Smelly Girl Goes to London

Last week I boarded a flight for my very first non-Spanish-speaking-country international flight. (Well, I went to Canada once, but I didn’t fly there. Weirdly, I drove a van full of predominately Jewish middle schoolers… but that’s a story for another time. Well, that basically is the story… I was taking a bunch of Jewish teens to Canada.)

So I was on my best new country behavior, but an epic question hung in the air: Will I or won’t I shower? My anxiety over this issue rose when I peaked into the shower and got this treat:

I mean, seriously, what am I supposed to do with these two knobs? They are not even for hot and cold like you might think.

And then there were instructions: turn left for a couple seconds, then turn right. Watch out or you’ll get soaked when you didn’t intend to. Oh great! That’s basically a guarantee for me. I don’t like showers that require an orientation.

You’ll be happy to know that I gave it a shot and it turned out not to be that challenging. And I didn’t even get electrocuted. So there you go. This smelly girl is growing up…

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