Since people were starting to call me Raphunzel, I decided it was time to bite the bullet, so to speak, and have my hair done. Finding a person to do hair that also speaks English would be the same odds given in a bike race between me and Lance Armstrong- no odds and no takers on that bet. My new Canadian friend, Anne, and I decided to try it together. Sort of the "misery loves company" idea. We are off to a new area for me, but a place Anne knows, which is an adventure!
We take the collectivo, or shared taxi, to an area called La Dehesa. This is where the rich people live, and it is apparent in the mall we try. It's nice, and could be somewhere in Houston. We're on the lookout for ANYONE with blonde hair, as they will know of someone that can do color. Most (99.9%) of the people here have the wonderful dark hair, but I don't, so I've got to do something about my half and half look Half fake blonde, half dark stuff. Dark stuff has to go. And the longer hair does not behave, so that had to be chopped too. We finally locate a woman with remarkably light hair, and she gives us directions. Long story short- we got our hair done right then, and it came out fine. Anne can speak Spanish pretty well, and I can give fabulous hand signals and flail my arms around, so it was a success. Edward Scissorhands did a great job, and that's is the fastest and most entertaining cut I've ever had. Scissors flashing and hair and hands flying everywhere! Pictures of us in the chair and outside were quick, as the rain was pouring and we had to get back home. PROBLEM- no collectivos (which are 1200 pesos, or about $2.30 American) coming our direction. We ended up taking a taxi for a lot more. Lesson learned- find out about the RETURN trip before you take the GETTING there trip. Heck, I just wanted to get back home, I didn't want to BUY the taxi!
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