Stylin'

I'd been threatening to do this since forever! Dan had mentioned to one of the shopkeepers here at the resort on Day 1 that I was interested in getting my hair braided, and next morning by the time we got back from the grocery store, "Yvonne" was waiting for me, with her comb and bag of beads. The process took about 3 hours, and we had plenty of time for conversation. I learned she's from Jamaica, and all of her family is still there. She used to be in real estate, but her boss wasn't paying her timely. She got into hair by chance, a friend's suggestion, and found it creative and fun. Our session would normally be held under a tree on the beach, but the hurricane last week made her usual spot untenable. The damaged bar we used instead attracted attention from a number of passers-by (good advertising for Yvonne).

The braids are easy-care (a.k.a. no care), cool and comfortable. The beads chatter happily when I turn my head. They've attracted a lot of attention and started a lot of conversations. I may still look like a tourist, but at least I look like a gutsy one!