We arrived on time for our haircuts and after a short wait, Joan had her hair washed and taken to Marcos to cut her hair.
After about 40 minutes, it was my turn for hair washing. I like the new person who did it because he wasn't timid about applying pressure and my head while doing the washing.
When we had our hair cut in the U.S., the main reason I kept going to the same salon was the elderly lady who washed my hair. She wasn't shy to use her fingernails while washing my hair and it felt great when she finally finished. I miss that type of hair washing. I do it my self when i shower and my head feels revitalized.
Finished at the salon, we stopped at Stary Browar to but some printing paper and in the underground parking lot sat this beautiful, yellow, Ferrari. It's not the color I would choose but it's definitely the car. Joan liked it also so I told her I would buy her one for our 50th anniversary this August "-).
