Well, that was a weird weekend…
I was going to try and ignore Covid-19 a bit more on my blog, but that’s not really possible. It’s all that’s on my mind right now.
On Saturday we had 9 infections (there are only 160.000 people living on this island) and they announced an evening curfew. It’s not allowed to be out on the street between 9 PM and 6 AM.
On Sunday morning, during the 11.30 AM press conference, there were 10 infections, one of them confirmed to be local. They announced another press conference later that day.
We were out during that first press conference. T. was going cabin crazy, after being home for a full two weeks, so I proposed to get in the car and drive around a bit. We stopped at a beach promenade and had some fries at a take-out and drove a bit more until we were glad to go home. It was just what he needed to feel a bit less restless.
I must have felt it coming…
At 6 PM they announced there is an 11th infection and we’re in full lockdown since this early morning (but since the curfew was already in place, actually since 9 PM last night). We’re only allowed to go out for essentials. Grocery shopping, getting gas or going to a botika (pharmacy) is allowed, but only one person at a time. No walks, no swims, we have to stay home. They compared it to taking shelter for a hurricane. I have to say that didn’t make me feel any better. If they compare the expected outbreak here to a hurricane, they probably already know that things will get bad.
Oh well, at least we had those few hours on Sunday to look back at and a good house to take shelter in. And there will still be beautiful sunsets to admire…
