Dr. Bonnie Henry, the British Columbia Officer of Public Health, announced today that we’re looking at another month of COVID-19 related restrictions. I can deal with that. Another month of staying home except for quick trips out for more essentials, or for sanity breaks in the fresh air – it’s important and necessary.
It would seem that, provincially, we’ve seen a flattening of the curve and the rise of new cases here in BC is lower than the national average. This is very exciting news!
What isn’t so exciting is the news that travel restrictions – whether the travel be for work or leisure – could remain in place for another 12 to 18 months. Hearing that had the same effect on me as a punch to the stomach. Travel, as you probably deduced from the tagline on my blog, is a big deal for me. Knowing that I’ve already had to cancel 1 trip and that I will likely have to cancel another 3 – thinking about this makes it difficult to breathe. So I’m doing what I do best – dealing, by not. Instead I’ll continue on with my trips down memory lane.
Like that night at a Paris bus stop, after a long day trip to Vaux-le-Vicomte and Provins. I was tired after being on my feet all day (1 of them in a walking cast). When I arrived at the bus stop to make my connection, I was the only person there. I felt slightly vulnerable and was desperate to get back to my hotel. I didn’t hear the man approach and sit next to me. What brought him to my attention was the smell of .. burned corn? Sure enough, when I looked at him I noticed that he was chomping on a burned ear of corn wrapped in paper towel.
As my mind was processing Mr. Burned Corn, I became aware of voices on my other side. In front of the transit map stood a (presumably) married couple. They were speaking German and arguing about (again, presumably) bus routes. Suddenly he started shouting at her, “Pont Neuf! Pont Neuf!”. I had to bite my tongue from laughing at the bizarre situation I had found myself in.
Thankfully the bus soon arrived and I was headed towards my hotel. But not before a woman got onto the bus with all of her earthly possessions, rode 2 stops and then proceeded to lug everything back off the bus while blocking the door open. Passengers started to shout at her for holding us up. I sat wide-eyed, too tired to know what to do. Finally someone helped her and we were off again. Fellow riders cheered.
It was such an eventful trip “home” and I was so happy to finally be able to rest my head on my tiny hotel bed. I couldn’t help but laugh to myself as I replayed the strange events in my head before drifting off to sleep.