Last weekend, I travelled by train from Rome to Parma. By now, you should know I love to travel, even if it was for the sake of travelling. Just as the weekend before last when I took just a short train ride from home to Brussels airport, I could not but gaze at the scenery.
Travelling, scenery and a good book. What more can a person wish for?
Oh, and the book was about travelling too, travelling by train, actually:
That train was the one piece of life in all the deadly land; it was the one actor, the one spectacle fit to be observed in this paralysis of man and nature. And when I think now how the railroad was pushed through this unwatered wilderness and haunt of savage tribes…R.L.Stevenson, The Amateur Emigrant.