My husband is a train buff. He is an amazing font of knowledge about all things public transit. It’s not unusual to be watching the opening scene in a movie with him and when he sees a train he’ll say something like, “This movie must take place in Chicago in the early 40’s.” He knows what kinds of train ran where and when. So for Christmas this year, I gave him a round-trip train ride for two to San Diego.
Last week we escaped the gray, dreary winter of western Washington State and caught a train south to sunny San Diego. The trip takes about a day and a half and we had a small sleeper berth. We passed through snowy mountains, ocean vistas studded with palm trees; past rivers, farmlands, cities and towns. Whenever the train had a 10 minute layover, my husband would be out on the platform taking pictures of the trains. His great happiness meant so much to me.
In San Diego we visited Coronado, where they filmed “Some Like It Hot” with Marilyn Monroe. I walked barefoot on the beach, luxuriating in the feel of the warm, silky, fine sand.
We went up to Cabrillo National Monument, with its incredible views of the San Diego skyline, across the bay, (see yesterday’s post) and we visited San Diego’s first mission.
The mission building and grounds were lovely, but what lingers with me was an old photograph of a class of Native American children, all with sad or grim faces. These children had been forcibly removed from their families and sent to the Catholic mission school. This happened to Native kids all over the country and their tears flood my heart.
I’ll post pictures from our visit to San Diego’s fabulous Balboa Park, soon. I hope you vicariously enjoyed this trip, too!