The haircut issue...
Living abroad is a mix of exciting (like spending the first Halloween in a country that actually celebrates it!) and terrifying experiences, like the flat letting quest. But there is none as exciting, terrifying and inevitable as cutting your hair for the first time in a different country. OK, I admit it, I might be exaggerating, but I am sure you get the point.
Finding the appropriate barber/hairdresser can be a tricky quest itself. When you go to have a haircut in your natal country, you can express yourself freely, without any language constraints. This simplifies things quite a lot as if you don't end liking your new haircut, it's because you don't like that person's technique. However, when you do the same in a new country, if you doesn't look how you want, it can be because you didn't make yourself clear. And let's face it... if you don't like your hair- you might end up wearing a hat until the hair has grown up enough to mask the mess!
About a week ago I was looking at my reflection in the mirror and saw an out of control monster that was my hair. After trying to tame it for around 10 mins, I decided it was time to do something about it. I googled Scottish barbers and chose one business close to my place. Luckily, I tend to have short hair, so it was not such a big deal for me to give it a try. But still, being my first time in the UK, it was somehow intimidating. Nevertheless, once I arrived to the shop I had a great time! The barber was really friendly and helpful. Besides, during the haircut, I was able to enjoy a great talk -this actually surprised me as in my home town I tend to be rather quiet whenever I go to the barber. And in the end, I got quite a nice haircut.
I guess that the moral of this fable is: do not be afraid of new experiences! Even if it doesn't go as well as you expected, it will always be a great tale to tell people once some time has passed.