Hair

I have a new obsession.  Long hair.

Hair is a status symbol here in Sevilla.  The prettiest girls are the ones with long, luscious locks- dark, parted down the middle and hanging to their mid backs.  It's like an accessory- a bag, earrings, and perfect hair.  It isn't done up or anything- it's completely natural.  Curly, wavy- they don't even try.  My hair is dark and thick- just waiting for it to grow out a little more.  I haven't put it up in a pony tail in a while- what's the point?  The messier it is, the cooler I am.  Right before I left, I almost chopped it all off.  I was in one of those "moods."  I couldn't be happier to have it now.  I notice a lot of girls have two bobby pins in their hair to pin back the wildness from their faces.  Is it bad that I just stare at it?  I can't help it- I'm infatuated with the idea.  It's so beautiful.