Making Tracks

There is nothing as relaxing as a train ride. On Friday I had to get up at a ridiculous hour to catch the 6:34 am train to Montreal for an all day meeting, returning on the 4:45 pm train back to Ottawa. Checking in and picking up my ticket took me about two minutes. There was no security check, no taking off shoes, and no being patted down like I was recently when I was randomly chosen for extra screening.

Note if you take the train, it is a total lie that you should be there an hour before. Yawn.

Because I was traveling for work I was allowed to go business class, and so after I checked in, I was then able to sit in the lounge where there were comfy chairs and free drinks and newspapers. I so needed that coffee.

The trip to Montreal took about two hours, but there was no traffic and it was a very smooth ride. On the way they served more coffee and a choice of a fruit plate with yogurt and cereal, or a breakfast burrito. The way home was even better, with the beverage of your choice being served first. When I asked what she had on her wonderful cart, she told me that if I could name it, she had it. I chose the red wine but they had stronger stuff too. Dinner was lobster salad, roast beef, carrots and parsnips and a potato casserole. And the wine kept coming around. Too bad for me I have to drive myself home from the train station at the end of the day.

Also with free WiFi I was able to catch up on all of my blogs and social media necessities of the day. This is just the best way to travel, and it was such a reasonable price too. The train is just so much more civilized than flying these days.

As for the social networking updates, I have to say that Twitter is taking a lot out of me. It took me almost an hour to get through all of the updates for the day. Just curious, but do you all read everything? Or do you create lists and just check out the highlights? I really don’t have enough time anymore.

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About Finola

I am an Ottawa area Mom, writer-want-to-be and coffee legend in the making.
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5 Responses to Making Tracks

  1. gryph says:

    I love the train too. It's so civilized. 🙂

    I'm jealous you were able to get the WiFi to work. Last time I went, it totally wasn't working for me. 😛

  2. A Crafty Mom says:

    I love train travel, too, it's really fantastic!

    No, I don't read everything on Twitter. Hardly anything if I'm being honest. I have Tweetdeck set up in columns so I tend to mostly read my “Ottawa” group and even then I don't read anything I miss when I'm not at the computer (which is often). I gave up trying to keep up long ago, so I just pop on here and there when I have a minute. If something is interesting, I respond back or if I am really adventurous, I will post an update myself 🙂

  3. I want to take a train ride now!!!

  4. Finola says:

    Jennifer – I had a weird message when I connected to the WiFi, that the satellites were having troubles, and that WiFi would be free until the problem could be resolved. I wasn't sure what that was all about, but I was able to connect with no trouble.

    Crafty Mom – Thanks for the Twitter insights. I'm thinking of exploring the listing option so I can be a bit more selective.

    The Nicholson's (should that be “Nicholsons”, plural, not possessive?) – It's awesome!

    But I have to comment on the train derailment that just happened in Quebec. I seem to hear about small incidents fairly often, but this was quite a bad one. Luckily no one was seriously hurt, thank goodness.

  5. XUP says:

    Yay for VIA1!! I'll never take the poor people train again! lol

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