How a waitress in Lisbon saved my curls

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It was on the fifth day in a row of tugging, teasing, stretching and pulling my kinky 4c curls back in a ponytail–that would then be hidden from the world in a funky wrap–that I finally threw down my wide tooth comb. I had enough. I was living in Lisbon, Portugal as part of the work and travel program Remote Year (we live and work together in a new country every month for a year. You’ve got that right, 12 countries in 12 months. You might ask yourself, “Is this for crazy people?” The answer is yes. Yes, it is. I signed up as soon as I heard about it.)  Listen, I thought I knew what I was getting into. 

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