So in between lunch and dinner, if you’re in the sleeping car it’s off to the wine and cheese tasting if you choose.
Can’t a girl catch a break and read her Henning Mankell in peace?
It was a small group for the tasting—frankly it’s a far less crowded train than we’ve ever seen--and as a result at the end they had a lot of leftover wine, which they awarded based on answers to silly quiz questions. Hey--I won.
Our boothmates, from Washington State, are musicians who play the fiddle, mandolin, and guitar. He teaches engineering at the university. She manages a radio station. If you were a writer and needed character backgrounds, you couldn’t do better than to ride Amtrak.
Dinner--are you kidding me?
I send Art off to dinner alone, unable to ingest one more food item that isn’t a raw vegetable or interact with a single extra person with a fascinating life story.