Getting your hair cut by a hairdresser who doesn’t speak the same language as you is to put your faith in the fashion trends of the world and the goodness (goodtaste) of the common man. Pointing feverishly to a thumb sized picture in a tacky hair salon magazine (you know the ones) and holding open page 67 of my Lonely Planet phrase book: !No debia haberle dejado tocarme! (I should never have let you near me). I hoped for the best and thought about hat options that would accessorize with my party dresses. Luckily Juan transformed me into a blond fringed goddess, albeit one who can no longer see out of her right eye.