Rant: European Showers
People rave about the food in Europe. The cheese, the cold cuts, the sauces, wine, beer, dessert, gelato, mountains, beaches, and everything in between. However, absolutely no one raves about the showers. It’s not just because the water isn’t temperate, the water pressure pour of the minimal space of elbow room when trying to scrub the bike grease off my shins, but who the hell designed the “upscale showers”?
It’s off-season in Megeve, which means that suddenly the French equivalent of the Little Nell is actually affordable. For one night only, we were able to rest our weary legs in luxury; that is, if luxury is wrestling the detachable shower head back into itsattachment every time water pressure entered the hose. Here we are, surrounded by space (French hotels are notorious for their closet-like capacities), pillows, marble, and comfort, and I’m standing in the shower, fully clothed, half drenched, and yelling for my mum for reinforcement. The detachable shower head is writhing on the floor in a fit of scalding water, soaking the bathroom as it escapes the doorless shower stall and invading the hall.
Aww, luxury. What would I do without you?
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