Such a love/hate relationship with farmacias.
Ellen Kittle
12

Possibly my best travel story is from when I was on a Greek island at 19 and broke out in a rash because I was apparently too much of a delicate flower for salt water. At the pharmacy I of course couldn’t just scan the shelves but had to talk to the pharmacist. As soon as I said the word “rash,” he immediately said, “Oh, gynecological?” I mustered my limited dignity to say, “No, on my arms and legs,” while my friends died laughing.

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