The thick blanket of clouds hovering overhead in Budapest stood in stark contrast to the sunny blue skies of Madrid.
Was I really only in Spain one day ago?
I stood, alone, at the ticket counter at the Szechenyi baths.
“Just one please,” I told the attendant.
I wish I had company.
She handed me the watch with the microchip, which would serve as my entrance into the baths and the key to my lock, and I walked into the gorgeous bath house.
Outside, three pools of varying temperature were filled with people of all ages, enjoying the sunless day in Budapest.
I headed to the locker room.
Women were disrobing everywhere.
I clung to my bag, which contained my bathing suit.
Nope. There was no way I was going to take it all off right there, in front of strangers. Hell, even if it was people I knew, my outgoing personality was no match for my modest, keep-my-clothes-on-in-public attitude.