There's something about trains I just love. Maybe it's the synchronicity of time passing and distance covered--something an airplane betrays, by transporting you around the globe while distorting the passing of time, not just with airplane speed, but with movies, artificial meal + sleep time. Maybe I'm just Old Skool with transit, or I think that music is the perfect companion to train rides, always linear, always building distance; movement is a train's natural state of inertia after all. Trains were made to move, just like our bodies.
I also like the interaction on trains. I always meets interesting people on board. This time, LB + I met an adorable Belgian couple. The wife kept flirting with him, waving her book in his face, pushing him with her feet, nudging him with her elbow. They'd kissed, laugh, hug eachother. They were exactly how I hope to be when I get older. Eventually, we had an interesting cross-conversation. I spoke to them in French; she spoke to LB + I in Spanish; he spoke to me in English.
--He's American, she said, in French.
--Tu le répètes, he'd say, smiling [you just said that].
--He's crazy about America, she said.
--Really? I asked.
--I've seen 40 states, he said in English.
--Really? LB said.
--Wow, I said, Americans haven't seen that many states, I lamented.
Anyway, from Gare du Nord, LB + I traveled up through Brussels, Antwerp, Rotterdam to Amsterdam, swimming between city + country in an effortless stream. Here are some pics from the beginning of the train ride to our first night in Amsterdam:
When You're on a Serious Budget, the Maoz Salad Bar Does Magical Things for your Falafel
I Thought This was Fascinating: It's Like an Instant Sausage, Sandwich + Dumpling Machine Where You Can Just Put a Euro in and Run off with Your Snack. If that Doesn't Appeal to You, You Can Just Go to the Counter Instead
The Insanely Steep Staircase of our Hotel off of Plankage Parklaan