My mother was wrong. Very wrong. The train is in fact, not romantic.
I realized that I never tied up the train story. Here 'goes:
Key phrase from "Training" blog; "trip-aborting delay".
Translation: I de-trained in Merced (that is as far north as I was able to get on my time schedule), and came back home - complete with a 2 hour wait (hence, pizza).
So, no Barbara to discuss the finer points of life or missions work (bless her heart, she had a 3.5 hour wait at the Modesto train station...Poor thing). And, according to the train's customer service department, no refund.
Maybe they should think about renaming that department...customer disservice?
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