Yesterday I had to “do my business” outside our house. Not once, but twice. Ick! Doing one’s business in a public place in Mexico is a horrible experience guaranteed to cause PTSD in even the hardiest souls. Going to battle with a Mexican bathrooms is not fun. Of course there are hundreds upon hundreds of lovely bathrooms in Mexico. This blog post is not about them.
I don’t know why so many Mexican restrooms look like they have been bombed. It’s not something I understand, but it happens repeatedly.
You can usually count on one or more of the following happening:
- No toilet paper (50 percent chance)
- No hand soap (70 percent chance)
- No toilet seat (85 percent chance)
- Overflowing waste baskets (50 percent chance)
- Toilets that won’t flush (50 percent chance)
I’m getting more and more used to these less than ideal conditions but yesterday with my stomach acting up, I just about lost it. The first bathroom (in a really nice cafe we go to all the time) had one stall completely out of toilet paper and the other stall had no toilet seat!
The second place we visited (a cultural center set-up music and food festival) had no toilet seat either in one stall, and while they did have soap– hooray! – they didn’t have any paper towels. I found it even more interesting that when I was in the bathroom, they had someone cleaning it but she simply told me in Spanish that no paper towels were to be found.
If a bathroom has a toilet seat, paper towels, hand soap, and is clean, I always say a little prayer of gratitude in my head. I really do!
The state of Mexican bathrooms is of great interest to me because in Japan (where we’ll be living in the spring) every single public restroom even in the busiest train stations is spotless. I trust their state of cleanliness so much, I would completely adhere to the “five second rule” if a piece of candy fell on the floor. I would do it! I would eat it. I trust their state of cleanliness that much. I’ve never seen such clean bathrooms in my life! They never run out of toilet paper or hand towels and their soap containers are overflowing with sweet smelling, silky liquids. Don’t even get me started on how high tech their toilets are!
We’re headed to the United States soon for four days. I’ll see my oncologist and Andy will get some tests. Then we’ll be back in Morelia for 12 days before we move to Zihuataenjo for four months. I’m excited to return to the beach.