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| La peluqueria! |
I'll give you my first experience at la peluqueria. Just so you know, it is a beauty salon. I have been wondering where to have my hair cut. It has been a problem for months until I couldn't stand it any longer. So, Karolina, the assistant to the presidency, called to get me the appointment The owners are members of the church and within walking distance of the office here. (It is the nice part of town.) To start, it is kind of a put off when they have to come and unlock the door to let you in. Mind you most places have bars on the windows here. Even with guards at places like stationary stores, furniture stores, and grocery stores, they might have the doors locked and let you in if you are actually a customer. (I will not go off on a tangent too much here. I could though.) It was cute place with a black and white tiled floor. Karolina goes over with me to see if she can be the interpreter and stays for a few minutes. They smile and hand me a book of cuts and colors. So I just smile and point out a picture that is somewhat like I want in both colour and style. I thought, "If I just get it anywhere close it is good enough for this old sister." While I wait, Nancy, the stylist, is blowing out the hair on the girl next too me and I see dust or smoke flying. Wooow, that is new!! She must must have strong arms because she is pulling very hard, most have curly hair and to get it straight enough is work. Anyway with the dust/smoke I am thinking QUE PASA! but I didn't say anything because if I did she wouldn't understand me anyway. So she is weaving my hair. It is taking forever and I start to think how they leave there very dark hair woven pretty red around here and I start to worry. What can I do? How do you explain that? I can say "Hi" I can share thoughts and greetings" but how do I explain anything about hair? Anyway when she feels it is done she takes me over to wash it out and wooow the water is cold! Of course it is cold, in most places it is cold. The casa is one of the few places it is warm. What was I thinking! I should have known. Oh well. By now it is getting dark and I have no phone with me again what was I thinking!? Ed does not know how to get hold of me and I know he is worried. She starts to dry my hair and she puts something on it and wooow my hair is smoking as well. I guess it was just the stuff!!!! In the end it turned out okay, mas o meno too red for my liking, but I may go back again anyway after all, the owner walked me across the busy street and half way back to the temple which was nice of her because she certainly didn't have to. When I walked in Ed was on the phone trying to find out where I was. All in all it was a new experience just like everything else is around here. You probably needed to be there to really get the full effect of this story but I did my best.
