I took the kids to San Diego by train last weekend. It was supposed to be a 4 hour ride but quickly turned to a 9 hour one when a desperate soul, right before our departure line, threw himself onto the tracks. Blood... coroners...CSI folk... kind of puts a damper on your beach plans.
Thanks to the help of a good friend, I made it to downtown L.A.'s legendary Union Station, only to wait around another few hours for the same exact train I originally planned on boarding.
No worries! Like a good marriage adventure, things don't always happen as intended, right? I bolstered the rugrats with some rare vending machine treats and a tour around the station via electric cart thanks to Bessie, a veteran station worker.
When we finally arrived in a coach car, my kids were dog tired. Who could blame them? I knew as a mother traveling alone I would have to find a seat next to people who could entertain both the kids and myself. A party of four beer swigging college guys whoRead More »from Basic Train-ing 101