The overwhelming majority of Americans headed to Europe do so by heading to their nearest airport. A few get there by ship from East Coast cities. We suspect that there are very, very few who use Amtrak for any part of the way there, let alone almost half the 9,000 miles, but it's do-able!
Thanks to all the motels and restaurant meals that went on our Amtrak Guest Rewards credit card last summer, we had enough points for a free sleeper all the way from Seattle to Fort Lauderdale, Florida. Even though it was exactly one month into Spring, it was anything but "Springtime in the Rockies" as we passed along the southern edge of Glacier National Park. Even Minneapolis was covered in a fresh blanket of snow on April 22! The train stops for a 15-20 minute refueling every 350 miles or so, when we like to get off and stretch our legs walking up and down the platform. Since we're off to see Europe in the Summer, we have darned little cold-weather clothing, and every piece of it was on us at these stops until we got close to Washington DC.
We broke up the 4 days of train travel with a 24-hour stay in Toledo Ohio, in part to use a shower that didn't do the Macarena, in bigger part to revisit the Toledo Art Museum. While you wouldn't mistake it for the Metropolitan in NYC, the MFA in Boston, the Art Institute in Chicago or the National Gallery in DC, it is among the very best in the next tier down. Here are just three examples to entice you to include Toledo on a future trip of your own, starting with Thomas Cole's breathtaking 1840 fantasy, "The Architect's Dream." It is reminiscent of his 5-painting series "The Course of Empire," one set of which is in the National Gallery of Art and the other at the NY Historical Society, their most precious paintings.
Camille Pissarro was 10 years older than Monet, in fact the oldest of the group, but with as young a vision as any of them as the first example from 1881 illustrates, "Peasants Resting." You can see his influence on Post-Impressionist Georges Seurat in his dabs of color, which Seurat reduced to dots of color in his "pointillist" works. As the only artist to exhibit in all eight Impressionist exhibitions in Paris as well as being the student of Corot, a colleague of Monet and Renoir and mentor to Cezanne and Gaugin, among others, Pissarro is a central figure in the development of modern art.
But, just as Beethoven grew deaf, Pissarro battled eye infections that left him blind at his death in 1903. A pioneer in plein air (outdoors, rather than in a studio) painting, he had to wear dark glasses and limit himself to painting from windows in his last decade. In 1896, when he was exactly the same age as we are right now, he executed this moody "Roofs of Old Rouen, Grey Weather."
Besides the stopover in Toledo, we changed trains twice. Chicago was only an hour and a half wait in the comfortable lounge Amtrak provides for sleeper passengers. In Washington DC, however, we had 7 hours between trains, so we parked our suitcases in the special lounge there and hopped on the Red Line subway to meet up 8 stops away with dear friends Louise and Masaharu, who then shuttled us in their car to nearby Hillwood House.
Hillwood was the final home of Marjorie Merriweather Post, the lone child of cereal baron C. W. Post and, by her 20s, the wealthiest woman in America. Also one of the more frequently married and divorced (4 times for both ceremonies). And not just to anyone -- hubby #2 was E. F. Hutton, who helped Ms. Post gobble up Birdseye Foods and to convert the Postum Cereal Company into General Foods. Spouse #3 was Joseph E. Davies, who became Ambassador to the Soviet Union in the critical years 1936-38, later described in his book "Mission to Moscow" and a Warner Bros. movie based on it. While stationed in Moscow, Marjorie and her husband bought up tons of art from the government, which didn't want the decadent anti-socialist stuff, and desperate individuals, who did want it but needed rubles more. Hillwood today has one of the largest collections of imperial Russian art in the world.
The hours went quickly, touring the colorful gardens, exploring the grandiose house, but also taking time to catch up on family news with Louise and Masaharu. As it turns out, their son Thomas lives in Amsterdam, and we will be seeing him again and meeting his wife and daughter for the first time in less than 3 weeks, when we reach Amsterdam ourselves.
We're now in Ft. Lauderdale and less than 24 hours from departure on the Celebrity Infinity for the 12-day voyage to Europe. A walk next to the beach brought to mind what Ft. Lauderdale meant to many Americans when the two of us were teens, but what we hadn't yet realized then was how racially limited that image of fun on the beach was. A sign 100 yards away now makes the picture more complete.
As we prepare to board our own large boat, we'll close with this shot of Ft. Lauderdale excess, where neighbors compete not only with who has the biggest house, but also the biggest boat. Where else would you find boats bigger than the houses they're moored next to?