I guess technically, I’m not in self-isolation any more. We’re going into the final phase of of the de-escalation and the State of Alarm ends as of this coming Sunday.
It’s already starting – more cars, more people, movement. Everyone who’s been in Begur these past three months is feeling wary and a little frightened. I don’t think we’re frightened about the virus, which has declined steadily and consistently in Catalunya, but about sharing our precious, private paradise. At times the isolation has made me feel sad or lonely, but it was also a beautiful blessing. On to the next phase!
Regarding my return, no news is…no news.
News from the United States, however, seems grim. From the very beginning of our confinement, this was my fear — things would improve in Spain and when I was ready to return to the US, it would be bad there. Hmm. Self-fulfilling prophesy? Not really, but seems to be happening.
Still no word from the Spanish government on when US citizens may enter the country.
Addendum to Gift Horse/Trojan Horse in week 11. I was moving the coffee maker on the counter to plug in a different appliance when I saw (without glasses) something orange and sparkly in the corner. On closer look it was the top of the exploded sparkling wine bottle…, cork still in place. Wow.
Susie's Senior Year Abroad 