I really don't understand Spanish bathrooms.

First of all, there was no toilet paper today (often the case) and then a makeshift hand-dryer plugged into the wall that barely even blows any air. In Spain they don't even pretend that the locks on the doors work. Denise suggested that we start whittling our own holds in the wood to let the lock do its job and allow her to pee without fear of an audience. One servicio today did actually have soap, which is unheard of, but in addition to the main dispenser near the sink, there was another one on a different wall and at least a foot over my head. Now I know I'm a bit on the short side, but this would have been eye-level for someone 6 feet tall. Kind of an odd place for a soap dispenser.

But the walls were a pretty maroon and this place had one of the best coffees I've had in Spain.