i guess this is childish and immature, but i love going by train in first class and have free coffee and magazines and fruit and internet and enough space to move my legs now and then. even though i'm always travelling backwards so i get car sick and can't work very well and the bistro car is always very far away and the train is always late and i now and then end up having to spend nights in hotels.
on this particular trip my car is full of beautiful little old ladies, which makes it even greater. one of them reminds me of a dear friend who is not well... i guess i really should try to go and see her and tell her i love her before it's too late?