My First Shape-Up

I took a bike ride with a friend of mine to Cabuya, which is the town 8km away. When we get there, we go to a small cafe (loose term; poultry walking around seating area) where two Tico friends of ours work. I mention off hand that I really need a haircut, and Marlon -- said friend -- says that his friend Christopher is getting a haircut currently down the street. This surprises me as everyone has been telling me that the only place to get a haircut in the area is in Cobano, the central town of the region. Long story short, a call is made, I get on the back of a motor cycle and in two minutes find myself on the front port of some tico-style rancher, sitting in an old school barber chair in front of an even more old school mirrored hutch, having some heavy set middle aged woman try to ask me how I want my pelo cut while pointing to pictures from a 1980s hair magazine... and that's how I got my first shape up. My hair line has never been sharper.