So, Friday morning I tossed my overnight bag over my shoulder and took the short walk to the Amtrak station. I haven't been on a train in the South since I was a child, and it felt very different from the northeast, where traveling by train was common. I've tried to figure out what was different, but there's nothing I can point to. It just felt different. And for me it was a great adventure. Instead of driving the dreaded Interstate, trapped by myself in the car, I knit and watched the other passengers. I watched little towns go by, and laughed with the conductors, who clearly enjoyed their job. And 2 1/2 highly entertaining hours later, I was in Tampa.
I wandered around Ybor city, pausing now and then to lie in a park and read my book, for several hours while Alex was finishing his conference. And then I spent two highly entertaining days with my silly husband.
*I am quite aware that my inability to think of a single song about trains to use in this post, or at least the title immediately brands me a woman without small children.