Friday, July 13, 2012

Spanish bathrooms, son, I am disappoint

Seriously, the women's bathrooms around here are possibly the most disgusting, dank, foul pits I have encountered. Each time I have to pee, I am now seized with fear. Not like irrational Toilet Snake Fear that crops up out if the blue, but real, gut-clenching "Why are there puddles of piss alongside the seat and no toilet paper ever?!" Robert tells me that the men's restrooms are sparkling clean, each time.

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