As we were traveling outside the country for at least 50 days, some of life's pesky realities of life on the road reveal themselves. Mike was in need of a haircut and my gray roots were showing up like lillies in the Spring.
We started our barber reconnaissance early in the week, learning terms we might need to know like Peluqueria = Hairdressers, peluqueria de cabelleros = Hairdressers for men, pelo - hair. I searched the internet and found another traveler who had written out some spanish phrases specifically for a gentleman's visit to a local peluqueria. Not too short, that is enough off the top, etc. It was helpful.
We identified a "Spanish Super Cuts" that was not too far from our apartment. It had a red, yellow, green traffic signal out front to indicate your potential wait time, Mike liked the efficiency of the place. Armed with our page of phrases, we entered the establishment and asked the most important question, Engles? No was his response.
Mike keeps his hair shortly shorn. As I was speedily searching my translated words and phrases, Mike said, Number three all over and made a halo gesture around his head. Apparently that was all the translation that was needed. The barber got to work, mission accomplished.
Our next stop was at the local department store which also included a pharmacy area. Apparently coloring gray hair is an international activity as well. There were a plethora of choices of product and color. They even had a similar brand of non-chemical color which I would use at home. The color numbering was slightly different, but I picked one with a picture I thought was close and took it home.
I did the color right before we left Valencia before Portugal, so if you don't recognize the redhead in the Lisbon pictures coming up, it is me. :-)
