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Our trip home went perfectly. The taxi was 10 minutes early. No traffic. An uncrowded airport. Coffee and pastries at Starbucks. Our flight on Norwegian Air wasn’t full and I had plenty of leg room. We landed a half hour early. And the cats are delighted to have us home.
Our lunch Wednesday at Creperia in Bergen was another treat. I wish we knew about the place sooner. I’m dying to try one of their desserts. For lunch, I had a salmon and cream cheese crepe. Another work of art that tasted even better than it looked.
The one-seater toilet had a great sign, which it turns out is not exclusive to Creperia. The airport had the same signage. Some lavs share communal sink areas. One I was in in another restaurant in the city was entirely communal, just a row of enclosed stalls and no urinals. Enlightened and refreshing to see. It’s 2 p.m. and time for a siesta. San Geraldo and the cats await.
Nuestro viaje a casa fue perfecto. El taxi llegó 10 minutos antes. Sin tráfico. Un aeropuerto sin aglomeraciones. Café y bollería en Starbucks. Nuestro vuelo en Norwegian Air no estaba lleno y tenía mucho espacio para las piernas. Aterrizamos media hora antes. Y los gatos están encantados de tenernos en casa.
Nuestro almuerzo el miércoles en Creperia en Bergen fue otro placer. Ojalá supiéramos sobre el lugar antes. Muero por probar uno de sus postres. Para el almuerzo, comí una crepe de salmón y queso crema. Otra obra de arte que sabía incluso mejor de lo que parecía.
El inodoro de una plaza tenía un gran letrero, que resulta que no es exclusivo de Creperia. El aeropuerto tenía la misma señalización. Algunos lavamanos comparten áreas de fregaderos comunes. Uno en el que estaba en otro restaurante de la ciudad era completamente comunal, solo una fila de puestos cerrados y sin urinarios. Iluminado y refrescante de ver. Son las 14:00 y hora de la siesta. San Geraldo y los gatos esperan.
21 thoughts on “A crap at Creperia / Una caga en Creperia”
Oh SO serious Moose! Love it. And happy Dudo!
LOVE the washroom signage! Cute yet effective.
Togas for all!
Anonymous? This is Jim from Nova Scotia……
Argh! So many writers are appearing as Anonymous. SG actually asked me who Anonymous was.
The togas will be breezy in a few weeks.
Moose looks somewhat accusatory/ticked. Dudo, a tad surprised you’re home early. Imagine Isabel and her daughter weren’t skimping on treats or pets.
Cute bathroom signage. The United Polaris lounge at IAD and the United lounge at LHR simply have a hallway(s) of enclosed individual toilets (with hand washing facilities) that can be used by any gender. Actually a boon to women for whom potty parity in most places is not great…hence, the long lines of women waiting for the facilities in places like arenas, schools, and even most airports. Look how long it took congress to come up with a nearby bathroom for women serving in congress: 2011–even though there were already 76 women in the House at that time–and the first woman served in the House in 1917. So almost a hundred years. They got four toilets and two sinks.
Moose and Dudo had been asleep on the terrace. They didn’t miss a beat coming in to see us, but they weren’t fully awake. We got no attitude. Dudo used to give us some after a trip.
The signage gave me a good chuckle. Welcome home. Love SG’s boobage 🙂
We went to Norway for cosmetic surgery. SG was supposed to be getting pec implants!
Student time of year every where it seems. I always wondered whether toga rituals were similar to kilt rituals, just saying! Yeah, you are home and your “booby hubby” is just too cool!!
Love the airport toilet pics! They are a hoot.
Glad your trip home was pleasant, and thanks for the food porn … now I want a salmon crepe … and the cat porn; the boys look like they aren’t so angry that you went away.
I was kinda scared when I saw SG’s “moobs”–man boobs–but better after the explanation.
Sadly, I don’t think I can ever see ever a partially communal bathroom in this country. We are so provincial.
I’m glad all are home safe and sound. After all there is no place like it.
This is your pal Spo; Blogger is only letting me in as Anonymous. Stirges.
Maybe we should all simply sign off at the end of our comments. Some of mine have come off as Anon recently.
I went to a wedding 👰 🎩 💒 last weekend. The queue for the ladies was long. The gents was empty. As is normal in Europe I jumped into the men’s toilet, the same as I did on my wedding day. When I came out a man was waiting and said ‘ I didn’t expect that’. He then said that he liked my fascinator so I gave it to him. My husband then went to the toilet and out came the man wearing my fascinator. My husband said ‘ that’s my wife’s fascinator ‘ he said ‘ she gave it to me’. This could only happen in a unisex toilet. 😂
I sure hope that was a one-of-a-kind Versace fascinator you gave away. Do you have a picture of it?
Fun post! Glad you’re home safe and sound again and can now focus solely on recovery. Clearly Moose is saying “Where the HELL have you been?” while Dudo is saying “What did you BRING me?”
Crap! Debra She Who Seeks here. I’ve been bitten by the Anonymous bug too, it seems.
I don’t know what’s going on. But there’s an awful lot of Anonymous.
I love Moose. Look at the attitude he’s giving.LMAO!
Glad you two made it home…I’m off to the beach for the weekend.
Dudo used to give a lot of attitude. He doesn’t anymore. Moose was simply not quite awake and was wondering if it was really me. Hope the beach is currently a blast.