While you wait...

Hello all you avid bloggonians!



We realize that we haven't posted anything in a while and you are probably thinking to yourself..."How do I not Follow these guys anymore...I'm waisting my time. I guess they just aren't doing anything exciting in Italy anymore." Slow those horses down there cowboy, it is the complete opposite. Me and Scotty G have been going 24/7, taking in all the sites in Italy, that we haven't had much time to write on the blog. We greatly apologise. However, we will soon be posting our adventures of Rome from this past weekend. But in the meantime, while you wait patiently, a short adventure with Tripp in the streets of Florence.



Well, over the past couple of weeks, my hair has continued to grow...imagine that...and it was time for me to get a little trim. I figured that this would be a great experience. How many times are you going to have the opportunity to get your haircut in a different country? Maybe this doesn't excite you, but for me, I saw an adventure. Turns out my intuitions were correct.



The program that we are studying under, Study Abroad Italy, gave us a handbook with a lot of nifty information in it. It also provided us with a suggestion for a beauty salon, for both girls and boys don't you worry. The place was called Jean Louis David (I was guessing it was pronounced Gene Lewis David) and of course it was located across town by the Arno, about 15 minute fast walk from our apartment. However, it was peak rush hour tourist time, so this was going to take a little longer. I finally made it to Gene Lewis' place and I was in a complete sweat...perfect for getting my haircut. Judging a book by its cover, this place was fancy and I was going to feel out of place. I walked in and was greated by a middle aged man, I'm guessing it was Mr. David. After a very short look from head to toe and then back to head from Gene Lewis, he said something to me in Italian. All I knew to do was make a motion to my head like I had scissors in my hand and said, "Haircut?" Dumb question apparently, of course I could get my haircut, at the ripe ole price of 25 euros. I would rather eat a 4 course meal than spend that much on a haircut. Shoot, hand me the clippers for 5 minutes, and I could have been done with my own haircut. For some reason, I agreed. He took my backpack from me and then put a robe around me...thanks Lewis. He then led me around to these couches and told me to sit down...I think...it was in Italian. At this point, I got nervous and was having major second thoughts on paying 25 euro. The only thing I could think to do was run. So, I did, right after I took off my robe, brought my cell phone out of my pocket, told them I had an important call to make, and that I'd be right back. They seemed confused but all Mr. David could say was, "Whatever". Perfect, he understood. I quickly walked away from the beauty shop, apparently graced by Prince Strozzi himself, and started to make my way back to the apartment.

I found another barber shop and decided to try my luck. Of course, no one spoke English but they said 18 euros so I was in. I was sent to go get my hair shampooed. This was a pleasant surprise. Then I was led to the chair. I spoke English, he spoke Italian...but that didn't stop us. The barber finally got the idea of what I was saying and started to buzz the side of my head. He asked me if I liked the height...I didn't really have much options, it was little short but no turning back now. After my clean cut, I was again sent back to the shampoo girl. After almost falling asleep, I was sent on my way with a fresh Italian haircut...short on the sides and goofy looking on the top. First and last haircut in Italy I guess...its the experience right?