“Toilet Police”

Just when some Hungarian started rolling off my tongue with ease I got on a bus and went to Krakow, Poland. What a beautiful ride. The biggest surprise was Slovakia- it was incredibly beautiful with ski slopes and lodges everywhere. I would like to go back and stay a while. The houses all looked so quaint, like out of a fairy tale book. From the bus the back yards looked like a patch work quilt, well defined rows of colorful flowers and lots of vegetables growing.

My only complaint was that they had a “Toilet Police” at the gas station we stopped at. Throughout Europe many places have you pay to use the toilet. The “Toilet Police” would not let me use the toilet because I only had Hungarian and Polish money and she would not accept either – only Slovakian money or Euros and I had neither.  Again I tried to play my “Old Lady” card by pointing to my hair, saying I am old, traveling alone, I don’t speak the language and because of my age I cannot hold my bladder for a long time.  But she just looked at me and shrugged as if to say “ Yeah, at your age you should start thinking about those adult diapers.” Fortunately, Slovakia is a small country and we were in Poland within an hour and I had Polish money and was able to use the toilet.

It helps in life to have 3 bones, a wishbone, a backbone and a funny bone- I am using up my funny bone at a good pace!