The day before yesterday we indulged in our once a month (or thereabouts) haircut and beard trim. I’ve written about this experience before. I love that you can still find a “traditional” men’s barbershop down here in Latin America. Unisex salons don’t work for me, period. They never have. Both men and women need their own private getaways, their own periodic retreats from the opposite sex. I can get a great haircut and beard trim without a lot of “unasked for” advice, suggestions, criticism or chatter. I can tell a dirty joke or listen to one. Or I can just sit quiet (which is what I much prefer). My male barber will trim all of my unwanted “Old Man” wild hairs (nose, ears and eyebrows) without the female’s grimace of distain or comment. It’s quick, easy and relaxing: the clippers, the scissors, the straight razor and the talcum powder. And, of course, the bracing foo-foo juice (men’s aftershave) at the end. All of this for $2 to $5 USD (sometimes a little more, but not often). It was a sad day when the old time barbershops passed from the American scene (you can still find a very few in existence, but it is rare), down here they are the norm. BTW, Joel photo-bombed my interior shot, you can just see him in the right hand mirror. Click on images to enlarge for better viewing.