Bob Dylan says that “it takes a lot to laugh, it takes a train to cry”. The train is our daily feature but I’d say we are done with crying for this lifetime.
About crying on and off the train I’ve written here. It was necessary to bring us together, but then the train stopped being the symbol of separation. Seeing that it brings you back home to me every working day.
Here is a tour of our trains and tracks, starting at home, in Capalbio station, and coming via Roma full circle back home. Only the featured photo was taken rather far away from us on our way back from Siena.
You go to work earlier than this. And not with this train.
My daily view when I pick you up at the station.
I say to bestia: “Vlaaaaak!” (=Train)
Sometimes I have human company.
Michelle Shocked: “He was waiting for a station just like some people wait for a train.” I might have found mine.
And this is already Roma, Monteverde, tram no. 8.
Ostiense station in Roma with its bananas.
Roma’s underground with another set of friends.
At Roma’s Termini station the train for Capalbio usually departs from the platform no. 28. See if you can find it.
Then it passes some lovely countryside. This was in April.
This is not our train. It’s freccia bianca, “White Arrow”, it’s fast and it refuses to stop at our little station.
Passing our volcano and the field of gold (nah and nah).
But poppies, yes.
Sometimes it’s just stone.
And assorted field flowers.
Sometimes it’s… wheat?
Barley??
Strawberries!
This is the direction from where the train comes, southeast.
Vlaaaaak! This one is the right one. This one will stop.
Don’t cross the yellow line.
It’s prohibited to cross the railway tracks. Please use the underground passage.
The home of Tuscany Tree Cat.
You go off here, and these people hop on and continue to Grosseto or Pisa.
And then I never let you go. At least until Monday.
I loved this post because the train is important in my life, too. The local commuter train, that I rode for many years and my husband still does; the train that takes me to visit my son in Washington, DC. I love hearing the train whistle that can come at any time of day or night around my home, being close to the station. And taking a journey on a train, that’s just wonderful. I have only gone as far as Pittsburgh (7 hours) but my son has traveled all the way across the US on a train. That is my ambition someday! Now I feel I know your train, and that is something to know about a person, I think.
Thanks, SSW! This line is from a song by Michelle Shocked off her cassette which we bought in Venice on a family outing a loooong time ago and listened in the car and soon learnt all the lyrics. The title was Short Sharp Shocked. Much love for her.
Ahh.. Like the last one. Sweet!!!
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Thanks, Judy, it tends to be, yes. 🙂
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merci pour la ballade en train
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You’re very welcome, Mamie. 🙂
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Beautiful all day long, hm?
😀
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Yes, Joey, but the best is when he returns. 🙂
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I so enjoyed looking through your post for trains and tracks. 😀
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I’m very glad you did, Cee. I know there are (too) many photos. I always find so many and it’s so hard to make a cut.
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I loved this post because the train is important in my life, too. The local commuter train, that I rode for many years and my husband still does; the train that takes me to visit my son in Washington, DC. I love hearing the train whistle that can come at any time of day or night around my home, being close to the station. And taking a journey on a train, that’s just wonderful. I have only gone as far as Pittsburgh (7 hours) but my son has traveled all the way across the US on a train. That is my ambition someday! Now I feel I know your train, and that is something to know about a person, I think.
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Oh, how lovely, Claudia, all of this. ❤ I wish you fulfil your ambition one day. 🙂 Cin cin to trains! We love you, don't go anywhere!!!
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I will always come home. Because there is no place like home!
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Aww, so sweet 🙂 Also, I love this “He was waiting for a station just like some people wait for a train” …
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Thanks, SSW! This line is from a song by Michelle Shocked off her cassette which we bought in Venice on a family outing a loooong time ago and listened in the car and soon learnt all the lyrics. The title was Short Sharp Shocked. Much love for her.
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This is such a nice collage.. I simply love it!!
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Thank you, Christie! 🙂
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