As I was coming back to Chicago on the Amtrak, I had a seat all to myself... until the conductor asked me if I would be willing to move up a seat so a family could sit together. At first, I was a little unhappy about having to share my space, but it turned out to be one of the best experiences I have ever had with another passenger...
For most of our 3.5 hour journey, my companion and I did not really speak to one another (although I did notice that she was a native French speaker from the book she was reading and her accent). We slept. We ate. We read. As we approached Chicago and I noticed the familiar landmarks, Lis noticed me checking my watch and asked if it usually took so long to creep into Union Station. I smiled and said yes and asked if she had ever been to Chicago before.
She hadn't. But she had been to nearly ever other place in the world!
As we spoke, Lis told me about her origins in French Canada. She was married at 20 because her parents did not believe that a woman's place was anywhere outside the household. Yet Lis ended up pursuing an education in law and living without children... so that she could travel to all the places she had read about in books and seen in magazines - to places she had only dreamed of.
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