Sometimes Italians make me laugh. We went to the salon today to get fresh summer haircuts for Sara and all the children. When we arrived, I noticed a group of at least 5 or 6 guys probably in their early twenties already there. One was getting his hair cut. I thought at first maybe they were all getting their hair cut. But no. Apparently the one just needing advice and moral support from all of his friends. This also perplexed me because they all had the EXACT same haircut and style... including the hairdresser. I bet you know the one I'm talking about. How could it possibly require that many people? The boys were there for over an hour (in fact it took about the same time for him to get his hair cut as it did for Sara and all her kids).

I don't know if I'll ever care quite that much about what I look like. But who knows, maybe the Italian way will rub off on me and do me some good.