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Today I looked at more apartments. They’re beginning to all look the same, so I guess I need to make a decision soon. The apartments are falling into two groups: small, older and in a walkable area, or huge and more secluded and out there.
I also found out that only half of my stuff is here. They’re searching for the other two crates – uh oh!
For a pick-me-up and to kill some time, I got my hair cut. Nothing like visiting a beauty salon to feel better. Kuaförs are on every block, so I just walked into one – I haven’t found the Turkish yelp yet!
While I was waiting, a woman came over and started offering every service under the sun. Since I had time to kill, I asked for brows. After I thought she was done and they looked okay, she took out a huge spool of thread and went to work on my whole face! It didn’t hurt too much until she got to my lip area – ow! By the time she finished my eyes were bleeding tears. When she asked about the rest of my body, I think my look of horror convinced her that I was done. I’ve learned that Turkish ladies prefer to go hairless, and regularly wax most of their bodies to maintain this condition. So she offered a pedicure during my haircut and I went for it mostly just to see how that worked.
So next to the haircutting guy. I’ve always been nervous about getting my hair cut, and doing it in another language is even scarier. Although I guess there’s no better motivation to learn a language than to keep your looks!
Since I don’t know how to say I want to keep it in long layers but remove the split ends, I told him that my hair was without health and I wanted to cut the sickness out of it. But stay long “I want that my hair remains long” is how I put it in Turkish. I don’t know where my expectations were – I’ve never had much luck communicating with stylists, no matter where in the world I am. I remember a French lady in Bahrain who basically just went to town on my head and every once in a while just said “like zis?” She was pretty awesome. Since then, I always just hope that I miraculously sit in the chair of some hair genius, and have some sort of total makeover experience where I am transformed into a hair babe. I usually start mourning my recently departed hair and pay no attention to what’s happening to the stuff on my head. I don’t want to interrupt a genius at work! Of course, what you get usually depends on how much you put into something, and hope is fairly ineffective as a strategy.
So now I have mushroom hair. I didn’t realize how many chunky layers he was cutting until they were all there, like a ring around my head. It’s cool – hair grows out, the pain in my face will eventually go away, and I can always distract myself by looking at my now pretty feet!
My hour at the beauty salon was an exercise in desperation language skills. It was also a review of some vocabulary I had brain-dumped a while ago: words for body parts and shapes/colors/forms.
I’ve started getting what a friend calls the “full court press” from almost every random Turk that I meet. They start out by asking about your family, then asking in as many ways as I can understand the words for if I am single. Then talking about how lucky a man would be to be my boyfriend. Since its almost a formula now, I’m already immune to it. So far the randoms that I meet are taxi drivers or shop workers, so maybe things will improve if I make friends with more education or wit.

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9 Comments Post a comment
  1. Sara #

    Sarah,

    I don’t know what you’re talking about-the hair looks great!!!

    June 28, 2012
  2. Lisa #

    I like your hair, it looks nice!

    June 28, 2012
  3. Lisa #

    And your brows look great too!

    June 28, 2012
  4. Old Jarhead #

    I guess “guys are guys” regardless of the location, huh? You should write down all of the Turkish pick up lines, Sarah, and pass them back to Defense Language Institute and others in the foreign language business! (ha ha) And as the old saying goes: “The difference between a good haircut and bad haircut is about 5-7 days…”

    June 28, 2012
    • Wow – not only are you out in the blogosphere – you’re making comments. It’s one giant leap for Old Jarhead. If I get anything fun, like some of your sayings, I’ll be sure to share them.
      5-7 days is optmistic – I think it’s going to take about 6 months to get my hair back!

      June 28, 2012
  5. Hi Sarah – I was wondering what you were going to do in Turkey from your facebook postings and then I saw tonight’s post and realized that you had a blog. I’m all caught up and looking forward to hearing more about your adventures!

    And I think your hair looks good! 🙂

    June 28, 2012
  6. I think your hair looks great! And you look really happy! That’s a lovely self portrait!

    As far as a place to live, I’d go for the place that makes you feel the most “Ah! I’m home!”

    June 28, 2012
  7. Firstly, your hair looks great so don’t worry about anything.. Second, I am Turkish.. so you might think I’m just being nice because you went to a kuaför but seriously I’m being honest.. Would love to hear about what you are up to in Turkey.. Are you in Istanbul? and how are you finding Turkish?

    My blog is intheendless.com – would love it if you could have a look too.
    Görüşmek üzere..

    July 3, 2012
  8. janelle #

    Sarah,
    LOVE the hair! It looks wonderful! So glad you’re having so much fun, wish I could be there with you! If you need help narrowing down apartments you could totally do an hgtv thing and post pics of the final contending apartments and we can vote!

    July 5, 2012

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