Aloha Friday Morning, May 27
Dragging a suitcase full of dirty clothing, we’re off via metro and tram to the laundry center. At this moment, just about all the clothing we brought along is tumbling in the dryer and it’s a sartorially splendid sight. I have on a pair of jams and an STS-132 t-shirt while Laurel’s sporting the swimsuit and cover-up she brought for the hot baths in Budapest.
More to follow (I’m running out of battery)