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Tibaldeo and berger went on a mission to live the most pampered life possible. They got massages like Bret Favre-almost once a week. Their regular masseuse was a tiny young Costa Rican woman.

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Excerpt 5 - Deep Issue Massage

Tibaldeo and berger went on a mission to live the most pampered life possible. They got massages like Bret Favre-almost once a week. Their regular masseuse was a tiny young Costa Rican woman.

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Excerpt of Radical Sabbatical by Glen Tibaldeo and Laura Berger

Chapter 32 Deep Issue Massage


"Fall down seven times, get up eight." - Japanese Proverb On a mission to live the most pampered life possible until our situation turned around or we went broke, we stepped up the deep sea fishing. We cruised around all day visiting people and touring property. We ate lunch at the same restaurant every day atop a low ocean-side bluff with a killer south-facing straight-shot view of the rocky Carmel-style coast. We continued eating out every night. We went to the beach every morning and dialogedanything to stay out of the house. If that wasnt enough, we got massages like Bret Favre almost once a week. Our place of choice was the only exclusive one along the Costanera. It was the brainchild of a German fellow who must have come a payload of patience and gold bars wrapped in thousand dollar bills. Looking at such a place made motivation seem senseless. Given our lurid experience with infrastructure, I felt it would probably be easier to tee off from Myrtle Beach and make a hole-in-one on the moon than run a world-class luxury hotel out here. Case in point, people would mill about occasionally to fix some small calamity. But all in all, they were making it work. Our regular masseuse was Consuela, a tiny young Costa Rican woman. She gave killer massages, and she worked like a horse. She had blue eyes as big as a Bush Babys, was super-sweet, soft-spoken, and unassuming. Her English was

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Excerpt of Radical Sabbatical by Glen Tibaldeo and Laura Berger

quite good. Aside from the massage, her aura was a calming force. I finished a massage one day as Laura waited. We both wanted ours from Consuela, and waiting for one another with a killer view was almost as good as the massage itself. OK, Glen, Consuela said softly backing away from the table. Were finished. Is everything OK? Of course, as always, I said. Thank you. Your towels for shower are there, she said, pointing. The shower was in the massage room and had no curtain or door. I hopped off and in. Once the hot water began to steam, I turned the cold knob. No change. I turned it once more, spinning it a full turn. Broken. Ill live. I turned on the shower head. Oh, thats hot!. I soaped up. Ugh, skin frying. OK, maybe just a little tweak. I turned cold knob again. Nothing. So this is what pasta feels like. I spun it one more full turn in desperation. No change. What the Hell is wrong with this thing? One more spin, pang!!! The knob nailed my shoulder, followed by a jet of water that pinned me against shower tile like a lost dog flyer. I had gone from spa patron to street protester in a split second. Costa Rica has had enough of our psychosis and is cracking

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Excerpt of Radical Sabbatical by Glen Tibaldeo and Laura Berger

down! I shielded my eyes from the spray and tried to squirm free from this reverse hydraulic tractor beam. And in the midst of it allswear on my entire family treeI thought, How the Hell do they have water pressure like this? This is loud! Someones going to run in here in seconds! Coo! Im nude! I lunged toward the towels as the stream of water flattened on the wall and sprayed all over the room. The door opened as I made my last stretch for a swaddling cloth. I immediately ceased operations in surprise, bestowing upon Consuela my best full-frontal.

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