It’s not everyday that you climb up onto a massage table, naked, with only a strategically placed hand towel covering parts of yourself that few other people should see.

It’s also not everyday that you stick out your tongue, have your pulse read, and receive a wealth of targeted health advice from a woman you’ve just met — all while sitting in a living room, a dog dozes at your feet, and dreamy assistants drift in and out from the other room.

There weren’t any white lab coats. No florescent overhead lighting. I heard a faint breeze instead of an intercom buzzer. As someone who had studied and prepared for a medical career for almost twelve years, I was having a hard time reconciling my environment. Just what exactly was Ayurvedic medicine? What was I about to experience?