just a simple color job

Well, after eight weeks, the roots were showing pretty badly. Lilia said she could color my hair on Saturday. I had already bought the color. Tonight when I opened the box, I was dismayed to see all the instructions were written in Spanish! Now why should that be a problem? Well, Kelli has been coloring my hair for a number of years, and before that, it was Charon. I didnt really remember the details. Luckily, I googled for translation, typed out the instructions letter by letter and let the computer tell me what it said. Funny thing, though, is that sometimes the translation is a little odd. "OK," I say to Jay. "Here I go." He says ,"Good luck." I begin, then realize that one, all the towels are white and belong to the hospedaje, two, the sinks are really little, three, in order to use the bathtub to rinse my hair, I have to strip naked. Oh, well, here goes. It turned out really well and my skin isnt brown from having to immerse myself in a tub full of hair dye. I guess I could really pass for Chilean if it had dyed my skin. haha. It worked. The hair looks better, if not as good as my two good friends have done for me! Now I have to figure out a way to find someone to cut my hair. Some of the sister senior missionaries cut hair, and I have been told that there are hair salons everywhere..... Should I worry so much about how my hair looks? Probably not.