I’ve found that it’s the little things that seem to pose the biggest unexpected challenges when living in a foreign country. Take my first haircut here in Switzerland, for example. Though the typical male haircut doesn’t require much instruction beyond “a little shorter please,” things become much more challenging when there’s a language barrier.
Upon arriving at a nearby “coiffeur” and seeing a guy getting what can only be described as a “Euro club-scene” cut, I definitely became a little nervous. I actually wondered if I should just go to the haircut by numbers place (“give me the number two, please”) that I saw down by the train station.
Upon arriving at a nearby “coiffeur” and seeing a guy getting what can only be described as a “Euro club-scene” cut, I definitely became a little nervous. I actually wondered if I should just go to the haircut by numbers place (“give me the number two, please”) that I saw down by the train station.
Apprehensions aside, I ultimately decided to go for it and just made sure to keep a very close eye on how things progressed so that any potential disasters could be averted. It all ended up working out fine, but it wasn’t without 20 minutes or so of outright fear.
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