Wynette. As mentioned in a previous post, the bars are a godsend. They always have a loo which is usually pretty clean considering how often it is used each day.
The bars have creative ways to tell you which is for the señoras versus the señores. E.g., above photo.
Rarely are there paper towels to dry your hands, just an empty towel dispenser or one of those electric hand dryers. Europe has twice as strong electricity as the US so the dryers are stronger but I still don’t have patience with them so always leave with dripping hands.
And, yes, I know what you are thinking. Unlike the yellow arrows, sometimes a bar doesn’t appear on the Camino when you need one. Much of what we have passed through is deforrested farm land so it’s been a challenge, but I’ve always managed to find something. Usually a clump of tall bushes. Once about 200 feet into a plowed field behind a huge pile of rocks. Once under an amazing weeping willow tree. In just about every such place the pieces of toilet paper on the ground show it’s been used for the same purpose by many thoughtless pilgrims. It’s in these situations that I envy the guys.