I like trains. More comfortable than buses. Easier than planes. The scenery is beautiful and often very different than the view from a car. I am currently sans car, so I’ve been using Amtrak to visit family out of town. It’s wonderful.
Trains are also incredibly romantic. Waiting on the platform, you can almost imagine the steam billowing around your coat and hat-box. Your lover running to embrace you and sob their last goodbyes.
There is an air of mystery (helped along with my recent viewing of Hercule Poirot’s Orient Express episode). You sit there wondering who that man is reading the newspaper. Where is that lady in sweatpants going? What does that young man typing furiously away at his laptop do for a living? Why are they taking the train?