One song leads to another
One friend to another
So, I’ll travel along
With a friend and a song…or maybe a comedian. I took a photo of Homer, Sandra and Issac, brothers and sister traveling from Phoenix to Bakersfield. This was at the Los Angeles station before boarding a bus over the grapevine. Except, none of them should be smiling. We’ve all had experiences where everything that could go wrong-did! They discovered there are two airports in Phoenix after they arrived at the wrong one. The relative who left them at the airport had already departed. Getting a ride to the right airport, a traffic hold-up, missing the correct flight by minutes. Then, finding out since it was now minutes after the 24 hour time to cancel, “Sorry, no refund.” Then renting a car and racing to nearby Maricopa to catch an Amtrak train and barely making it on board before the doors closed. Ahhh, such are the joys of travel. Makes you want to eat nails. But..Issac kept us all in stitches through the nearly three-hour wait time in the Lobby. They offered me coffee, pretzels, chocolate, mints and gales of laughter. Issac told me he heals everyday troubles by hugging his three-year old grandson. Laughter is healing and he took the drudgery out of my trip and theirs.
I’ve traveled from Northern California to Southern California on Amtrak many times and enjoyed the train. I’ve seen this bird, or maybe another bird, that appears to live inside the station on popcorn and bread crumbs. I couldn’t get a good picture, but watching birds anywhere gives me a lift.
Of course, I didn’t have to hang out my red panties to flag the train, or hang from a mail hook, but the Amtrak stop at Deming is a simple kiosk. The train was almost an hour late. It made up the lost time across the vast stretches of desert and we arrived in Los Angeles on time.
On my first ever overnight on a train, I can report the food was good, the attempt to sleep through the night was not very successful. But, I was warm and none the worse for wear. As we were disembarking, I took a picture of Tanya, who was dressed all in fur from head to toe, tiredly clutching her guitar. She told me she is hoping to be a musician someday, she earns her living doing make up, and “I look younger than I am.” Sweet!
They say the best part of travel is it reveals the value of home. I think the best part of travel is the people you meet. On that subject, I’ll get back to my last days with Jim when I’m settled in.