Never eat anything bigger than your head and other tales from the road
Wednesday, March 11th, 2009 08:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rolanniIt snowed/sleeted/rained today, and then there was fog. Happily, the worst of it was done -- except the fog; that came later -- by the time we got on the road to Portland. We had built extra time into the schedule because of early predictions of vile weather, and so were a couple hours early to the Amtrak station. No worries, though; Steve had done some research via Google Maps and found Espo Trattoria, just a couple blocks away from the station. We motored there and sat ourselves down for an Italian dinner. Steve had the meat ravioli, which looked positively wonderful and I had the five cheese lasagna,which was every bit as wonderful as his looked, but! was very much bigger than my head, and would have fed Steve, me and three friends. Our very attentive and friendly waitress offered to box it up for me, and I would have accepted in a heartbeat, if I'd been going home. Alas, the thought of slugging a lasagna to Boston on the train failed to appeal, so the lasagna, victorious, was retired.
Despite lingering over coffee, we were still early to the train station. I fiddled with The Leewit, failed to capture the station wifi, read the paper, and watched part of a family drama before it was time to board the Downeaster.
The train is thin of company -- Steve and I are the only passengers in business class. However, Will, the cafe attendant let us know that their return trip is booked solid, due to the convergence of several Very Interesting Concerts in Boston tonight. Needless to say, we're giving Will plenty of room to rest.
We'll be pulling in to North Station in a little under an hour, then a taxi ride to the hotel and an early start tomorrow, traveling to High Point North Carolina by way of New York City, Baltimore Maryland, and Points South.
Lighted windows flow past my window here on the train, and I already miss the cats.
'night.
Blogging live from the Amtrak Downeaster
Despite lingering over coffee, we were still early to the train station. I fiddled with The Leewit, failed to capture the station wifi, read the paper, and watched part of a family drama before it was time to board the Downeaster.
The train is thin of company -- Steve and I are the only passengers in business class. However, Will, the cafe attendant let us know that their return trip is booked solid, due to the convergence of several Very Interesting Concerts in Boston tonight. Needless to say, we're giving Will plenty of room to rest.
We'll be pulling in to North Station in a little under an hour, then a taxi ride to the hotel and an early start tomorrow, traveling to High Point North Carolina by way of New York City, Baltimore Maryland, and Points South.
Lighted windows flow past my window here on the train, and I already miss the cats.
'night.
Blogging live from the Amtrak Downeaster
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Date: 2009-03-12 01:50 am (UTC)Sometimes the modern world just boggles my mind! I have accepted WiFi, and cellphones, though I own one not. But blogging live from the train -- that is just TOO cool!
Wish I were in N.Carolina. Have fun.
Abigail