covid19

...the word holds a new significance. Perhaps because I am from a generation that has taken its liberty lightly. I've never had to go to war to defend it. And my country has been the standard-bearer for freedom around the world. Eight weeks of severe "freedom deprivation" here in France has made me appreciate it more than ever before.

Today I can see my friends face-to-face (or at least, mask-to-mask). Last night I went to dinner at the house of friends (thank you Steff and Sylvain). What a joy! Today I will get on my Griso and RIDE... anywhere I darn well please! Or, almost. Anywhere within 100 kilometers of my home. And within those 100km, I can ride to Castellane, the Gorge du Verdon or Entreveaux, places that people from all over the world come to visit each year... practically in my own back yard. On June 3rd I may even be able to cross the border into Italy! The taste of Freedom here in Europe is sweet.  

This calls for a song!

"Day 52 of my captivity" makes me think of the infamous "Sad Cat Diary" that has over 29 million views on YouTube (https://youtu.be/PKffm2uI4dk). Happily, my confinement appears to be drawing to an end. I admit there have been days that were frustrating... especially those beautiful spring days when I would have loved to wander freely on my Griso in this gorgeous region of France. And having to print out and sign an official document each time I wanted to go out to stretch my legs or pick up groceries has been annoying. And then there is this blog. I have not felt like I have had much to say that would interest those who read it- so I have remained silent. Today it's time to shake off the cobwebs.

Despite my not being talkative, I have not been idle during these two months. From day one I set several goals I hoped to achieve (which admittedly, I thought would last at most 3 weeks!), namely: Improve my drumming, learn Italian and be in better shape. I am happy to say that I have accomplished every goal. I am a much better drum player today and I practice an hour daily. I speak Italian better thanks to a GREAT teacher™.  And I'm in better shape than I was 8 weeks ago. I can run farther, I can do more pull-ups (10 at last count) and I've lost 6 pounds. No bingeing on Haagen-Dazs Macadamia Brittle ice cream while sobbing over Netflix for me.

And I prefer to count my blessings rather than ruminate on the negatives: I live in a beautiful small village. As of this date, no one here has been diagnosed with the virus. What a blessing! As for my job, I've gradually been able to teach some of my students using Zoom; this been a great learning experience; both for me and for them. Another plus has been the cat that adopted me 4 years ago. Normally quite indifferent, she has become surprisingly affectionate. It's been nice to have her companionship. And then there is Facetime and Whatsapp. Thanks to them, I've been able to keep in touch with my family in the US and with dear friends in Italy and France. And I've made new friends...friends I plan to keep long after this virus has run it's course.

I've discovered the joys of Carrefour drive, placing compact orders of groceries that I can fit into a tail bag on my motorcycle. What a pleasure it is to make the 14 kilometer round-trip once a week! Any (legal) excuse to get out on my bike is a very, very good one.

I go outside for a run or a walk every day that I can, within the legal time limit of one hour, and maximum distance of 1 kilometer from my domicile. It means a lot of running back and forth, but at least I'm running!

As I have said, I have counted my blessings. My friends in Italy have had it so much worse, for so much longer, than I. It breaks my heart to see their families sick, and to watch friends here in France lose loved ones to this plague.

And as for you dear reader- I hope you are well. I'm sure you have had interesting experiences and have many stories to tell about this historic time. I hope you too will share them. And.. I hope to see you out on the road in the weeks to come, in person or in photos. Monday, May 11th, I will have the right to ride up to 100 kilometers from my home. And I plan to do exactly THAT!

I've used this blog to talk about wonderful times with wonderful people. But for weeks those same people have been on the front lines of a battle to prevent the spread of a terrible virus to the rest of the world... and they have stood pretty much alone.  Some have been working from their homes. Others have been unable to visit their aging parents- for fear they may contaminate them. Many are currently on an imposed 15-day quarantine, staring at the four walls of their homes, while the sun is shining and the birds are chirping outside. I think of you all. Needless to say all museums, churches, schools, restaurants and bars are closed. Milan looks like a ghost town. And the Trevi Fountain in Rome had less visitors than ever this week. It sounds like something out of a futuristic sci-fi movie. But it's their grim reality.

Italy has taken a brave stand. And when we see the rapid acceleration of contagion, despite their superhuman efforts to contain it, we begin to understand how difficult this battle is ramping up to be. On March 4th, Italy had "only" 3089 cases. On March 13 the number had exploded to 17,660, with 1266 dead and 1328 in "reanimation". This mortality rate is surprising. Experts say that 80% of the cases have only mild symptoms and get well on their own. It's the other 20% that is the problem. They must be hospitalized and nearly half of that group will die. Italy's medical resources are being stretched to their limits.

While for two weeks I have worried from a distance about my Italian friends, yesterday I better understood what they have been going through. I woke early and turned my guest bedroom back into a home workout area, because I know I won't be going to the gym I normally frequent for at least a month. The small church I attend in Cannes announced it's closure for the weeks to come, so I won't be playing the drums there or teaching Sunday School for a while. Then there is my job. I teach English. Yesterday I wrote messages to all students and parents, announcing the end of lessons until further notice. I spent the entire day cooped up in my home, the first of many to come. It was a bit boring. And then I received a text from Rox. Would I like to join her, Luigi and Fio for a virtual visit of an Italian museum? I jumped at the chance. At 5:30 sharp the four of us were there. Group chatting on our phones via Whatsapp, while sitting at our computers and touring the museum.

We spent an hour together. We figured out how to use the site. We got lost. Some of us waited for others to catch up. We joked around and we laughed together. A lot like we do on those rare occasions when we get to ride together. It was so wonderful, it brings tears to my eyes just to write about it. Because it was full of Hope. Hope for better, brighter days. Hope that we will weather this storm and see each other again. This global crisis will eventually end, and perhaps we will all be more thankful for everything that God has blessed us with, once on the other side.

For those who read this message, I wish you well. I wish you health, courage and wisdom for the upcoming days and weeks. As Andrea, yet another Italian friend said: Let's stand strong and beat this monster.