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		<title>Chicago by Train - shrugsnkisses</title>
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					<title><![CDATA[Lazy Sunday]]></title>
					<description><![CDATA[<div class='borderedPhoto' ><a href='/Photos/PhotoView.aspx?imageID=102067' class='photoLink' ><img src='http://img2.blogabond.com/UserPhotos/5975/300/Finley2.jpg' border=0><br>Katie and I with Conductor A. Finley</a></div>I think that one of my favorite things about the train is the interaction I enjoyed with the people around us. We spent a lot of time in the Observation Car playing <div class='borderedPhoto'  style='margin-right:10px;float:left;'><a href='/Photos/PhotoView.aspx?imageID=102070' class='photoLink' ><img src='http://img.blogabond.com/UserPhotos/5975/300/playingcards.jpg' border=0><br>Playing Cards</a></div>various games, or reading, or chatting.  Last night we stayed up till like 2 playing the dice game, and as we were doing that the conductor was constantly passing through the Observation Car and joking with us. Tim, a fellow passenger walked by, saw us, and asked "How do I get in on that?" To which we answered with a smile "Have a seat." <div class='borderedPhoto'  style='margin-left:10px;float:right;'><a href='/Photos/PhotoView.aspx?imageID=102068' class='photoLink' ><img src='http://img.blogabond.com/UserPhotos/5975/300/IMG-2261.jpg' border=0><br>Corn Fields</a></div>He was traveling with a young boy, who I believe was his nephew, Josh.  He also joined us for a little while.   Sadly, Tim, Josh, and Conductor Kinley all got off the train that night.<div class='borderedPhoto'  style='margin-right:10px;float:left;'><a href='/Photos/PhotoView.aspx?imageID=102066' class='photoLink' ><img src='http://img.blogabond.com/UserPhotos/5975/300/045.jpg' border=0><br>New Mexico</a></div>We were sad to see them go, but there was still a train full of people there to meet! and there were views of NM, KS, MO to take in.<div class='borderedPhoto' ><a href='/Photos/PhotoView.aspx?imageID=102069' class='photoLink' ><img src='http://img2.blogabond.com/UserPhotos/5975/300/IMG-2263.jpg' border=0><br>Soy Fields</a></div>]]></description>
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					<category><![CDATA[Kansas City KS, United States]]></category>
					<pubDate>Sun, 17 Jul 2011 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate> 
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					<title><![CDATA[LA's Union Station]]></title>
					<description><![CDATA[<div class='borderedPhoto'  style='margin-right:10px;float:left;'><a href='/Photos/PhotoView.aspx?imageID=102063' class='photoLink' ><img src='http://img2.blogabond.com/UserPhotos/5975/300/Taquitos.jpg' border=0><br>Cielito Lindo Taquitos</a></div> This trip began with a car ride to Cielito Lindo, on Olivera Street in LA for Taquitos--and they were a supper yummy dinner! Then it was across the street to <a href='/Costa-Rica/Union'>Union</a> Station  where we waited for our departure.  We arrived super early because of "carmagedon" (the 405 freeway was shut down for construction and everyone was predicting huge amounts of chaos for cars--turned out it was fine.) so we had plenty of time to enjoy our taquitos and the luxury of finding out we are first class on this trip. <div class='borderedPhoto'  style='margin-left:10px;float:right;'><a href='/Photos/PhotoView.aspx?imageID=102064' class='photoLink' ><img src='http://img.blogabond.com/UserPhotos/5975/300/Atthestation.jpg' border=0><br>Waiting in Union Station</a></div> We were told to just  take a seat and someone would come looking for us. Nice. Before too long an oversized golf cart came to us and Denise (?) drove us to the train--She was wonderful and even dropped us off right where we would be entering our train car, even though the train was not yet on the tracks. She is good! Once the train arrived, we met Riley, our fantastic Porter.  He was with us for the whole trip, and we were all happy about that. Riley was so nice and he took great care of us--He even helped us trade sleeper cars so that our group was just across the hall from each other (instead of on different levels as we were assigned). Off to a great start! <div class='borderedPhoto' ><a href='/Photos/PhotoView.aspx?imageID=102065' class='photoLink' ><img src='http://img2.blogabond.com/UserPhotos/5975/300/IMG-2244.jpg' border=0><br>On the train's Sleeper Car</a></div><br>]]></description>
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					<category><![CDATA[Los Angeles CA, United States]]></category>
					<pubDate>Sat, 16 Jul 2011 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate> 
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