When I first moved to Italy, I lived in the south. Everyone was tan, olive skinned, with dark eyes, and generally almost black hair. I am about as far polar opposite as one can be from that. One of my first days in Puglia, I went to an open air market on my own one morning and someone actually began running her fingers through my hair, asking if it was natural.
I felt shocked and rather confused. I think generally Americans like personal space more than Italians. I definitely believe in having a bubble and am not a huge fan of strangers popping it. However, I got fairly used to people stroking my hair out of the blue. Another time, I went dancing and I thought my hair would fall out by the end of the night because so many guys kept touching it, and pulling it, and creepily running their fingers through it whilst I was just trying to dance!
I was not a huge fan of this new name and found it strange that that is how people remembered me. This got me thinking about my identity. For a long time, I wanted to blend in. I thought of dying my hair but I had done that in the past and it is so much work and the color always washes out of my pale locks so quickly. I am pale and blonde, and when I speak Italian I do so with a horridly thick American accent. When we are together our hair color is pointed out quite often.
We are two fun loving, smart, passionate blondes. We are so much more than the hair color we are so often defined by, and here in this blog you will learn that.
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