It’s always about the bathrooms

I swear, the one thing that keeps surprising me in this country is the different bathroom situations.  Finding them, fitting into them, realizing you’re showering with an electric box in the shower wtih you.

The other night, I had another first – the men/women’s room.

We were out at a restaurant, and of course, to find the toilet, you went up the stairs, and there was a door with this on it –


Now I assumed this meant that I’d open the door to reveal a long narrow hallway with the various restrooms off the hallway, which is what normally happens.

Instead, I walked into THE restroom.


Note how the stalls are individually marked for the male or the female?  The doors were full closure, for your privacy of course.  And thank God in Heaven, no urinals.  There were actually two stalls for the ladies, and only one for the menfolk.

I have to admit, I opened the door and took a step back.  A moment later, I got over myself and went into the free female stall.  And I will say that this?  Would have been SO useful when my boys were old enough to use the bathroom on their own, but I was hesitant to send them in on their own – or when Josh was out with tiny Miriam and she’d have to go potty.

Honestly?  I’ve dreamt of this kind of set up at home. Well, not this nice.  I imagined a line of stalls line in a school bathroom.  But this would be better.

Hey, we’re a family of six.  This is the sort of pipe dreams I have these days.

Anyway, if in Europe, don’t be alarmed if you walk into a bathroom like this.  It’s really quite alright.  And better than the unisex toilet Josh was in one day in France – and that one had urinals.