My bicycle journey across Europe comes to an end in Budapest. A week of swimming and baths and I am back to the States.
I walked out with everyone else. My exterior stoic, though a bit moist like the rocks around us. I know there was a bit more shimming to do to get out, nothing as hard, but by then my blood pressure was elevated, the boys less cute, the guide cunning and untrustworthy.
Some days, I pretty much feel like a loser. I wanted a tattoo that would remind me that, at least once in my life, I set a big goal and accomplished it.
There is nothing like a good soak in a mineral bath if you’ve been biking. Here’s how bathing in Budapest works.