I don't know what it is exactly about trains, but there is nothing like a train journey to send me into thought. Maybe it's the ability to sit facing backwards on trains, allowing you the most literal experience of looking back at the paths you've taken. It's almost as if you are caught in time and space, held in stasis while speeding towards and away from past and future. Perhaps that's why most travellers feel sick at the thought of travelling backwards--the metaphorical aspect dizzies and overwhelms. Not me. I prefer to see from whence I've come and this is probably pretty telling about my character, but I think it's easier to take in the landscape when looking back. Looking forward the landscape comes upon you too fast and does not allow for any kind of cognition, re- or otherwise. Or maybe it's growing up with my sister, who has always referred to travel time as 'quiet reflective time'. Such an effective kibosh on chit-chat put me in the habit of carrying a notebook and something to read, in addition to developing my ability to kip off almost anywhere.
In any case, I was on a train. It was early evening New Year's Eve and hubbs and I were travelling back from a dark and icy Paris. Dark and icy Paris, I've come to realise, is a stunning postcard. The third dimension loses something of its charm. It's hard to appreciate the fantastic time you may be having if every other thought is: COLD.
But, home. We were on our way home. On this train journey, we had the very best of Paris accompanying us: Camembert, jambon, a baguette and Bordeaux. And central heating. Heaven. This, with the train and the date, led to a retrospective look back on the year that was 2008.
I present you with what we will carry on from 2008:
- Woke sick and battered on New Year's Day, watched Bedknobs and Broomsticks and vowed not again.
- Like Samson and Austin Powers, I realised exactly where my mojo resides and realised too late.
- The Clouse House welcomed the first, little T the Tall.
- Frank the Goldfish came to us and left us mourning.
- Circumstances conclusively proved that yes, all's fair in love and war. Realised that disillusionment can be the coming of all ages.
- Were mistaken for Greeks, independently of each other: taciturn and scruffy for hubbs and brown, brown, brown for me.
- Founded the year of Hot and Sour Soup and Thai Salad.
- Turned 29. No comment.
- Finally became a cabin boy.
- The Academy's Sweetheart got married and reunited, it was very good.
- Mingled among the Welsh and the Walshes. Got lost on the Welsh coastline. Discovered a level of hell: the family-themed holiday resort.
- Camped in a tent, on an air mattress in late September, in Southeast England. Translation: burr. And we're not talking Aaron Burr.
- Both became Seniors at what we do, proving that we do it best (apparently).
- Hubbs drove Ford Mustang. Will never be the same.
- Had first dinner party--for 11 guests. Eschewed baby steps.
- The Bridges go legal. California meets Kansas.
- Travelled to Greece, US (twice for wifey), Tenby and Paris.
Retrospection complete, I turned to my third favourite thing to do on trains. A fuzzy wine-fueled nap--the best kind, I tell you.
Here comes 2009. Let's look sharp, shall we?
