I love taking the train.
I’ve been fortunate enough to have taken the train across large parts of Canada, the US and Europe, and I never tire of it.
I especially love in cities such as Newcastle, or here in the lower mainland where the metro is not underground, but above so the city sweeps by you as you travel from neighbourhood to neighbourhood, under bridges and wrapping around the Fraser River. Sure, taking it day after day can get to you, but I love taking it on the weekend when I’m not pressed for time, can snag a coveted seat, listen to the ipod and free the mind and just digest from whatever the week threw out.
It also helps when your stop is the Vancouver Art Gallery, and you’re headed to see Leonardo Da Vinci’s The Mechanics of Man exhibit.
This makes the trip back home filled with so many amazing thoughts you may even miss your stop and ride a little longer.
Not that this happened to me, I’m just saying.