The rain in Spain ...
Boy meets girl etc. The following June they set off in his Paro for a fortnight around the Algarve and Morocco. All goes well for a couple of hours to the halfway point between San Sebastien and Faro, when the careful hydration for the hot climate results in ever more pressing need.
The Paro does not have a toilet cubicle but the lunch had been packed in a plastic bag. Of necessity the couple became even more closely acquainted … the bag was filled, speed back to 70 kts, DV window opened and bag released, with apologies to a little village west of Oviedo VOR.
Forty-plus years later she still must contend with his problem bladder, only it’s two or three times a night which now has a totally different meaning to that which it had 40 years ago. Fortunately we’ve forgotten what was different about it …
The rain in Spain falls mainly from the plane.