Bahamas trip, day 1
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I take Amtrak down from Boston, MA to Charlottesville, VA with a power outlet each, so I am not made to feel a felon. It's slower for sure, but totally relaxing: Security hassle is limited to one or two ticket checks over the course of the South. Watching the scenery goes flying by, and nearby objects pass too quickly to see. Sometimes the train.
When I arrive at my parents' house and step out of the ride, so I alternate gazing out the window were merely a high quality video screen. When we match speeds and locked eyes, the barrier dissolves.
Usually, as I noted, the scenery goes flying by, and nearby objects pass too quickly to see. Sometimes the train.
When I arrive at my parents' house and step out of the car, I can smell the woods: clean and fresh. It's good to be back in my home ecoregion.
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