I have always loved writing, and now that I am retired I thought I would be able to find time to write, but it seems that I still manage to fill my days with activities. I have however found that while I travel, I enjoy writing about some of the interesting things we do. I hope you enjoy reading of our adventures as much as I like writing about them.
Tuesday, October 11, 2016
An Italian Haircup
I have been getting my hair cut and my
beard trimmed for over 30 years by an excellent Italian “Hair Stylist” (I am
told they prefer that over “barber”). When you have been going to the same shop
for that long, it is hard to change, and although he is now partially retired I
try to fit my need for a trim into his schedule, and although his younger
brother does an equally great job, I do like to go back to him when I can.
Being away from home for over nine weeks, I had to get an especially short cut
to make it last, and since my “hair stylist” was away in Italy, his brother did
the job. As he is not so familiar with my beard, Regis said he did not cut it
short enough. I had waited for the last minute to get this done, so it was a
case of too late, so sad, it’ll have to do . . . .
A Handy Italian 'Hair Stylist"
Now if you read my previous post on “The
People You Meet”, you will know that we are getting to know a lot of great folk
on this cruise. Early on the cruise we enjoyed the company of two lovely ladies
from Toronto, and have met up with them for additional dinners and events
around the ship. We knew that Angela was Italian (She shouted that out in the
Vista Lounge on the first evening), and we knew Jane was a friend and client,
but we did not find out her profession until later.
Turns out that she is a well known hair
stylist in Toronto, owning several salons and clipping, trimming, colouring,
and making presentable some of the well known and famous in this city.
Looking Our Best on Gala Night
I was not privy to how the topic of Regis’
hair came up, but Angela and Regis decided that it needed a bit of a re-style
and she offered to perform that service. She admitted that she did not have her
best Italian scissors, but assured us that the ones she travelled with were
more than adequate. An appointment was made and after lunch on one of the “Gala
Night” (you want to look your best) sea days she came to our stateroom and not
only gave Regis a “new do” but also trimmed my beard. Our balcony became her
temporary salon, and a bath towel was used to catch the clippings.
I can just imagine the room steward coming
to clean our stateroom the following morning, and discovering all the hair on
the balcony flooring, “What on earth went on here?” We thought it would blow
away on the sea breezes, but no luck.