon on the massage table. My masseuse, Beth, and I chattered away as she applied all the right pressure to my tight shoulders, hips, and hamstrings.
"Wow, that spot is really tight," I remarked as she dug into my right glute.
"That's exactly what I was going to say," she laughed.
We spent most of the time talking about New Orleans. She goes there often, and I'll head down for French Quarter Fest in April.
"The New Orleans School of Cooking is located right near Jackson Square. Don't miss it! They have, by far, the best pralines to be found in New Orleans. And be sure to look for a second line to participate in. Wait, I have a guy I can contact to see what will be happening when you're down there."
Beth is more excited about my trip than I am. And I'm pretty darn excited!
An hour later I stumbled into the sunlight feeling relaxed and ready to hit the streets of the French Quarter.
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