Today I finally either became desperate enough or brave enough to get my hair cut in Pamplona. It doesn’t really matter if it was desperation or bravery because the end result is the same; shorter, healthier hair. A friendly and outgoing receptionist greeted me as I entered the salon and then directed me to a lovely middle-aged woman who patiently helped me decide how I wanted her to cut my hair. She then washed my hair in the same manner as all the stylists I’ve been to in the US have and directed me to the chair where she began cutting my hair. There was a moment of panic when she cut about four to five inches off in order to create the shortest layer. I was a bit concerned as she kept cutting away while I was standing there (because my 6-month length of hair was far too long for her to cut it properly with me sitting in the chair). She kept cutting, trimming, shaping and I have to say that the end result is not anything different than I would have expected in the US. It wasn’t so terrible, with a few moments of confusion assisted by demonstrative motions both Pilar, my patient stylist, and I survived the experience. I think I’m feeling brave enough to go back again… maybe less than 6 months this time.