This past Saturday, Boyfriend, my dad and myself took the train to San Diego and returned, not at all sick of each other's company, the next day.
What made the trip fairly unique was that the train held a 1927 engine, carrying behind it 10-11 modern Amtrak cars.
Depending on the fuel that was burning, the engine blew black or white steam, as if a papal decision still hung in the balance. During occasional stops, we'd disembark, and the train would back up about a mile to pick up speed for a 'driveby' of about 80 mph for the gratification of the thousands of lenses focused, poised and ready.
We got into San Diego at about 4P. Our hotel was closeby, so we walked from the depot – and were almost immediately greeted by some locals:
We checked in, and agreed to meet in a couple of hours and get Dinner.
I knew that Little Italy was close by, but I didn't know that it was literally within spitting distance (I didn't test this, however). It's a charming place, full of mosaics, piazzas, faux-renaissance painting on walls, baskets of flowers hanging from the street signs. Menus of the restaurants stood outside, and I can't think of better window shopping. The one we chose, as I later told the concierge of our hotel, murdered us with food. (The antipasto was the best kind – all meat and cheese: no vegetables or breadsticks – daintiness did not become it.)
Now, there was one thing I noticed throughout our trip. People were waving at us.
Everyone: workers, surfers, bicyclers, sunbathers, children (one little girl was holding her ears), their parents. They were everywhere: at the beach, in cars stopped at the railroad crossing, on apartment balconies, peering through curtains.
Some already had cameras. I don't know how they got ready so soon; possibly they were more in tune with the soles of their feet, and could feel the steam and wheels grinding upwards through the ground hours before anyone else.
Why did they wave at us? Admiration of early technology, when smoke in the air was a thing of beauty, and not something worrisome? Admiration of speed, and loudness? Are these people tired of streamlined sameness? Why were they happy?
I asked Boyfriend about this. Without pause, he answered, "They want to be part of it."
Now, earlier, he claimed that a dog was waving at us too. I called him on this, requesting an explanation. He answered, "Its tail was wagging."
Boyfriend: 2. Aubrey: 0.