The Bidet = Not So Cool

We just checked into a, well, cramped hotel room at Madrid, capitol of Spain. Mom insisted that we wash our hands in the bathroom, which is a one-person thing. Bryce went in first and washed his hands. I heard him shriek bloody murder and he came streaming out of the bathroom. He brought Dad in with him and I, lounging on my bed, heard him ask "What is that?". I had to wash my hands anyway, so I peered inside the bathroom and saw Bryce pointing at a strange device that looked like a combo of a urinal and a sink. Dad tried to comfort the hectic situation by explaining what the thing was.

"It's a bidet (pronounced Buh-day) and the Europeans use it as a hiney washer."

Naturally, Bryce and I flip out.

See you in my next post!

Laurel