When in Sweden, you should totally get the massage. I've just returned, moments ago, from my first, but not my last. A few different lead-ins for this blog were racing through my head. "I'm leaving Jeff for a woman named Mari" or "Hurts So Good" (Mellencamp MUST have had a Swedish massage) or maybe, "What were you waiting for? You're in flippin' Sweden, get the massage!". Oh yeah, I got the massage. O.k., so you can't judge an entire country or practice by one experience, that wouldn't be fair. So just to be sure that Sweden deserves the credit for Swedish massage, I'm going to do it again...and again...and again. I got Mari's name from Jorgen's Dag Mamma, Eva (also the source of Jeff & Neal's sauna experience). When I arrived at her house, Mari greeted
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