If you’ve been following our blog, you know that I’ve been toying with the idea of cutting off my long locks. I’ve only had my hair cut shorter than chin-length once in my life — third grade — and I hated it. But I thought that in the spirit of our “this will be the craziest thing I do in my life” trip, I should do something wildly different with my hair as well.
I wanted to get it cut before leaving the States, but we ended up being so busy between our last day at work and heading out of town that I never got the opportunity. So I said that I’d test out traveling with long hair while we were in Iceland, then decide whether to cut it in Finland. I thought that with the Finns being so stylish I’d probably get a good cut. But it was too expensive there. Russia and Turkey didn’t fit the bill either (for their own reasons).
Then in Croatia, I read that the frizerski salons are cheap and give stylish cuts. In Rijeka, after lunch, we went up to one salon, but they were closed. A sign on the door indicated they went sailing. Then we came upon another, closed. We were about to give up and do touristy things when I hesitantly pointed one out, “That might be open.” I say hesitantly because while I wanted it done, I also didn’t want to do it and really just needed a push. Mike led the way into the salon, and before I knew it, I was getting my hair washed without even knowing what kind of cut I wanted.
When I sat in the barber chair, we signed onto WiFi on the iPhone, Googled “short haircuts” and chose one. The hairdresser didn’t speak English and I don’t speak Croatian. Fake sign language and Google Translate got us through it. And voilà! Here it is:
She kept outlining my face with her hands to tell me that a short cut would look good with my features. I said “dobro” and “da” because that’s the only Croatian I know. The hairdresser kept saying things like, “super, super” and “yes, yes, yes” because that’s the only English she knows. She was shocked that I wanted to do something so drastic, and also excited to be given the opportunity to “do whatever you want with it.” I’ve always wanted to do that for a hairdresser. A few years ago I asked a hairdresser in DC if anyone ever came in and said “do whatever you want,” and she told me no one ever had but would love it if someone did.
So I overcame my slight fear of traveling with short hair (a fear of being annoyed by it), and it’s really not so bad. If it gets annoying, I have a hat, headbands and a bandana. But I’m glad I took this final blind leap. When you flip your life upside down, you can’t hold back on your hair too.