Ahh Europe!
I love the cultures, the languages, the BREAD! In Germany they have my favorite radio station on the planet (HR3, in case you’re wondering, which stands for “Hessische Rundfunk 3″) and I get to speak my second favorite language. Yes, I love German. Sue me.
Italy – equally lovely, with killer cappucino everywhere, even in Italian versions of down and out bodegas. Venice with its’ canals, Torino (that’s Turin to us Americans) with its’ royal arches and its’ shroud….
Don’t even get me started on the Austrian countryside. Is there anywhere in the world more gorgeous? That’s not a rhetorical question. And the answer is no.
But amid all that, there is just one thing; what is up with the showers?
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Is it the ancient-ness of the plumbing? Is there a continental aversion to decent water pressure? Is a 10+ degree fluctuation of water temperature every few seconds supposed to have some sort of restorative effect on the body?
Seriously, if I ever live in Europe we’re going to need to do something about the shower situation. We got back to New York and after being thrilled to see my husband, all I could think was, “Thank god, a shower with water pressure and steady temperatures!”
Of course, now that I again have a great shower, what I miss is the great bread.
Isn’t that the way it goes?
