Bad Romance in the Shower

When I heard “Bad Romance” was our topic for today, I got pretty excited. Who wouldn’t want to write something inspired by Lady Gaga? I also got the song stuck in my head, and have been humming it all day. Sorry to those who have had to put up with that!! But anyway, after my initial excitement, I started to think about what I would write about. I mean, I have some stories that would fit the topic, but nothing that I’m in any hurry to share with the blogosphere. I realized I was going to have to get creative. It wasn’t until after dinner that I found my inspiration: the shower. That’s right, I am going to blog about showers. If you think that’s weird, well too bad, you can stop reading now.
Those who know me well know that there are a few things I am very particular about. Like sleeping. I need it to be pitch dark, and I have to sleep with a fan on (for noise. I honestly don’t know how I’ve survived this trip without one. I really don’t). I am also very particular about bathrooms, especially showers. I always shower at night, I can’t sleep if I don’t. It’s my time to relax and unwind for the day. The two weeks we stayed at the apartments were miserable in that respect: the shower head was hand-held, and there was no where to hang it up. Which meant I had to HOLD it in one hand. It was a major struggle-fest for me for the first few days until I finally figured out a system. But even then, it was not relaxing! All I want to do is stand under some hot water, hands free. So when we got to the hotel in Rhodes, the first thing I did was inspect the shower. To my extreme happiness, I was able to shower hands free. That might have been my favorite part about Rhodes. Just kidding… I think. This brings me to the hotel in Athens.

When I first glanced at the shower, I didn’t know what to think. It kind of looked like I might be ok, but I wasn’t really sure. After dinner, upon closer inspection, it looked somewhat sketch. There’s a handle, but it didn’t go up very high, and seemed to be pointing straight at the back wall. I probably spent a good five minutes trying to figure it out, the entire time saying “I don’t get it,” over and over again. Finally I deceided that I was just going to try it, and hope that I wasn’t going to have to resort to holding it. It kind of worked…. I managed to make a huge mess of the bathroom, but at least I took a somewhat relaxing shower to unwind at the end of the day. If there’s one thing I’m looking forward to about going home, it’s ending my bad romance with European showers.