We took Bea on her first train ride last weekend. She was very exited. She asked “what’s that?” about one million times. On our way back when we were waiting for the train she kept asking “where’s my train?” It’s funny how riding the train can be such an event when you experience it through two year-old eyes.
I would take her on the train more often but it seems like there is always some disturbing person that ends up sitting adjacent to you. Like when I took Mom and Jennifer down into the city a few years ago and they saw two guys sitting next to each other – the one was trimming the other ones nose hairs. Such a nice memory.
Laowai 
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