My husband Zac flew back home to New Zealand a few days ago after first arriving in Frankfurt and staying one night in my new apartment in the city. The place I´m renting in Frankfurt is a really nice one bedroom place which is small but homely (and no more sharing toilets - yay!). The apartment is the bottom story of a three story house which has been renovated, has it´s own seperate access; and is only a 15min train ride to Frankfurt Hauptbahnhof (central station).
Zac was super excited to be getting home after almost five months away, but he also admitted a couple of things he would miss, such as; the relative freedom (naturally he has to start working not long after getting home); the snow in Europe (during snowboarding season); the awesome public transit system; and the cheap food and drink (eating out included!); oh and the big German pretzels! (he could not get enough). As much as he was dying to get home, on his last day here he said he could've stayed longer (mind you I´ve no doubt he meant only an extra week to see Frankfurt - but I´m going to pretend he meant months longer!).
I´m just grateful forever that this trip, and Europe, will always be a part of our lives together now, *note: that ís not the same as saying I am content with having completed only this trip of Europe together, think of it more like now we have a stronger base to build from...
My 'building'. How do they get the grass SO green? |
My 'seating area' - posh eh? Well maybe it would pass as such if it wasn´t for the snuggly draped over the chair... |
You can´t tell from the outside or even when your standing at the reception desk, but it turned out the Salon I picked, has likely not had a client under the age of 70 for some time. I felt like the hairdresser (who was younger herself and closer to 50ish) was extra excited to see a client who 1) didn´t want her hair done in rollers and 2) still had a full head of hair to play with. After explaining in German that I wanted 'something more natural looking but not drastically different', to which she replied with a rather long story about, from what I could understand anyway, two of her sisters are blonde.........one sister may or may not have a daughter............some one else is blonde? (a neighbour maybe?)...............these colours would suit you *she is now pointing at a picture in a hair magazine (or is that the neighbours hair colour she is indicating?). Suffice to say I was a little worried at first but she was quickly well on her way and I could tell she´d made her mind up (maybe this happened during the story...).
I must´ve been in the salon for around two hours, and in this time, little old ladies came and went and every single one of them got rollers. One particulary old lady had really not much hair left to roll (let's be honest!) and so the hairdresser had to use these teeny tiny little rollers, the likes of which I had never seen before. At one point one of the ladies tried to get up from her chair but struggled a little and made 'ähhh ohhhh' sounds then she made everybody giggle when she exclaimed 'äähhh meine Knochen!' (which translates as 'ahh my bones' - sounds a lot funnier in German!).
All in all the salon visit was a great success having met some sweet old ladies as I was honoured to be privy to their weekly tradition that is the hair salon visit.
Oh and I even came out with a hair cut I liked too...
Lé Result - with all 'Knochen' still in tact |