It was hairdresser time for me again. I asked the girl to be careful with my ears – there shouldn’t come any water in. And she had the most brilliant solution. They looked like fake ears, but in reality were some kind of cups that I held, while she was washing my hair. My ears … Read more
“Schneiden?” she asked. I had to think twice before I knew what she meant and started saying my Spanish is not so good when I realized she was talking German to me. “Sí”, I replied “Muy corto, por favor”. I hate going to hairdressers. That’s not their fault. I blame my hair for that, always … Read more
Another town means looking for another hairdresser. For me, that is, because Tom is cut almost bold by myself with a hair clipper. Often I am amazed by the prizes here in Spain. I have paid mostly between €15 and €25 for the hairdresser. This time it was €9, so I was looking at her … Read more