Sono italiana... un po'.
Here I am attempting to blend in with the well-dressed, well-coiffed Italian women. At least, it's a start. I couldn't deal with long hair for another day and had to get Guido to chop it all off. It's a tad bit strange, it took an hour of waiting in a very hot, very loud hair salon to get any service, it cost a ridiculous 35 euro, and Guido Junior took like 30 minutes to blow dry it, but whatever. It's short, and that's what counts.