I received the best colour and cut of my life when I was in Lisbon, Portugal. Despite the language barrier, we were able to communicate and I received exactly what I asked for.
It made me realize that my hairdresser at home maybe wasn’t all I thought she was. Maybe I had become complacent going to her for so long that I never even realized how unsatisfied I was until I was forced to try someone new and it made me remove my rose coloured glasses.