We have been having a grand old time here in Lyon. We have been walking a ton, no wonder Europeans are so skinny, everything is at least a mile a way. Well, after all that walking, I was so happy to come back to the hotel and put my feet in a nice warm foot soaker. How clever of those Europeans to invent such a thing. They even put it right next to the toliet so you can just put the toilet seat down, sit on the lid and put your feet up. I even showed Porter, he thought it was great and couldn't wait to soak his feet in it. Last night I soaked my feet, and then tonight I was soaking when a friend came to our room to grab so stuff. I jumped out of the bathroom to say 'hi,' but only for a moment. I wanted to get back to my mini spa treatment. He was going on about how we had a couch in our room and he didn't. That's when I brought up the foot soaker. I told him that it was great, perfect for tired feet. He asked to see it, so I quickly took him into the bathroom. "Erin, that's a bidet!" as he started laughing hysterically! "You know, where people wash their you know what." EWWWWWWWWWWWW! Gross, Gross, Gross!!!!! I know you are thinking, duh Erin. But seriously, I thought is was a foot soaker. It doesn't even spray upward. How would you.......wait, never mind. I don't even want to know. Needless to say, I did not finish my mini spa treatment tonight. Instead I blogged for your enjoyment. We all did have a good laugh about it, and I'm sure I'm not going to hear the end of it when the rest of the group finds out.