The world’s best massage
It was the best massage I had ever experienced. And let me set the record straight. While I have enjoyed massages on four continents, I am no massage junkie. I find too often that the promise and the pitch fall way short in reality…the touch is too tentative or too uneven, too rote or too rough.
I am also no great meditator. My busy, restless mind wanders across the white noise of minutiae instead of stilling itself.
But here, now, lying on a table in an exquisitely minimal building wedged into a cliff, its huge sliding glass doors thrown open to the Pacific Ocean crashing onto the Californian coast, I am in the moment, naked except for a towel and a masseuse is kneading my back with long rhythmic strokes that mirror the rumble of the surf a few meters below. A seagull rides the airwaves at eye level when I gaze for a moment at the sun’s rays...Read More