The first picture I took when I went to
It wasn’t the bidet so much, I was expecting those. The toilets in
Behind this toilet there was a large rectangular plastic thing. It looked very much like the paper seat cover holders we have here. I stared at it for long time trying to figure out where the paper came out. I finally figured out that the plastic thing on the wall was the flusher. It consisted of two buttons. One was larger and the other. Further investigation revealed that more water was flushed when I pushed the bigger button, you know, for larger loads if you will, and the smaller button released a smaller amount of water. Brilliant! Those Italians really know how to conserve water!
They also know how to conserve paper apparently because up and down the country I found nary a paper seat cover. At first it bothered me, but then I realized that was nothing. I was lucky to even have a seat. A lot of places didn’t have anything to sit down on. Not that I was planning on getting all cozy on public toilet, but it is nice to at least have something to prop up against. I don’t know about you, but my aim isn’t that great when I’m trying to squat and hold myself steady for the duration.
You frequently have to pay to pee in
The Italians make up for what they lack in their toilets by providing you with complete privacy. Nearly every stall I went into was a little room unto itself. No half doors with people peeking underneath. It’s a good thing too since I had to get into some pretty strange positions a few times.
The strangest position I got into however was when I went into the men’s room by mistake. We had been traveling for hours heading toward
When I emerged from my stall 15 minutes later, I thought something seemed funny when I saw several men standing in front of urinals. About that time, one of them turned around and said, “Hey, what are you doing in here?”
The roar of laughter followed me as I ran back up the stairs.
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