When we travel (now that I live in bathtubless Denmark....insert violins here.....), the most important thing to me is that my hotel room has a tub. Sometimes I am lucky....sometimes, not.
However when I travel in Europe, sometimes I get TWO SURPRISES when I enter the hotel room as I did last week in Valencia, Spain.
Second-- another doggone bidet.
I think of myself as a pretty culturally-adept gal... I know how to do things "when in Rome" no matter how COUNTRY (aka tiny bit redneck) I am at home.... HOWEVER, every time I went to the bathroom in my hotel room this past week, this lovely porcelain creature sat there directly across from me, WILLING ME to try it. Did I? OF COURSE NOT because
1) although they gave me an instruction card for how to open the electronic blinds on the window, there was NOT such a card for this thing (there is NEVER a manual for this and I am NOT ABOUT to die of a heartache in a hotel room and have the last google search they find on my computer be "how to use a bidet")
2) Even if I could somewhat imagine how this works, it does NOT look comfortable, easy or possible. Nope. NOT IN THE LEAST.
So today's post is ODE TO A BIDET because from me, a blog post is all this porcelain god will ever get. Is it just me??????? Am I really THAT much of a redneck??