Atleast it's Giraffe Print

I just spent more than I make in a day on a straightener. I also got my entire head of hair curled by a smooth-talking guy named Angelo from Israel at the mall.

It happened like this:
 I was doing a little Christmas shopping and a little personal splurging at the mall tonight. I wasn't on much of a mission. I'd found some great deals and was heading into one of my favorite stores when this young man stopped me and asked how I did my hair every morning. Apparently I was in a chatty mood, so I played along. I stopped, I talked, I sat in his chair.

He straightened my hair.
He curled my hair.
He talked about Italy.
He talked about my wedding.
He talked about fashion.
And he talked about traveling.
He asked me my favorite color from his wide selection of 100% ceramic stylers with lifetime waranties, floating plates, wet-to-straight capabilites and infrared heat garaunteed not to damage hair.

I said giraffe print. I mean clearly, how can you not pick the giraffe?
You have to pick the giraffe.

The next thing I knew he was ringing up my purchase for half price (did I say yes yet? I don't remember saying I was going to buy anything) and telling me about this fantastic revitalizing olive oil shampoo that he was going to give me free, just because it was my special day. The world's best straightener for half price and free $30 shampoo? On my special day? How could I say no?

Please, friends, be kind. Let's all pretend my hair looks so much better with such a high quality straightener next time we meet.

A Taste of Spain

A few things I really love about Spain:
Their sense of time is much more laid back. People generally get up in the morning, go to work, then go home from 2-4 to eat a big lunch and take a nap. It´s like a nation-wide nap time for adults. This, my friends, is a fabulous idea. Then dinner is at about 9pm and people stay up late. I feel like this was my schedule last year too, and I approve.
People aren´t glued to their phones. Mine is currently sitting on a dresser in Minnesota and I don´t miss it a bit. But it´s nice that people walking down the street (not to mention driving) are actually paying attention and not yelling into their mobile phones.
The fashion is incredible. Anything goes. Some key words for you: manpris. fannypacks. overalls. skinny jeans. scrunchies. scarves. something we´ve lovingly dubbed "genie pants" and are wondering if this trend will ever make it back to the states. I doubt it. Then I´m not even going to start on the shoes cause i could get carried away, but they are beautiful.
And por supuesta, it´s hot, and I love that. My freckles also love that. You might even be able to call it a tan.
Let´s see.. what else. It´s close to the rest of Europe so everyone has been everywhere and speaks every language and I´m kind of in awe of that and really jealous. Katrina and I were looking for a cheap weekend trip to Italy but we´re not good at finding those 99cent flights to other countries.
But our other plans for the week include salsa dancing on Thursday and lots of afternoons on the beach and pool. Eventually we also have great dreams of having a working refridgerator and possibly internet. It´s been an interesting couple days.

On another note, some of you may be interested that I´ve been doing great and only had one headache in the whole two weeks. Most of you probably know the headache saga and the years and years of doctors, tests, diets, medication and nothing really helps. Who knew I just needed to move to Europe? I´m sure my Mom will be sooo excited to hear that news. ;)