Toilets in Spain

One of the things that stroke my attention when I walked into a bathroom (el Bano, Aseo etc) in Spain was the second quasi toilet next to the normal toilet.

"What was that thing for?", my son Eddy asked me.
"well, with my wild guess I think it's used to clean people's assholes. You see, here is how the water flow gently without splashing", as I turned on the faucet.
The projection of the curved water flow seems to have the single purpose of cleaning the delicate part of your body, which is prone to be dirty on a daily basis. With the small towel hanging next to it, and the low elevation of the bowl, I can hardly imagine it was meant to be used for washing faces -- you'd have to really kneel down so low to put your face anywhere close to the faucet.
Eddy wasn't convinced it seems. I was reluctant to be too religious in defending my opinion either, because I wasn't so sure myself either.

Not until I saw the narrow-sized toilet paper next to the normal toilet, it was really narrow compared to the TP in America. The only other time I've seen such narrow toilet paper was probably in China. It's definitely more environment friendly, saving probably 1/3 of paper by making it so narrow. It's probably rare that some living human beings have asshole too wide to use such narrow toilet paper, even such phenomenal human being exists, there is that asshole washer right next to it, so there you go, problem solved!

Until the next day, another environment-friendly thing drew my attention in a bad way. The lights in the bathroom was actually sound-controlled. Meaning, if you wash your face, brush your teeth, or take a shower, even pee with loud noise, everything is fine, because there is noises, the light stays on. However, there was a huge problem when I had to take a dump. I don't know about you, guys like me enjoy that special part of the day as the most sacred routine, usually holding my most favorite book at the time, sitting on the toilet for a little while, until I couldn't feel both of my legs. Such experience is comparable to meditation in a Sauna bath. Well, thanks to the smart Spaniards, this was not possible any more. About just a few minutes into my zen moments, the light went off, when I was barely warmed up. Because I wasn't making any noises when shitting obviously. So I shouted, politely first, "come on, turn on the light!". As loud as I was, the light was still off. I shouted something else to inform the sound detector of my dissatisfaction, but nothing worked until the "f" word slipped out of my lips. The light was turned back on instantaneously. I don't know if the sound detector only worked for Spanish or what, but the f-word worked perfectly. So, that's a hint for you if you encounter such fascist hotels.