Kurt's been on subways, trams, a monorail, and the smallish locomotives one finds at Disneyland and Busch Gardens, but before Sunday had never been on a full sized, full service train. Given his (and Maria's, at this point) love of all things train related, not to mention the amount of times he's made us watch Polar Express, it seemed a travesty.
But we weren't sure how long of a ride he and Maria could reasonably sit for without driving us and everybody else on the train absolutely batty, so we decided to start small. It turns out Amtrak runs a forty five minute train from Newport News to Williamsburg and back, but nothing is ever easy, and when we analyzed all the logistics involved, we decided it would be easiest to drive to the station in Newport News, take a taxi to the Williamsburg station (the same price as a train trip, I kid you not), then board the 11:25 am train back to Newport News. Explaining this to the taxi diver was hard.
Here we are at the Newport News station, waiting for our taxi. Although we were careful about what we told him ahead of time (lest he get too wound up),Kurt figured out what was happening pretty quick.
In the taxi.
The rather lovely Williamsburg station.
The kids having a ball playing with handicap automatic door button.
Me telling them to knock it off.
Real trains are big and crazy loud.
But it wasn't long before they made themselves at home.
Once we were back in Newport News, Kurt said "Buh-bye train!"
So, overall, a success!
I was going to blog about the stomach flu from hell we recently had, but aren't you glad I picked this instead?