The hairdresser!

I finally went this afternoon.  My hair was an absolute disgrace but I had been afraid to get it cut.

It’s a good bit shorter, and she thinned it out a lot which is nice in this heat.

It was an interesting visit as there were a lot of words involved that I had never heard of before!  Also, I had to tell her how many finger widths I wanted off as opposed to inches.

As with salons worldwide, the chatter was constant and there were loads of trashy mags like “Chi” which means “who” in Italian; i.e. their form of “Hello” or “People” or whatever.

I am thinking that the salon is probably one of the best places to actually learn Italian.