menos mal
I’m pretty sure I smell like feet. Oooh, hey! Isn’t that a pretty picture from the botanical garden? See, even you weren’t distracted enough by the beauty of Barcelona not to notice how much I smell like feet. And it isn’t even my feet. My socks are clean and smell strongly of that super harsh, gritty Tide detergent we picked up in London.
It’s everything else.
Like the clothes I climbed Montjuic in. Who came away from the botanical garden smelling anything but fresh n’ flowery? That’d be me. And the hostal doesn’t have laundry facilities. In fact, the whole city seems to be without a single laundromat. From what I understand, if you search very hard, you can find someone to pay to do your laundry for you, but I don’t have that kind of energy. No more searching. More siesta-ing.
So, I washed my clothes in the shower.
I noticed yesterday how the tub takes a long time to drain after I shower, so why not pretend to shower with the express purpose of backing up the tub, adding a bit of detergent, and getting some clean jeans? Why not, indeed. It was that or wait ’til Italy. And I guarantee no one wants to sit next to me on a train to Italy, smelling of feet as I do.
Or did. Because right now, I smell fine. I am, however, stark just naked waiting for my clothes to dry.
Menos mal
Menos mal que te aireaste tia! ; )
I think that with the urine-scented deodorant that they wear in Italy…no one would notice for a second that you smell like feet.
Awesome post. Creative thinking and tasteful nudity all at once. I didn’t realize until this moment that anything could make Barcelona more beautiful. Glad to be proven wrong.
there is at least one laundromat in barcelona. but i know from experience that by the time you find it the only clean article you will have left is a red halter top. the men will love this. the women will shoot you glowering looks of scorn….and then it will start to rain. on the upside - they fluff and fold!
p.s. and no, i don’t remember where it was. so sorry.
I stopped over in Munich for 12 hours one day and got a hotel room because I hadn’t slept in three days and hadn’t doen laundry in three weeks. Turns out it was Good Friday and every laundromat in the city was closed. So I washed my clothes in the hotel sink and tried to dry them over the ac/furnace vent…
Good luck with your laundry situation! The best thing about travelling is how it makes you appreciate the mundane things, like clean clothes.
You know when I found a laundromat in Barcleona? When I was killing time before my train to Turin. Nice. Very nice.
When I get around to it, I’ll post the address for ever dirty-clothed person who comes after me.
Italy is a fascinating state with historical cities, scenic countryside, mountains, attractive coast and art treasures.
It is virtually impossible to travel in Italy without encountering something historic - Italy has the most UNESCO World Heritage Sites on the planet, and there are plenty of things that UNESCO doesn’t trouble listing that are most likely more ancient than anything you’ve seen before. This is a land with history.