Hiarcuts and Heels

These are only the first set of stairs we have to climb
Would you trust this man with your hair? This street is very narrow, the tram comes wizzing by. Lovely on sunny days

In our corner… finally snow in Bosnia, we were openly crossing our finger for enough to fall so that we can have a snow day, but alas and alack global warming yet once again beat us to the punch. Everything has almost melted, and the roads are quite drivable.

Paul and I are trying to get in shape. Hopefully all the stairs we have to climb will help the cause. If anyone has any suggests for us regarding work out idea let us know. My personal goal is to get more active. Being in Blagovac I found we drove everywhere, and since we are now in the city we hope to park the car when we get home from work and actually get ourselves moving. January is almost over and I keep wondering where the time is going. We are back on trying to figure out what to do next year mode, which can be a bit stressful and daunting.
Tonight we are joining our friends the Teichows for a Men in Back night, which will consist of eating chili and popcorn and watching- you guessed it-Men in Black.

Tommorrow, I am heading for a much deserved hair cut and colour. I must say I am starting to look a bit like a ragamuffin so I’m pumped. My hair dresser speaks English well enough and seemed to do a good job last time on my cut. The colouring, however, makes me nervous since there are so many women here in Eastern European Apple Reds and Purples on their head. When did I get so square?
One of the things being here that I miss, which I missed quite a bit in Korea as well, is the lack of subculture. Everyone kidda looks, dresses and behaves relatively the same. No one stands out in bright colours, or eccentric garb. There are no punks, no hippies. Very homogonous and proper. The women also seem to really care about how beautiful they look. No one leaves the house without their high heels and fur coats. Well exept for Ms. P that is.