What seems to be very banal to us in France, becomes here an adventure…
For example, last weekend, we both decided to go to the haridresser (juuksur in estonian). We both were a little anxious trying to explain our haircut to an estonian hairdresser, but as we are courageous we finally got an apointment.
The woman who took care of us, spoke a little english and was very nice. Quite brusque in her movements, we sometimes got the impression that she was pulling our head out instead of our hairs, but she told the story of her country so passionately and she seemed to be really fond of her job, that we forgot her.
Finally we got out of there with a quite nice haircut, a little shorter than expected from Jonathan’s point of view, but it was a risk to take. At least, we won’t be too hot this summer.
