un recorte por favor

Today I got my haircut.  Chrisy needed one too and since we were both pretty nervous about it we decided to go together (strength in numbers.)  When we got there they asked for our names so I said Franchesca (no one understands Franny or Frances here so I had to improvise.)  They put us in these little smocks that were made out of the materials those hospital slippers you put over your shoes are made of.  In the States, they make a very conscience effort not to get any water in your ears, eyes, etc.  I couldn't hear a word she was saying because there was so much water in my ears.  But it was fine.  Then she sat me down and I had to take off my glasses (bad idea.  I should always ALWAYS wear contacts when I get my hair cut) which left me completely blind as to what she was doing.  I told her only 2 cms, and side bangs (luckily I had a picture.)  After combing my hair to whatever side she instantly took my bangs and chopped them off.  In one swipe.  That's when the nerves set in.  But I let her do her thing.  I figure if nothing else I'll look more Spanish, right?  She cut it a little shorter than I had hoped for, but at least the ends are cleaned up and hair grows back!  I'm pretty happy with it though, you all will have to skype me now.  As Maria says after dyeing my hair and now cutting it I really am a new person, which is when the name Franchesca came into the picture. Haha.  Anyways thought I'd let you know it wasn't so bad!

After lunch, I walked around parts of the city I hadn't been yet on my own.  It was really fun exploring and I found a lot of really cute shoe and clothing stores, so I will have to go back! 

Miss you all!

Love

Franny