Serious Scrapings

In an attempt to not butcher my recently arrived 'tash, I popped into Enrique, my barber to get a shave along with a haircut, so I could properly look the part for the Independence Day celebrations tomorrow.

It's amazing how much trust you put in a relative stranger wielding a potentially, lethal weapon! But he did an excellent job, top notch, even if did nearly burn the neck off me when liberally splashing me w/alcohol after the shave to close my (fairly raw) pores.

If I keep coming here (and I see no reason to stop) then he wont be a stranger for long. He can fairly chat. And he makes no attempt to speak English, which leads me to believe that I might actually be picking up some of the lingo finally. Cameras and plane spotting being the main thrust of the conversation.

It was nice chatting fluently (however inaccurately) to someone in Spanish.

Just finished a lovely pizza and home-made salad. And a few beers and some Mad Men to round out the evening. All in all, very pleasant.