Friday, September 5, 2014

Day 9 page 2

Most of the building where the Alberques are set up are several hundreds of years old.  So the showeres and the toilets are all set up in the same corner.  In the rooms there is not really any 
privacy to speak of but it's good to turn to a corner to protect your "junk" while changing.  You have your own shower but you could be next to a female, you have your own toy let but your next to a female and that is just the way it is. This is probably the hardest thing that I have gotten use to.  If there is a emblem of a boy and a girl on the door just be wear that you may have a visitor of the other jender.
I was able to get a room with just 8 beds, one young Japenese and two older Swedish ladies.
 
Lesson learned.....Don't judge. 



1 comment:

  1. First off, thanks for your great photos and rolling commentary. I'm sure that you are relaying less than 1% of what you are absorbing in your memories of this trip, and doing it while you are pooped (or who knows, while pooping...lends new meaning to the term "toilet-internet cafe"). I recall on story from a friend of mine who visited Sweden and stayed with a resident there, an apartment that basically abutted the next, separated only by a small alley but otherwise looking right into the unit across the divide. When he spotted a pretty young female in the next apartment starting to undress he quickly began turning off the lights in his friend's place, so as to hide himself and sneak a peek at this girl. His friend asked what he was doing and when he told him, his friend scoffed and commented how uptight "you Americans" are about sex...and turned all the lights back on, proceeding around his living room as if it was no big deal, which it wasn't...not to him, not to the girl, only to my visiting friend. Yes, I'd have your same reaction in the toilet if I were "sharing;" but it's good to hear that this "exposure" in many forms is also helping you grow, giving you perhaps another teaching that cultures, religions and values take many forms, as does kindness. Carry on my wearied friend, don't you cry no more...

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