The brochure promises the $75, 50-minute Swedish massage will produce the “deepest of calm to your being.” So true. I could have slept for six hours when it was over.
My massage therapist, Karla, was relaxed and friendly, to just the right point. As I chatted, she answered minimally and let things quiet down naturally. I appreciated this as much as the heated bed. Soft music blurred most of the sounds from the other side of the wall, and I fell in and out of that neither-here-nor-there zone of consciousness. Karla knew what areas needed work without my telling her.
Roxsan’s open waiting area has a sign reminding clients to turn off cell phones and leave children elsewhere. Unfortunately, this should-be serene space is close enough to the pedicure chairs that I got a lesson in blackjack while I drank my postmassage herbal tea.