A New Tradition

Trip Start Sep 05, 2006
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Friday, December 29, 2006

In the spirit of travel, it seems as though I´ve created an unintentional tradition.  It started in Munich when I was tired of churches, architecture, castles and beerhausen and now it has become a pattern in Buenos Aires.  I grow weary of tourism and decide I would like to take on the challenge of communicating how I would like my hair dyed in a foreign language.
 
In 2003 in Munich after my visit to the salon my long never-been dyed hair resulted in fire-engine red streaks mixed with a kind of dark purple.  I was a bit nervous (actually, that´s kind of an understatement, I actually cried when I looked the short little locks with weird tin foil patches in them) but in the end I guess I fit in with the rest of the Germans and their crazy red hair.
 
This time, however, I had a plan and what I thought was a better knowledge of Spanish.  And there´s nothing like a trip to the hairdresser to point out how much Spanish I still need to learn.  Funny, Jorge Osorio never taught us how to say, ¨ I would like my hair razor-cut with bangs, feathered with purple lowlights and dark roots.¨
 
The salon was nice, trendy even.  It was called ¨Urbe¨and located in the Palermo ¨SoHo¨ neighborhood, although there was no Houston St. to be found.  The girl with long crimped hair and short blonde bangs resting a centimeter or so above her eyebrows even smiled as she told me to take a seat and they´d be right with me.
 
Then Enrique, my stylist, was ready for me and I explained vaguely what I wanted.  Dark brown on top, dark purple underneath.  We commenced and  after almost 4 hours in the hair salon I ended up with brown hair (again) and pink-almost purple underneath.  Not exactly pleased but not really that worried either as I have no aspirations to fix it currently.  I did enjoy the challenge, but I don´t think I can sit still for that long in another salon for quite some time...
 
Now with the tradition perpetuated and the hair pink, I will continue to travel through Argentina, backpack full of all of the cute shoes and dresses that were so wonderfully cheap waiting till I enter the next hip city where I can fix the silly mess that I made of my mane.
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