Out of Town

I promised I would take DW out of town once Eleventh kid moved on, and here were are.  Very few people know where we actually are.

We arrived last night, by train.  The train was delayed by 4 hours because the weather is bad and trees kept falling on the tracks!  But what did we care?  We were on a train!  

Getting stuck on a train is way better than getting stuck on a plane.  You can walk around, there's a dining car with a bar, you can keep yourself fairly occupied and happy if you've a mind to.  Someone behind us on the train was relaying the delays to someone else on her phone.  "It's been HELL," she told her phone companion.  DW and I giggled.  So NOT hell.

Our hotel room is small and comfortable and the staff is easy-going, friendly, and helpful.  DW is still asleep, of course, so I'm up doing my thing until we can head to breakfast.  Maybe I'll get up and take a walk before she gets going.  The town we are in is small with lots of little shops on our street.

Man, I love my wife.  She's a fantastic travelling companion, as we discovered on our honeymoon adventure and it just gets confirmed on little trips like this.  She's hilarious and sweet, she's weird, and she puts up with my shenanigans.  I am so lucky.

We're probably going to need to take a tiny little trip like this sometime in the Spring.  Where should we go?