Footnote 2: Bathrooms, continued;
Spain does have cool toilets, most flush with a button on the tank lid. The button is divided into two parts, about 2/3-1/3. With much experimentation, and several lab exercises, Brian, Dad & I have determined that the smaller button is for liquids, and the larger button is for solids. Dad is not fully convinced.

David Russell

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