There was one thing that I did not like at all about living in Spain. Guess what that was?! The public toilet! No only was it a question of dealing with the oddest of odd toilets which tended to be a hole in the ground, but it was also the extreme lack of said public toilet. Beggars can't be choosers, and I guess a hole in the ground, if you were lucky enough to come across it, was better than the rear end of a bush. As for the toilet paper, well, don't get me started. It was like brown wrapping paper. One day, I was driving along a narrow country road going towards Rota. Maybe I should have used a rest room before setting out, but, who would think that there wouldn't be any toilets ANYWHERE?! Rather than hide behind a bush, I stopped at a teeny tiny bar at the side of the road hoping there would be a public toilet. Please, show me the hole in the ground so that I may stand and be happy! "Can I help you, senorita?" What a pleasant man. He smiled at m...
A Memoir of Spain during the 70s and 80s.