Kickin it in Budapest, and hitchhiking to Bratislava.

I'm Here! It was so nice to get off that dreaded airplane and see Marta's smiling face. I have no idea what I would have done if she would have had trouble getting to the airport.

Hungarian is a crazy language... I would not have had a chance :)

After surviving the plane ride over the pond and taking a long nap, Marta and I were ready to see what Budapest had to offer. We were not disappointed! The food was great and the buildings were beautiful.

After hearing some American lady, bitch about a waitress making a small mistake, "Aaah! This is not the juice I ordered! I ordered sour cherry! Not strawberry! That waitress is going to fix this! I can't believe this!", I vowed to do my best never to be "THAT American". I also decided that if I find myself around these close-minded freaks that I might just be from Canada that day. :)

All in all, Budapest was great. It was formerly two cities, and the way the Danube River flows right down the middle of the city is really something. We had a blast, but it was time to get going.

On the drive to Bratislava, a little "Haarman Luck" kicked in, and I broke my second car of the summer. We lost the timing belt, and destroyed the engine in Marta's parents' car, before even reaching the Slovak border.

What do you do when you break down in Europe? Well... you don't ask Marta. In fact! She might ask you what to do. :) Don't ask to use her cell phone either. It does work... "sometimes" :) It's never boring with this girl. Lets face it though, I am very blessed to have her.

Anyway, we ended up hitchhiking the remaining 15 kilometers to the border. Marta got a hold of some family friends and we were able to tow the car to Bratislava. Marta's mom laughed about the situation and with a great smile said " Vitaj na Slovensku!" ("Welcome to Slovakia!")