The Captain and I on our honeymoon!
The train, …much like the Orient Express, (only much cheaper)…. and we are in a tiny sleeper cabin.
There is a small portable table with two plush seats on either side beside the large window.
It reminds me of an RV or Tiny House, because a hide-a-way toilet is concealed by another cushioned seat.
Above this commode seat, is a sink that operates like a Murphy bed because it folds into the wall!
There are the amenities, consisting of tiny cups, small towels and of course the obligatory tiny bar of soap like those found in hotels.
The bed(s) are Murphy beds as they fold back into the wall on either side of the small cabin.
Privacy is key of course, and a locked sliding door closes us off from the sometimes busy hallway/corridor of the train.
Oh yes, there are curtains that can be pulled across the sliding door and two windows… and of course we pull the curtains closed.
The newer trains don’t have curtains…instead they have blinds or frosted windows.
Our room is very small.
Barely 6 foot, but instead of feeling cramped, we felt it quaint and very romantic.
Especially as we cozied up by the large window, watching the scenery as the train gently rocked back and forth.
The train we were on was older than most you see these days.
I loved that it was not the sleek, modernized “bullet” that so many travelers choose for their train journey.
This train was special in so many ways.
The window was amazing.
There were spectacular views of the countryside and I especially loved the small villages of Italy drifting by our window.
There was always a view…. if we were in our room or in the dining car.
It seemed strange, yet exciting to see that for the most part, there were no jumble of cars on the main streets, yes, traffic-free… or perhaps just not where the train passed through.
No chain stores, but little pockets of businesses like bakeries and meat shops and of course the never ending outdoor seating of small, small eateries.
We marveled at the people as we watched them through our window.
They would be leisurely sipping coffees or cold drinks, knowing they were in no hurry to eat and run, like we American’s do.
It was like our window was a private viewing into their lives.
And the villas and small homes alike were so beautiful.
We both smiled at the matronly woman in a large white apron, hanging laundry on a droopy clothes line.
It is so quiet and peaceful with only the sound of the train wheels on the tracks until we stop at a station.
There is something hypnotic, as the trains’ wheels sound the alert and we watch passengers getting off and on at the old world stations, most of them just small buildings with charming window panes concealing the interiors of the train station.
One such station had ivy growing on the side.
It appeared to have whitish/purple morning glories intertwined among the green leaves as they searched for the roof of the building, the anchor-less tendrils waving about in the breeze.
Particularly noticeable is that no one seems to be in a hurry.
It is like time stood still and we are transformed to another place in time.
If you ask, many will tell you that the best way to get around Italy is by train.
You see, the Italian Rail network, which runs like clockwork, is connected to just about every major city in Italy.
And there are all kinds of fares/tickets from a simple bus-like double seats in the rail car to really luxurious suites.
My dear readers, you know I am the eternal romantic and there is something romantic about riding the train.
It is…for lack of a better term, (I will take Meg Ryan’s line from Sleepless in Seattle.)….
It is “magic.”
Perhaps it is simply remembering child hood memories or the old black and white movies.
Or perhaps it is the romance and intrigue of a Agatha Christy novel on the Orient Express Train.
When I hear that train whistle in the distance or feel the rumble of the clickity-clack wheels on the rail road tracks, I smile.
I can see it when the train engineer or the conductor wave to a passer-by and they wave back.
I can see it in the eyes of a small child as they watch the moving train, wildly waving their hands.
There is something uniquely special about trains and train travel.
I am so glad that this mode of transportation has not gone by the wayside like so many things, as the modern technical world advances further into the 21st century.
And I am so glad the Captain and I got to experience this train ride.
Today, I am in the early planning stages of another train ride, this one from Florida to New York City.
I can hardly wait.
Do you like trains?
Do you prefer them to flying or driving?
Tell me your thoughts please.
Have a great and Blessed Day!