Trains and I, we have a love-hate relationship.
Growing up in California, the land of the car, trains seemed almost otherworldly.
Very glamourous. Very romantic. Very 1940s.
So moving to England and actually riding on trains to commute to work was a big slap in the face. All that scrambling to get a seat. Grumpy passengers. Piles of rubbish all over. The strong scent of urine in the air.
It didn’t exactly live up to expectations.
But now of course, Josh loves trains.
Probably because he doesn’t have to commute on them.
And the family thought it would be fun to take a train ride while we were out in California, from Ventura to Santa Barbara.
And they were right.
It was fun and Josh loved it.
We had to wait a while for the train to actually turn up. I think it was at least a half an hour late. Which meant plenty of time to hang out and play with the family.
Apparently trains are good places to play hide and seek.
It probably helps that this was the view from the train on the way back.
Even if the train still smells like pee.