Spa day gone sour...

Manicures, pedicures, facials, waxing, massages, highlights....you name it, and it is crazy cheap here. The girls and I decided to splurge on a fun spa and shopping day around Barranquilla yesterday. There was one minor bump in the road however...I got the haircut from hell. My fears of not being able to explain what I wanted in Spanish underestimated the final result. Apparently the idea of "only a little bit shorter" doesn't translate very well. I almost walked out of the salon in tears. Every single woman and girl, young and old, has longgggggg hair here, so I don't think they know what to do when they see someone with short hair, but I felt as if the stylist was a toddler who had gotten ahold of their mom's scissors and decided to randomly cut out large chunks of their own hair. It's way too short to pull it back in a ponytail until it grows out and the layers have no rhyme or reason to them that I can see.

Update: I took matters into my own hands this morning and *snip snip* made a few adjustments. It looks significantly better, although this was one cultural experience that I could have done without.