Si, this is me after a Pink Room make-over!! |
The calm, serene environment made me smile.
It was nothing like my normal hair appointments on Isla Mujeres, where a parade of relatives, kids, and dogs, or even customers interested in buying clothes ambled through my friend Amaranta Ancona Cerveras' home.
She lived about a block south of my casa and hair appointments were always an adventure.
Behind her house were an assortment of roosters and chickens owned by a neighbour. The roosters didn't know they were scheduled to crow only at sunrise.
They bellowed whenever they felt the need, which would set Amaranta's two ankle-biting chihuahua-security-alarms into a frenzy of barking and yapping.
In the same neighbourhood - but not the noisy roosters. |
I always marveled at Amaranta's unflappable ability to, as Katie Cain once said, simultaneously manage at least four clients. She was efficient, quick and inexpensive. Color, shampoo, cut, blow-dry and you were on your way.
At my request Amaranta spoke only Spanish to me, to try and force my brain to hear the words. I usually understood what she was saying, especially when the story was accompanied by hand gestures and hilarious facial expressions. I miss my monthly entertainment.
The two chihuahuas and her son, a few years ago |
She does return to the island on a fairly regular basis to visit with her large and extended family and take care of long-time customers.
However, for me, that doesn't work. I just have to get used to the peace and quiet. It's relaxing, but not nearly as entertaining.
Now, where did I put my glass of champagne?
Cheers from Mexico
Lynda
Wandy and Olga on a warm summer's evening |
Islanders probably remember Amaranta's grandparents, Wandy and Olga, sitting on their front steps and greeting passersby. Wandy recently passed away, leaving another hole in the fabric of the neighbourhood.
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