Usually employed and clean-shaven, this trip was Ross' first attempt at a real beard. Ross wasn't sure he could even grow one, thinking it would be spotty and/or very thin. I encouraged him to stick with it and "never give up". (I'm a great cousin.) We called it his "vacation beard", and here is its evolution for your review:
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| England. September 15. Our very first day of the trip. Smooth as a baby's butt. |
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| Paris. September 26. |
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| Ljubljana. October 10. |
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| Croatia. October 14. |
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| Montenegro. October 22. |
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| Bosnia. October 24. The sun was in our eyes. |
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| Turkey. November 5. |
| And this is the last I saw of him. Istanbul, November 11. No spots; super thick. I brought him to England a boy, and sent him home from Turkey a man: |
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| (I'm a great cousin.) |
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2 comments:
I wouldn't call it SUPER thick. And I'm still trying to figure out what you contributed to his beard growth? Great cousin - yes. Hair follicle strengthener - doubtful.
Movember's over but my son is still trying to grow his beard. Someday I guess.
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