Every day things seem just a tad more serious. Today, the local policia patrolled the resort with loud halers warning us to all stay inside. And I’m beginning to think the worst that the coronavirus has actually killed the sun.
But, particularly as boredom really sets in, our spirits are lifted by reading friends and neighbours blogs and posts about how they are ‘surviving’ their enforced new found spare time: baking with the kids, enrolling on online courses, improving their Spanish, ‘visiting’ virtual museums and art galleries and finding some innovative ways to keep active whilst being housebound. It’s really quite inspiring.
Then there’s the other camp where some are obviously less cut out for isolation than others. I won’t name names, but they know who they are: Weeding artificial AstroTurf, hoovering lampshades and binge lunching on chocolate and wine, to name just a few lockdown activities.
In what might ultimately prove to be a completely futile attempt to distance ourselves from these crazies and align ourselves with the first group of people, Jo has today assembled all the ingredients to bake trays and trays of chocolate brownies whilst I’m frantically searching for an online wine tasting course. All being well, lunch tomorrow is sorted.
The 8pm Spanish Clap, a movement across Spain where we all take to our balconies and terraces to applaud those who continue to work and serve us, is quickly becoming the highlight of the day. This evening we surprised a lone dog walker minding her own business. “Muchas gracias” she confusingly shouted back to the three crazy English people apparently enthusiastically applauding and cheering her on as she bagged up her dog’s shit.
I would love to read her blog of versions of events tomorrow morning.
Take Care. Stay Safe.