Day 1: Train to LA (Ann Arbor to Chicago, Chicago to LA . . . )
*Highlights-
--> Yogurt-induced comas: Contrary to common belief, you cannot eat so much diary that you´ll go blind. After four yogurts each (afraid the yogurt would spoil after a day), a block of cream cheese (again, fear of spoiling), and half a block of monterrey jack, we both were able to see just fine-except for Paul because he wears glasses.
--> The novelty of a cross country train ride wore off after realizing we were only five hours into a 45 hour ride. A lot of reading, sleeping, and eating of soon-to-be spoiled dairy products. And let´s not forget about Gina. The lady from Chicago who, after drinking for a number of hours, told us everything there was to know about her daughter as loud as one could without considering her speech, yelling.
*Disclaimer- 50% to all of these posts are going to be about food. We thought that that was because we won´t be doing much else, but we haven´t even started the hike, and I guess that´s all we can share. . .
Day 2: (Still trainin´)
--> Not so much of a highlight, but more of an absurdity--it turns out that Paul has a mild allergy to raw apples . . . , and yet, all he talked about on the train was his darling apple juice . . . and apple pie . . .
Oh, and another fitfull night of sleep. Perhaps because we have to sleep sitting up, but then again, perhaps it was because poor Elenor, a grandma from Chicago, was afraid she´d sleep through her stop, eight hours away, and kept asking us for the time. The pacific and mountain time change also seemed to be throwing her off.
--> With six bananas, eight pieces of bread, and one jar of peanut butter, we were left with a predicament. With a little creativity and lack of sleep, we came up with banana hotdogs. They became an instant classic. There was also the lady in front of us who made us promise this wouldn´t become an Into the Wild type adventure for our mothers´ sake.
*Highlights-
--> Yogurt-induced comas: Contrary to common belief, you cannot eat so much diary that you´ll go blind. After four yogurts each (afraid the yogurt would spoil after a day), a block of cream cheese (again, fear of spoiling), and half a block of monterrey jack, we both were able to see just fine-except for Paul because he wears glasses.
--> The novelty of a cross country train ride wore off after realizing we were only five hours into a 45 hour ride. A lot of reading, sleeping, and eating of soon-to-be spoiled dairy products. And let´s not forget about Gina. The lady from Chicago who, after drinking for a number of hours, told us everything there was to know about her daughter as loud as one could without considering her speech, yelling.
*Disclaimer- 50% to all of these posts are going to be about food. We thought that that was because we won´t be doing much else, but we haven´t even started the hike, and I guess that´s all we can share. . .
Day 2: (Still trainin´)
--> Not so much of a highlight, but more of an absurdity--it turns out that Paul has a mild allergy to raw apples . . . , and yet, all he talked about on the train was his darling apple juice . . . and apple pie . . .
Oh, and another fitfull night of sleep. Perhaps because we have to sleep sitting up, but then again, perhaps it was because poor Elenor, a grandma from Chicago, was afraid she´d sleep through her stop, eight hours away, and kept asking us for the time. The pacific and mountain time change also seemed to be throwing her off.
--> With six bananas, eight pieces of bread, and one jar of peanut butter, we were left with a predicament. With a little creativity and lack of sleep, we came up with banana hotdogs. They became an instant classic. There was also the lady in front of us who made us promise this wouldn´t become an Into the Wild type adventure for our mothers´ sake.
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