There's something about trains that makes traveling on them so pleasurable. Is it the rhythm, the swaying, or the white noise produced by the wheels rubbing against the tracks, which both can be heard and cannot be heard, lulling us to sleep? Is it the silence, the varied landscape that we watch pass by like life itself, with just enough time to contemplate it before it disappears a few seconds later, giving way to a new scene, until we reach our final destination?

I like traveling by train. Unlike a plane, the train has the rhythm of a coast. It moves at its own pace, always on time. It's never rushed. It gives me the perfect space to reflect, read, watch a movie, or write without interruption.

For the first time, I took a train alone. This time, the trip lasted three hours without distractions. But beforehand, waiting in line to board at ten o'clock, I chatted with a very pleasant young couple from Monterrey who were on their honeymoon. "We're traveling without a fixed itinerary," they told me. "What a delight," I thought. Rarely can one travel without worries or obligations of any kind, at least during the days when work and budget allow. A trip dedicated to connecting souls, growing intimacy, and getting to know each other better in every sense, framed by everything that brings them pleasure.

I immediately remembered when my husband and I found ourselves in the same situation. Immersed in the bubble of a perfect world of love, in which everything is illusion, promise, mutual satisfaction, and a vast horizon of the future. At the same time, everything, absolutely everything, is an unanswered question. But in that moment, it doesn't matter; its magnitude is not contemplated, because living in the present, immersed in love and enjoyment, is the only thing that matters, what gives us certainty and confidence that everything, on life's journey, will be all right.

"This is how a life together should begin," I thought. It's important to strengthen the beginning of the journey with all kinds of pleasures, so that when the bubble of illusion ends, life itself provides us with the journey without a fixed itinerary.

As young people, we believe that love is enough to control destiny. While that's largely the case, it's also true that life has its plans and will mark unplanned and unforeseen stops for this honeymoon couple—as it does for all couples—some beautiful and pleasant, others less so. It's like the saying goes: "The camel driver has his plans, but the camel has its own." At each of these points, both will be faced with the choice of getting off and going their own way or continuing together. That is the commitment truly made on the wedding day. And it is in the bubble phase of the pleasurable journey, where the rhythm, the swaying, the sound, and the landscape strengthen hopes and love for whatever the future holds.

At a later station, an elderly couple boarded the train to sit opposite the newlyweds. The scene seemed to me a perfect metaphor for what it means to navigate life as a couple. I imagined the unplanned journeys the older couple must have taken with their children and grandchildren, the many experiences, hardships, moments of joy, sadness, pleasure, and pain.

That's what the journey is all about: sharing everything with the person you love, where the painful moments are divided and the joys are multiplied. And so the two couples ride along on the train of life, holding hands, as an example to follow.