Trains are really, really fun. I can’t remember the first time I ever rode one — maybe in Williams, Ariz., en route to the Grand Canyon — but they sure as heck beat bus travel or, in many ways, trying to trundle through busy airports and drag my tired self through security before getting on a stuffy, germ-infested airplane.
Not that I don’t like airplanes. Or won’t board one.
But trains? Well, trains are tops.
And I’m on one right now, making my way to New York City for the Book Blogger Convention and other fun festivities in the city. It’s true that the Big Apple has a distinct vibe all its own, and I had a great time last May seeing the city with my family. My boyfriend Spencer will be with me now and, come hell or high water, I intend to have frozen hot chocolate at Serendipity 3. It’s, like, number one on my bucket list.
Okay — maybe not number one. Swimming in a vat of pumpkin spice lattes is probably number one. But it’s up there.
Happy Memorial Day to my American friends, and I hope to catch up with many of you in the city this weekend. But if I don’t see your smiling face, I’ll look forward to visiting you all when I return next week!