
It wasn’t until moving to the East Coast that train travel became a possibility, and dear lord, I love it. Zero hassle, no security lines, and, hello, a cafe car. I’ve always loved road trips, but train travel is a whole other level.
On our trip back from DC this weekend, we rode in the dining car, instead of attempting to find two coach seats together. Being the AMC nerd that I am, it reminded me of the scene in White Christmas where they all stayed up in the dining card singing a hokey song. But I loved it. We shared one side of the booth, watching West Wing on the laptop, as the scenery went by. One of those little moments I’m going to lock away. Sometimes the destination is just an excuse for a journey.