I did a brave thing...but only out of desperation. I became a guinea pig and volunteered to get my hair dyed and cut in a country that was not yet my own...without a single recommendation...and, speaking very little German. All I had to go on was appearances.
After walking around Ingolstadt's alstadt peering into salon windows for an hour, I finally chose Friseur Havana. It had that "regular" look...not too cheap (no guys getting a buzz, curlers, or small children) and not too pricey (no fur coats, wannabe fashion models or duck lips). Just a moderately stylish salon for regular women (and cool guys).
With the help of my boyfriend, I made an appointment (...with Tullin...I think) for the following week. He explained my language handicap and why I would be arriving with my own bag of dye (there is a limit to my risk taking). I was thrilled that the price was much better than what I pay at home.
When I arrived, Tullin and I somehow managed to communicate and...
...I loved my hair! She nailed the color and the cut.
I've been back since then and have left satisfied both times. As soon as I conquer the German language, I'm sure I'll look better...but for now, I'm definitely satisfied. read more
