oh where, oh where, could my biking tim be??

I have to say I (piper) was a little blogging-bitter after the digi went MIA, and we could no longer post pictures. But now that I've been home on US soil for a little over a week, I'm feeling extra bloggy, as if I could somehow live vicariously through Timo; still biking from one adventure to the next in Central Europe...

Touching the tarmac at the Baltimore airport with soles that have taken me nearly 3000 miles, I felt I had finally 'arrived.' A funny feeling, "arriving;" the bike trip being a series of mini-arrivals, but never the grand finale... and my life up to this point also being a series of mini-arrivals and revelations, but never before have i felt such an enormous feeling of accomplishment and joy at truly being humbled by the world in which we live.

... and where is Tim?

That valiant man 'o mine biked 10 miles (in the snow up a hill with nothing but a tshirt on ;D)... with a giNORmous bike box, back to our campground, packed up my bike and put me in a cab to the airport in Vienna... The cab driver (a balding, overweight, chain smoking Austrian man of 50, with bad dandruff, a black shirt, and a love for the Austrian equivolant to Celine Dion) graciously kept the conversation going to the airport, so that it wasn't until I boarded my flight that I got a bit teary thinking of Tim packing up the tent by himself for the very first time...

....he must be cursing the extra weight... muuuuuuuuuaaaaaahahahahahahh!!!

... but where is Tim?

Last I heard he had reached Budapest- about 3/4 days from Vienna, and he was heading to the Lake Balaton region (get out your maps kiddies...) about 2 days... but that was 3 almost 4 days ago... am I worried? Not really... I kind of feel like it's a game of "Where in the world is Carmen Sandiego.." trying to guess when/where he'll pop up on the radar again... crap... I feel like my mom.