I woke up and it was very dark, as the sun did not enter I thought it was three o'clock in the morning, but since I had no more sleep and heard noises in the dining room I got up, it was after nine. What happens is that it was the first day in Japan that I slept in a room with a blind and had already gotten used to waking up in the sun.It was raining to the seas, and that day we had to go to the hairdresser to comb my hair for Misato's wedding that was the next day. Mo would be my interpreter at the hairdresser, since my level of Japanese has no words specialized in styling. We went to a mall that was about 15 minutes by bus from his house. There were two hairdressers there, but one was already full. It is curious because to be a weekday and 10 in the morning the mall was full of women and retirees. We went to another hairdresser and they caught me pretty fast. The strangest thing was that at the beginning they made us fill out a questionnaire asking things like: how do you like to have your head washed, how do you like to have your massage done, a hair problem, because you go to the hairdresser, etc. (and other questions that Mo didn't even bother to translate because of the jets they were). Another thing that I liked is that when they washed my hair, the armchair in which I was stretched until it was transformed into a stretcher, I have never washed my hair in such a comfortable way.
This space chair was most comfortable for you to wash your head.
Attention to the towel that they put on my face to relax during washing.
What I like most about Japanese hairdressers is that the hairstyles of the magazines are all super cute and wearable. Here, the hairstyles that are there are more bizarre and whenever I go to the hairdresser I do it fearing and more than once I have left very disgusted.
After deciding the type of cut, came Hiro, my hairdresser. Very nice and I cut my hair at the right time so as not to miss the train to Tokyo. I loved the haircut and the hairstyle, I think I have never left so happy at a hairdresser and all the service, shoulder massage included cost me 35 euros.
Kenichi came to look for us at the hairdresser, because we were late and accompanied us to the station. There with great sorrow I said goodbye to Mo, since the day had flown by and I had to go to Tokyo. It gave me the feeling, as always when I am with her, to leave me countless things to tell her.