Nothing to do with travel but ... Yesterday I decided to get my hair sorted out as I have been looking a bit like last year´s left overs (OK, what´s new?). Can´t be difficult can it? I don´t speak Spanish but hair is hair the world over, isn´t it? Anyway went to hairdresser.

Do you speak English. ´Si´

Can you colour, cut, wash and dry my hair ´Si´

I have a card showing what I want on my hair. Show it to hairdresser. ´Non´

Then ensued a long discussion. ´

My hair has been bleached by the sun´ Áh, bleach, we bleach´ and produces a book showing every colour from white to corn gold.

´No, no bleach´, I want it darker´

´Si´dark, what is dark. Produces a book from glossy black to brilliant red.

No, not dark.

Anyway, 30 minutes later this thick glutinous stuff is being put on my hair with what looks like a four inch paint brush . Like nothing we have at home. Then another lady comes and puts more stuff on it with a sort of crochet hook.

By now I am beginning to freak out, not sure what colour I am going to be but hey ho it´s all a big adventure.

Hair is washed and young man comes to cut and dry it. Starts drying it.

´Please cut it´. ´What is cut´´ Make cutting action with fingers showing about a quarter inch to come off.

´Si´. Grabs hair and is about to give me a Grade Three.

No, not that short, I only want a quarter inch cut off.

Another long discussion.

Anyway the long and short (excuse the pun) of it all, is that I came out with a very nice hair cut, beautifully coloured and highlighted hair. I´d had a wonderful neck and head massage from the young man who washed my hair and it only cost thirty quid . If I wasn´t leaving today I´d go back tomorrow!