What did I forget to pack this time?
One of my best friends, Heather O’Brien, has been, at last count, to seventy-five countries. As a devoted travel junkie, my bucket list seems to be growing rather than shrinking. This, more than any other item, has made me health conscious. As far as I know, travel is not something you accomplish in the after-life.
So, about 15 minutes after we unpacked and settled at our AirBnB, I discovered that I did not pack the hair coloring that I meant to bring.
Early on, perhaps in elementary school, I became acutely aware that I am Hair Challenged. As a matter of fact, on this foray to the Dominican Republic I forgot to pack the new color system purchased from Sally’s Beauty Supply in Puerto Rico.
This coloring cream contains no peroxide and no ammonia. It lasts about a month, and is so simple to use that I think I could assign my 3 year old grandson to apply it for me.
It just so happens that Santo Domingo, the capital city, has loads of beauty supply stores. So far, we only made it to two malls, and alas—we could not find my treatment. While at one store, I tried to explain that I wanted something “sin peroxide.” (Without peroxide.) This, as it turns out, not available in this island-nation.
A helpful lady named Maria, who told me she has relatives throughout the US, came to my rescue. With her recommendation, I bought Oro Gold, and the store supplied a fraction of creme peroxide.
Armed with the recommendation from Maria, I ended up at the JAG salon. Maria had advised me to go right away, as this salon fills up later in the day.
Once ensconced at her station, Virginia applied the color and topped it off with an expert blow dry. The cost? $38. The look? Priceless, at least that is what a hair challenged woman needs from a stylist. Oh, another benefit at this salon, was that my husband and I were treated to a cup of espresso, or two.