I got my first Hungarian haircut today. This was a linguistic adventure: even in America I don’t speak barberese, I just know a magic eleven-word phrase that makes barbers cut my hair about the same as the last time. Translating stuff I understand into Hungarian is hard enough.

Fortunately, since I don’t really care what my haircut looks like, I got by with lots of “what do you recommend”s. Accordingly, my hair is now much shorter than usual.