It's probably been a good 20 years since I've been to a barber. In fact, I'm almost certain that the last time was while I was living in Spain — so, yes, I can say I've been to the Barber of Seville.
But 20 years is a long time, so...
What, you thought I was going to cut it all off, or something?
I will say that they took off more than I had wanted — specifically, my eyebrows. My eyebrows are blonde and nearly invisible. But all of a sudden, with no warning, I had a comb in each one, zip, zip, zip! She bothered to ask if I wanted my sideburns, but eyebrows, well, those obviously needed to go. Later, when talking to Paul and my father-in-law, both mentioned that the same thing had also happened to them. It's like some national anti-eyebrow conspiracy. Weird.