Today I took the amtrak down to the San Diego area for a business meetin’. I got up at the crack o’ dawn, 6 AM so that my loving husband could drive me down to Union Station to catch the 7:20 to San Diego. The 7:20 to San Diego. That sounds neat.
We rode through much of urban Los Angeles and Orange County before turn west to the beaches. I saw lots of awesome graffiti. Amy R, you and I should go to the OC to shoot our graffiti photos! Also, I hadn’t realized that the Anaheim stop is right next to Angel Stadium. Hm… easy to get to. Ack! I just ended a sentence with a dangling preposition! Shame on me…
Once the novelty of being on a train (first time since 2002 except for the wine train on our honeymoon) wore off and I became bored with the stimulating Orange County scenery, and once the large coffee began to work its magic, I turned to my computer and the notes I’d made for the meeting. My brand spankin’ new laptop’s battery is strong and hearty. It lasts for more than five hours. Yum!
I had a great meeting in (or near) Oceanside. We had breakfast at a fun little diner in the middle of an industrial park. It was a lovely day and a fabulous meeting. The coffee was a boost and my huevos rancheros were quintessentially diner-licious.
The trip back north was sunny and lovely. The beaches were full of surfers and children. Often, people bathing on towels were just yards away. So close I could’ve spit on ’em!
All in all it was a lovely experience and, consequently, I now recommend the train for travel to SD.