Dy 280

Ending our stay in Budapest in the Gellert Baths and Spa. We’ve been walking at least four hours a day and Rosemarie needed a soak in the tub. For $20 we had as many hours in the pool and baths as we needed until the time ran out at 8 p.m.  When we left the baths the sun was shining across the Danube in patches of white light reminding us that  light is what remains when history is gone.

In this part of the world, what remains is just as important as what has been erased, and when you’re traveling in the shadow of governments and kingdoms that carrying away their footprints as they retreat and leave bullet holes in their wake, it’s important to remember that what’s permanent is what we can take with us in our hearts and in our memory, and that it’s always incumbant upon us to bear witness to what’s happened in our lifetime.

In my case, what happened was that Rosemarie arrived at the baths without a bathing suit. And so we traded the bathing equipment and undergarments we were carrying between us. Hardly one for the history books. But it did make us damn proud to be adaptable, resourceful, American women.