My mother bought me The Eagles’ Hotel California as a Christmas present when I was in junior high, and I played it on the record player in my room and on the big stereo in the living room. (That thing was the size of a coffin and had a turntable, 8-track player, AM/FM radio, built-in speakers, and space for knickknacks.) I loved the gritty, glamorous songs even though I didn’t have enough life experience to understand most of them. Playing the record before school in the mornings helped me steel myself for running the gauntlet of junior high in a small town.
But Yvonne, you say, why are you featuring toilets in your travel blog? Isn’t that crude and gross? No, dear reader, toilets are something everyone worldwide has in common, and we all spend quite a bit of time in there. Besides, I promise it won’t be crude or gross.