It’s Christmas eve, I’m on a train, and unfortunately, it’s not the Polar Express. There is no dancing bellman singing Christmas carols in harmony or a sea of flowing hot chocolate and I seriously doubt I’ll see Santa at the end of my ride. However, there is a bit of festivity in the air as passengers get on and off with excitement while stuffing and un-stuffing packages and luggage into already overstuffed crevices and overhead bins.
I have to admit, the thought of taking the train is such a romantic notion. I feel like I should be wearing a long sleek dress, a mysterious hat, clutching a fancy handbag with my long black gloves. Of course I would be headed to meet some tall, dark, handsome man in some remote mountaintop amidst a snowstorm. Ok, so maybe I’ve watched too many movies or maybe there’s just something about riding 80 mph over the landscape and through the woods on Christmas eve that seems a bit exotic to me.
In all reality, the train from Waterbury to Philadelphia isn’t quite that exciting, though I have to admit, it is much better than flying.
After a cancellation due to the ice storm and a slight delay the next day, I finally made it on the train to Pennsylvania this morning, suitcase, laptop and fiddle in tow.
Though I was bumped from Business class due to the cancellation yesterday and overbooked train today, I must admit that even in coach, the train is a comfy ride. It’s half the price of flying and there is no security I need to go through, no seat belt I need to fasten, no waiting for the pilot to shut off the fasten seat belt sign before I can get up, no turbulence, and no wondering how the hell we actually get up in the air and stay up there. Nope, instead I got me a nice comfy seat right here on the ground moving at the swift pace of exactly 79 mph. According to the conductor we are not allowed go any faster than that (yes I did ask). It actually makes me a bit dizzy to stare out the window. It’s hard to fixate your eyes on anything out there going at this pace. I guess now I know how passengers in my MINI feel. 😉
I’m a little over 4 hours into my journey and the snowcapped (or more recently the ice-capped) mountains of Vermont are long gone and now what I mostly see are small towns, quaint train stations and buildings with some interesting graffiti painted on the walls. Currently, I’m enjoying the luxury of both a window seat and the aisle seat as the person sitting next to me got off a few stops ago. For that I am thankful.
It’s Christmas eve and I am expecting to arrive in Philly somewhere around 8:30ish, if all goes well, and hopefully my lovely Auntie and I will find a place to celebrate the season in some church with beautiful Christmas music. If you have any suggestions feel free to leave them below. In the meantime, happy Christmas eve. Enjoy the comforts of wherever you are and may the magic of the season make your day great.