"Need haircut?"

Both of us are now three months post-haircut, and Pat has been weighing his options. We're in Istanbul now, Russia next week (NYET, says Deb ...) and London the following week but Pat is far too cheap to pay for a London haircut.

So he's walking down a backroad in Istanbul trying to find a place to get our clothes laundered, and passes this barbershop. The barber is sitting inside all alone, and points to Pat and gestures "You need a haircut!", and Pat says "I know, I know" and thinks to himself "maybe tomorrow". So that afternoon on the way back from picking up the laundry, he sees him again and again the barber points to his hair and shakes his head.

So yesterday, our niece Courtney in tow, we went to get Pat a Turkish haircut and beard trim. Here's the "before" picture, with others following. This man spoke not a word of English, took about an hour to do the cut, trim his eyebrows (with Deb cheering "it's about time ..."), neaten the beard, razor his neck, but when he started in on the nose hairs Courtney and I just busted up laughing, which caused Pat to laugh which was a bit dangerous with a scissors in his nose.

Then a neck and face massage, and he was good to go. It's a GREAT haircut, and best of all, he saved enough money that I can cut mine in London. Perfect. Pictures are by Courtney, who has been teaching in Greece, and is now enroute to Ireland to work as a nanny. We LOVE her, and so will the lucky family she's moving in with outside of Dublin!