Flesh-Eating Foot Fish

Some people go to the beach in Portugal for the sun, the waves, maybe a cocktail. Portugal had other plans for me.

We were strolling the boardwalk when I spotted this tiny little pop-up kiosk that read "Pedicures" with a clear tub full of these little fish.

I dipped my feet in— and instantly the fish swarmed like they’d been fasting for days. It tickled in the most bizarre, delightful way—like soft little electric kisses, all over my toes and heels. I couldn’t stop giggling. People walking by probably thought I’d lost my mind, but I was way too happy to care.

These flesh-eating foot fish didn’t hurt. It did feel weird. And it was a bit… fun. Like my feet were getting attention from tiny aquatic comedians who moonlight as exfoliation experts.

After about fifteen minutes of nonstop tickle therapy, I pulled my feet out feeling fresh, a little dazed, and surprisingly grateful for the randomness of travel. My soles were smooth, and my soul felt just a little lighter.

Would I do it again? In a heartbeat. Who knew joy could come in the form of toe-sucking beach fish?