Has Europe Changed Me?

So to answer some of you questions I did indeed cut off my hair. It was a very entertaining process. Firstly it involved finding a picture of a hair cut I wanted. Not a problem we, us girls, all wanted to get a fashion magazine from Italy anyway so between bus and waiting for a train in equally we looked through three popular mags in a language that none of us understand. This slightly baffled the boys who have know idea that all girls magazines are all adds and photoshoots anyway so when you can read them you still don't. So I found a cut I wanted and the only thing in my way was a salon. My original intent was for Kait to cut it but my choice was a complicated cut that required a razor, so that was a no go.

It wasn't until we got to the Cinque Terre, my braids had come out by this point, that I got it cut. It was our second day there and we had just hiked, mostly uphill, for two hours in the poring rain when we reached the fourth town, Vernaza, and we had our hearts set on gelato. Conveniently there was a great shop close to where the hike comes into town and although we were the only ones in the joint we happily consumed, well cold and wet, our icecream treats. That's when it called to me. From across the street its voice cried out, like the holy grail to the crusaders, a salon, the only salon in town and it was within my reach. It beckoned, I followed. Soon I found myself walking through the door way, a little nervously, and asking one of the ladies if she spoke English. Her answer; No. Would I let a simple thing like that stop me, Never! I pulled out a crumpled photo of the desired product and asked "Quanta Costa?". She made a single of cutting with her fingers, gave me a figure, and somehow got across that they could do it right then and there. Cool, I though, you don't get into salons that quickly at home. Then this other lady, with foils in her hair, comes up, points to herself, and signels me to fallow. Up to that point I had no fears as to what I was getting myself into, however as I followed her to the sink I couldn't help but wonder if she actually worked there or not. A min or so later I was sitting in front of a rather large mirror with a ponytail of my hair cut off. There was no turning back. Meanwhile a nother local came in to the shop and started talking to my hairdresser. Although I couldn't understand a word I could get by the hand gestures, yes she stopped cutting my hair in order to speak, that they were surprised at how much I was getting cut off. In the end I came to the conclusion that she did work there as my hair turned out alright and no one stopped her from loping it off.

Well I wasn't finished there, just yesterday (Oct 11) I picked up some hair dye and colored it a dark brown. No worries I'm sure there will be plenty of time to see pictures. Sorry Pappy but I just had to cut it after all I think all those little braids left a lot of damage.

On a more trip orientate note we are now in Rome and have yet to be mugged (knock on wood). We're at a hostel on the beach and are just on the outside of the city. So we spend the next 4 days here. So that's that and I'm sure we'll have more to write about tomorrow, today's been just another travel day.
With love,
Chel