When in Rome.

*A little reminder why I am so happy on German grounds. So I landed in Rome and even before getting out of the airport building, it happened. The 1st confrontation with 'disorder' occured -- in the Italian toilet. It took me three toilets to find a more or less utilisable one . The 1st one had no door lock, the 2nd one's lock was half missing (I wonder who, and HOW, managed to snap the pretty heaving looking iron bar in half..?!) and the one I settled for finally, well it wasnt exactly the cleanest, those very suspisious looking droplets were of course present on the toilet seat, but Thank god there was still some toilet paper, so it was a problem that could be solved. It doesn't end there... forget soap and any sort of hand wiping material. To be fair, the initial evidence was there, and they did attempt to install the eco friendly wiping system - you know that pulley one which magically springs back into position after use. But, unfortunately, this particular one looked like it had long lost its magic touch. The poor thing looked like it had been victim to some serious acts of terrorrism; half its contents were dangling out, like guts on a battle field. Mechanism broken, and towel dirty, there was no way I could utilise it. My only interaction with it, was pity.
Ok, it was 9:00pm, a long day in life of loos, I guess.... BUT. hellO?! We are at the airport here, any time is welcome time, and the WC, a major pre destinationary experience for most travelers, should be on its best behaviour and appearance, always. What kind of introduction is this to new comers anyway?! Especially coming from a country where appearance is everything, and 'dress to impress' is a big part of the daily routine. Thank god its not my 1st time to Rome, such a first impression wouldn't have impressed me much. This would never happen on German grounds. Order. Organisation. Discipline . These are my new best friends. But then again, I did manage to catch the '9:00pm' bus, even though I only arrived at the bus stop 9:15. Sometimes rigidly sticking to the rules can be such a pain in the ass.