It is Saturday in Santo Domingo which means we head over to la peluquería owned by my Dominican mother's sister, Marcia. We get our hair washed in the little converted garage underneath their home by the different members of the family that run the little shop. They wash and style our hair for us because many people here don't have what they need to do it themselves. This is the only time that hair gets washed. I cheat, however, and wash mine one day mid-week so I don't look so homeless. Here are some photographs I took while Ivis was getting her hair washed three weeks back.