I love riding on trains, but the last time I was on a train was when I just arrived in America. A baby in my arms and my first big travel on my own in a foreign country, whose language still was strange to me. All the way from Montana to Texas, three days and two nights. I was unable to comprehend at that time, how exiting this ride would be, how many obsticles I would have to overcome and that at times I have to wait patiently when I missed my next connection. Taking detours, but keeping my goals on my mind. I am still riding on this train, my destination slightly changed since my last train ride, the possibilities like Donna mentioned are endless.even after all this time I have spend in the USA.