Massage Therapist in Haifa

When I was in the United States, I studied massage and reflexology at the Colorado School of Reflexology in Denver, and at Harbin in California.  Although I had the training, I never worked professionally as a massage therapist because I wanted to do something more important with my life, but it looks like that's never going to happen.  Moving in Israel and not speaking the language, doing massage therapy would be a perfect way to make an income especially until David found a job.

Also, since I'm older now, and my youthful beauty has been replaced by a big fat stomach the likelihood of getting hired for a "real" job is greatly diminished.

We chose a two bedroom/1 bath apartment, which in Israel is called a three room apartment.  The three rooms are the living room and two bedrooms: the kitchen and bathroom are assumed.  The building is on what deceitfully appears to be a quiet street.  It is quiet in the evenings -- after say midnight -- and all day on Shabbat.  The rest of the time it is pretty noisy with cars, buses and people.  What's weird is the street really isn't that busy, but it is still loud here nonetheless.

We wanted a place with an extra bedroom is so I can do massage.  It is a good room for massage in being away from the street and having a tremendous view of the Mediterranean Sea and the Haifa port.

Purchasing a massage table was another story.  One woman wanted to sell me a table she used for facials.  It was a fine table but not a real massage table, and I wisely decided to keep looking and found a massage table dealer in Tel Aviv.  He made it sound like he had a warehouse full of massage tables and we schlepped to Tel Aviv to purchase to look at it.  His warehouse was a small one-room apartment with about five boxes of new tables.  He demonstrated the table and promised it was sturdy and came with a year guarantee.  The table was made in China so I had my doubts, but we couldn't find a table anywhere else so we bought it.  I've done enough massages to pay for the damn thing and now am in the process of buying sheets and sheets and sheets just in case I actually get busy.  Unfortunately, it creaks and squeaks and gives me concerns about breaking and I really doubt the table has a warranty.

What's more, the dealer said the table was very light-weight and transportable.  He carried it for me to the bus stop, and then it was my turn.  What was he talking about?  That thing weighs a ton.  I almost fell over getting on and off the train with that thing.  Anyway, it's home now and business is coming in dribs and drabs.

The good thing about having clients come to the apartment is you have to keep it clean.  The bad thing about having clients come to the apartment is you have to keep it clean all the time.  Let's face it, I'm not busy enough to schedule clients at my convenience so I have to give massages at their convenience.  In Israel it is a habit to call and want to show up in the next hour or so.  If the place is dirty, David and I have to scramble to get the room ready and the place presentable.  I have this toilet thing and won't do bathrooms.  Ick.  So that's David's job.

Well anyway  David's nephew, Zack, called and wanted to know what we were doing, we knew that meant he was coming for a few days.  David asked me if I wanted him, and I said okay and a couple of hours later Zack arrived.  In spite of Zack's good upbringing, he has turned Orthodox.  That being the case, he can't eat our food or even use our kitchen supplies.  Actually, this is good because I don't have to cook for him.  We have a couch that folds out into a bed, and we were somewhat set for company.

In repayment for our hospitality Zack made a massage flyer for me to post at different areas in town.  I did, and received two phone calls.  When it comes to advertising, there's one little problem.  I don't speak Hebrew well enough to understand what someone is saying.  The first call was blown.  The second call, however, was from a guy who spoke broken English.  With my broken Hebrew and his English we managed to make an appointment.  It was one of those things where he would be there in an hour.

We hadn't really cleaned the place up since Zack left and scurried to make the place presentable and the client was here before I could put sheets on the massage table.  He looked around and said he would call again in an hour and seemed more curious about the bedroom than the massage room.
Uh-oh.  It's a good thing David was home and he said, "That guy wasn't interested in a therapeutic massage, he wanted the other kind."

Oh boy, I'm a whore now.  Well, not really but apparently some people who are reading my sign think so.