09 May 2019

The Queen Mary, Amtrak and Eurostar - USA to Europe without Flying.



No Airplanes, Please - 

New Mexico to the South of France
by Train and Ship



We just crossed over the Missouri River. 
On a train. 

We have a small sleeper compartment.
Private bathroom. 

Stan's playing guitar. 

Stan's happy - there's a self-serve coffee stand at the end of our coach. 

All meals are included on the 28 hour train trip from Albuquerque to Chicago. 

Salmon, fillet steak, NY cheesecake. 
A small bottle of merlot. 

The attendant brings hot water for tea to our compartment between meals. 
And makes up the beds.

Nice.


We weren't necessarily being "carbon conscious" by not flying.
I had retina surgery, and wasn't allowed to fly.

Okay, I thought - fine.
There has to be another way to get to France.
And - there is.

A pretty cool way, too.

Booked an Amtrak train from Albuquerque to Chicago. Overnight.
Another one from Chicago to New York. Also overnight. 

Then, the Queen Mary from New York to Southhampton in England.
It takes a week.

From there, via Eurostar train London to Paris, under the English Channel.
And on by train to Béziers and "Maggie May".


The entire transit took about 3 weeks.
No jet lag. Arrived relaxed and rested.

Even got to see a show in London on the way.

But back to the trip:

New Mexico is beautiful from the train.
Mountains and mesas.

(Did you know - the Santa Fe Railway never went to Santa Fe. 
The terrain was too tough. So it stopped in nearby Lamy.)


Across Kansas. Missouri.

Crossing a small corner of Iowa, and into Illinois.
Fields and farms and quiet towns. 


Over the Mississippi River.
Lots of water up here.
Still snow in some places!

Looks like it was a wet and wild winter in the Midwest. 



Finally - the train pulls into Chicago.


Chicago. 
Clean, cool architecture, friendly folks, and a killer location right on the lake. 

Museums, clubs, shows, parks. 
One of the better world-class cities. A bit unsung.

And - the Art Institute, which is always a treat.

My mother was a Chicago girl.
And I was born there.

Then, a new destination. 
Up along Lake Michigan to Wisconsin to visit Jim and Jane (and Jessica) Collins.


Also by train. 

The weather didn't cooperate. Freezing! 
So we had to discuss Everything Under the Sun - indoors.
Which - we did. 

Solving world problems left and right. 

(Jane, by the way, is a heck of a cook-!)

During the previous 5 months, we sold our house in New Mexico.

Sold the cars. 16 bicycles. Furniture. Antiques.
Gave away books, clothes, linens, kitchenware. 
Dozens of guitars. Rugs.

Art materials, art. Tons of tools.
-Untold  treasures.

And 1 cat. (who is probably happier now)

The goal was to get rid of everything. 
Aiming toward a "toothbrush and a credit card" life.

Lightening the load a bit. 


After that job, this long slow trip was welcome.


From Chicago, another train - the Lake Shore Limited. 
Sleeper compartment to New York.

Along the edges of Lake Michigan and Lake Erie.

Past Buffalo, where my Dad was born in 1910. 

The Queen Mary II is our next step - for the transatlantic portion of our trip back to France. 


Always wanted to take the Queen Mary.
It's not a cruise ship, it's an ocean liner.

Transport, rather than entertainment. 

Between New York and Southhampton, UK. 


And: It IS beautiful. Luxurious. Spacious. Elegant. 


Our stateroom has loads of space.

Even a fridge. An electric kettle. 
A private balcony, a king bed, and a comfortable sitting area. 

With a complimentary bottle of champagne.

Turn down service.
With chocolates. 


Evenings are quite formal - most men in tuxedos, most women in sparkly dresses. 
Lots of ballroom dancing and live music in the evenings.

Shows. Speakers.
A planetarium.


(You can hang out in your stateroom, and go to the buffet or the pub if you want to stay casual.)


The ship's library is the largest afloat - it's impressive. 

Stan is still happy - he's got his guitar and a view.


(I thought this might be some sort of modern art sculpture. 
Turns out it's a spare propeller blade. Yikes.)


I love just watching the water glide by.
No responsibilities. 
Being amazed that there is NOTHING around us - in any direction.
Just water. 
(Ok, maybe an iceberg or two up by Labrador-)

And we have so little idea of what is UNDER the water out here. 


After 7 nights' crossing, London-! 
We find last minute tickets to a West End show, and go out for dinner after.

TGV (the Train of Great Speed) from London to Paris. 
The Eurostar. Upstairs. Quiet.

Under the English Channel. Fast. 

Change stations in Paris. 
Passing over the Seine.

Through the fields and villages of France - way down to the south.


To Béziers overnight, before returning to the boat.



Then - finally, after a trip that took us 3 weeks:

It's time to open the champagne.


On the aft deck of Maggie May.

5 comments:

  1. Fantastic! Amazing to see the brown of the desert, green of France and white of the snow all in the same trip! And what a trip! It has everything!

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  2. Oh I loved this. Beautiful and inspiring!

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  3. Great photos, great adventures!

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  4. Wow, impressive traveling, great scenery, great motivation. Comfy accommodation, music on the verandas, wine on the table, looks like you made the best of the hardships of moving worlds I hope you didn't sort out "all" the problems, we are thirsty here for "light" entertainment.

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  5. Trish, how do you manage to stay young? no to become younger?

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