The second little toilet that came in all our Italy houses looked like this:
When we first got here I scoffed and laughed: “how trite”. “That is for other people”. But as time went on curiosity got to me. “Hmmm. Maybe it’s not so bad?” “When in Rome…”.
I also remembered we had these babies when we were in Uruguay and a fellow missionary said to me: “Bidets are great. Suppose there is a melted Hershey bar on the wall right here. What will clean the wall better? A towel or washing it with water?”
So I started using them every time. Holy cow these things are great. Warm water on your tender areas and feeling sparkly clean down below. But then we left Italy. And these last three nights I’ve been in places without bidets. I miss you my friendly bidets. Until we meet again.
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