Why do I do it?

Why do I have my hair cut in a foreign land, whose language I do not speak? I hate going to a hairdresser. So when I do make an appointment, it is either when the fringe absolutely has to be shaped by a professional, myself having trimmed the life out of it,or when I decide to have a complete make-over. VIGO,SPAIN, three or so years ago. There I am on a perfectly lovely sunny day, looking for a coffee and a cake shop, when my eyes take me to a large window,through which a hive of activity attracts my attention- women's hair being washed, dyed, cut, dried under a hood. My lucky day,just when I am in the mood, I thought,and in I went .A receptionist approached me,I explained in English I wanted just a little trim of the fringe and to have 5 or so cm taken off the length of the hair. She gave m a big smile,answered in Spanish and beckoned to a large lady, whom I took to be the manageress or the owner.The formidable matron pointed to a chair, I sat down. Without a moment's hesitation she took a pair of scissors and made the first cut. Just like that.My hair was not brushed, it was not pinned up,it was not wet. I could either get up and leave with the hair missing a bit on one side, or remain seated and let her finish the cull. After 10 minutes her masterpiece complete I was presented with the bill, 25 euros.I paid,then turned round and asked aloud, if there was any-one, who spoke English.A young boy said I do,beaming. Would you, please, tell her that never in my life have I had a hairdresser cut my hair so badly. She has no idea what she is doing and should be on a farm sheering sheep, there would be no-one to touch her. Between fits of laughter he said- Mama,madame says [that much Spanish I understood] and translated for all to hear, I presume my every single word just as I had said it. LISBON,Portugal,three or so weeks ago. When you leave a ship, you can either walk to the right, or to the left,or up the hill. I decided to climb. There I am on a perfectly lovely sunny day, looking for a coffee and a cake shop,when my eyes take me to a large window...I explained in English I wanted just a little trim of the fringe... She replied in Portuguese... But she had two certificates on the wall, TWO, for cry now loud! Or did she try to tell me she trims poodles?