Could there be a more beautiful way to do this than a train journey?
Then, in some disbelief, we all arrived in Europe.
It was my parents first time on the Continent.
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Immediately, thebabys stroller, too wide for the luggage racks, was a problem.
Though the three generations had never traveled together, we found our rhythm with ease.
Purchasing food for each leg of the journey was a ritual I savored.
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We did not typically speak about love, but we did say: The journey is long.
Comoturned out to be so crowded with visitors that no restaurant could seat us for my husbands birthday dinner.
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When I was a child, we traveled plenty but onlywithin India.
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Inside the coach, a temporary society would form.
I remembered those societies on ourtrain ride through Italy, when our baby grinned at strangers.
But when we crossed into Switzerland, officers appeared in the aisle, barking Passport!
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How much money did they have?
The officer demanded that my mother open her purse to show the cash tucked inside.
Meanwhile, many of the white passengers looked serenely at their phones, undisturbed.
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Long after the officers left, the wound remained.
They were the racist profilers, but somehow we were the ones the humiliation clung to.
How far we were from Venices maze of stone lanes, its canals chockablock with gondolas.
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I took a picture of my dad, looking at the mountains with wonder.
But that is a shortsighted reading of this chapter.
Seeing the world before we die isnt that what a vacation is?
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is a profound privilege.
In Zurich, we saw a stage being dismantled at the train station.
We walked in the sunshine.
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We joined them we were happy to be tourists.
