Red Hair, Don't Care

So if you couldn't tell, I have red hair. Yes, I know. SHOCKING. I am reminded of it LITERALLY every day by my friends and they're hilariousssss ginger jokes.

"Oh look! There's a ginger! You're like related to them right?"

I mean don't get me wrong, I am proud of my long gingggaaa hair and I wouldn't trade it for anything, but it becomes a little disconcerting when this rare hair color causes people to stare at you (and I mean STARE) when you walk by, enter a room, are eating a meal, etc. I feel like I'm a circus animal or something. I do know my hair is a little bit out of the ordinary. Even in the States it is, let alone in the land of morenos aka dark skin, brown hair, brown eyes. People aren't even ashamed of how blatant their staring is. They will hard-core creep just to affirm that yes, in fact, I am one of the very few left in this endangered species.  ****

My family. 

My cousin who sometimes pretends to not be ginger. She's in denial. But don't worry, she's getting help. She is constantly in rehab for it.

My favorite Disney Princess. DUHHHH.

When I am overcome with ginger depression, I just cry myself to sleep while singing "Tomorrow," and somehow I feel like everything's gonna be alright.

I was Madeline for Halloween for like 10 years in a row. Not joking though. 

But one of the most wonderful things happened to me yesterday. I met with my intercambio (someone who wants to practice their English and I want to practice my Spanish) for the first time (which was amazing and will have to have a blog post all for itself) and she told me that she thought I looked like I was Spanish! YES THIS IS REAL LIFE! Ya see, we were supposed to meet by the gates of la universidad, and I was waiting and waiting but I didn't really see anyone who could be my intercambio, (we didn't know what each other looked like) so I started to walk away. Then I heard this girl ask someone else if they were Sarah, so I figured that was her. I went up to her right away and told her I was Sarah. Then she apologized and said that she didn't come up to me because I looked Spanish! I was so surprised. Although, my hair was up and I had sunglasses on and I was wearing a jacket which apparently Americans don't wear? I don't know. But hey, I'll take it.

And now I'm getting somewhat of a tan (really just sunburn + a lot of freckles that make a layer of brownishness on my face) and Mama Rosa is saying that I look Spanish too. AHHHH my dreams are coming true! Maybe I'll just have to live in Spain forever.

And breed a whole new generation of Spanish red heads. YES. I HAVE FOUND MY CALLING.

Sara(h)

**** This also very much applies to las rubias (blondes) like Courtney. She gets a good amount of starage too. Pobrecita.