I love trains.
Today's post finds me aboard the Pacific Surfliner heading from San Diego to Los Angeles to spend the day with friends in West Hollywood.
Trains are, to a degree, romantic. Maybe I'm easily caught up in a feeling of nostalgia or just easily won over by the love of things from a different era. But all that aside, the train is romantic! I'm seated on the upper level of this double-decker car with a fantastic view of the sunny, southern California countryside. There's something cinematic about trains that appeals very much to our American voyeuristic culture. I liken it to people watching, only zoomed out a bit, snapshot after snapshot of American life: a man on a balcony, friends kayaking, a child and grandmother running to catch a train.
The whole experience seems rather fitting for Labor Day, seeing America at play. Now all I need to do is catch a glimpse of a barbecue and I'll be set.
Enjoy your day.
