Mexican Riviera XXIV

Just before dinner on the Mazatlan day I had my hair done. I mean two and a half hours and enough pixie dust to become a blonde. A., the hairdresser, is Turkish, but had worked in London and told me he hopes to open his own salon in New York one day. He takes his beauty VERY seriously: "You should take care of your hair. And your face. After all, it is you HAIR. It is you FACE!" I felt like one of those hopeless cases on "How Do I Look?"
A. also had ths to say about face cream: "Oh. You must never use just something that somebody GAVE you! It is gahbage. Just throw it in the gahbage. I mean, you must say, 'Thank you very much, it's wonderful,' of course--but then, gahbage."
He did a very good job. and fortunately it is growing out fairly naturally, because I do not have the time or the money for the lifestyle he evidently envisioned for me.