Last Friday, I was in the Marina thinking about how long I'd have to wait for a bus to get back up the mountain when I wandered by a hair salon run by the wife of one of P's friends. I've never gone to her and, in fact, always felt a little guilty whenever I saw her because of it.
It so happened that two young guys from the village were getting haircuts there, and one offered me a ride if I wanted to wait. So I waited for them, figuring the bus would take much longer to arrive.
And then I felt guiltier and guiltier about never going there for my haircuts the longer I sat there.
So at the last snip, I worked up all the nerve I had and asked Giovanna if I could make an appointment with her and made a decision on the spot to not only cut, but color. I've never colored my hair before (some highlights, yes, but not in years--and not in Italy), but the little white ones were really just starting to annoy me far too much.
Plus my birthday's coming up, so I thought I'd treat myself to some "me" time and count this as my present to myself.
Now you're all dying to know how it turned out, right? Well humor me anyway.
Yesterday morning I looked like this:
Now I look like this:
I love the color, love the cut, and now I even have some private English lessons lined up as a result of finally going to see Giovanna. Turns out she wanted to ask me about them the previous day I was there but was too shy to ask. Seems we have at least one thing in common.
And? You want to know how much it set me back? Wash, cut, color, and style (including blowing out my not-so-straight-hair)?
Thirty euros ($42).
Happy early birthday to me!