Any Light in this Tunnel…

Now on our third week of quarantine, or sheltering in place, whatever way we want to call it. I am a compliant type of person, I do what’s needs to be done. Besides, we are also animals of habit. Eventually, we embrace this forced routine too.

Yesterday I ventured out, a little further than my supermarket around the corner. Armed with my “self-certification” to justifying my roaming, and the mask, which looks like some sort of a passport to “roam.”

The city didn’t smell good, it did smell like sewage. Empty cities, I mean really empty, must be terrifying places. But, spring is here, though a little windy and cold now, but the birds are chirping ever so happily. They must think that something is not normal, yet I’m sure they are enjoying the newly found fresh air.


Everything grows, including our hair. Soon we will miss our hair color salon badly. I have a temporary solution for that with my Panama Hat though.

For all the rest I thought it is time to finish all those travel-size cosmetics, moisturizers, and hand creams I had in my bathroom.

Just another culpable feeling towards our overabundant lives.

BTW, we in Italy did not stock up in toilet paper; because we have the “bidet!” Sometimes it is nice to feel a little ahead of the rest of the world.

Duckling not included!

The news is, if not comforting yet, at least not heartbreaking. Some stability. That gives us a little ray of hope.



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I lived the most part of my life in Washington DC, now in Italy getting to know again my country. Plenty of surprises, for good and bad, and lots of nostalgia for DC.

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