Well, he was more just really camp, but his girlfriend definitely could have been a drag queen. She was out selling food on the street and he had a little hair boutique. This entire process was just a little too fast for me. One minute I was at dinner telling Jorge that I needed my hair cut and the next I was sitting in a tiny little hair salon with a very gay man cutting half of my hair off. It's really hard to tell him not too much when we don't speak each others language. He actually did understand a little English and we always have Jorge to translate, but my eyes were still the size of watermelons when I saw the amount of hair he was cutting off. I was completely nervosa!! Didn't really have time to prepare myself for such a random haircut. Why is hair so important to people?? It's just hair, right?
Anyways it was a fun, random experience, and it looks pretty good. His girlfriend that kept coming in staring at us apparently saying ooo you are so lucky to have American's in here. I had actually seen the couple before just from walking around downtown but apparently Jorge had gotten his hair cut by him before and they were friends, so I thought I would give it a try. My hair down here has been kind of an ordeal. It's been tortured by the saltwater showers and keeps falling out. Hopefully this will be a lot more managable. I guess I will have to wait to grow my hippy hair back out some other time.
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