Another nice weekend in Ljubljana with sister and the cat.
This time I arranged to get my hair done. No point to pay 100 quid in the UK, and 90 Euros in Greece was bad enough, when 50 Euros was plenty in the local hairdressers. Just like Swedes go to Denmark for the beer, and Danes go to Sweden for everything else, Austrians go to Hungary for the dentists. Now I go to Ljubljana for my hair. Actually it came out looking like Dusty Springfield after they had backcombed it up, but I escaped looking like a Lithuanian politician or a Greek tart, so I brushed it out and was quite satisfied.
Sister was working so Sloph and I toured the shops, including a Christmas craft market. We bought a green wreath for the front door, and some dried flower sticks that made us homesick for Lithuania. Then we bought lots of other nostalgic things we found to eat in a local supermarket. It was quite cold, but clear, and we enjoyed eating roasted chestnuts and drinking hot honey brandy on the streets. We had to borrow a bag to get everything home, we had so many dried flower arrangements, bottles and biscuits.
