My Year of Living Untravelly?

If you read my post from earlier today, you know I had left on the first leg of a journey to Buenos Aires to finish my circumnavigation of South America. Before I had gotten halfway to LA by train to catch my plane out of LAX, I was engrossed in a flurry of phone calls with Geoff, the Seabourn lecturer booker, to determine whether I should get on the plane. It became obvious over the next hour that I would be facing quarantine in Argentina, if I even got that far, because Colombia was likely not to allow me to set foot there even to change planes.

I am on my way back from LA now (I couldn’t get off the train because I had checked my suitcases) and I will now have a period of mental adjustment to not being where I had hoped to be and missing out on some things I had looked forward to doing, but also because I now have a loooong stretch of time with no travel plans.  If I am  not able to fly  to Lisbon in a few weeks to do the Canaries cruise, I will be in San Diego  seven months without any travel adventures, and only one for three weeks until the end of the year

I am worried about me!  I’m going to need to have a long conversation with myself about how to go from lemons to lemonade on this one. But one thing I am not going to do is wallow in self-pity. I have a great life and I will figure out how to make the next months an adventure.

it’s hard to imagine how anybody is going to avoid having their life altered negatively by this virus. It’s not just whether you get sick. It’s all the other kinds of losses it can bring. Maybe this will be the wake up call for enough people who have bought the fantasy that our president is doing the best job ever done.  If  I come down with this virus because I caught it in San Diego when I could have been somewhere else where people were doing a better job managing it, I am going to be even more blisteringly upset with that person in power who even today insists we don’t have very many cases and is too much of a coward to get the test himself even though he has been exposed. There, I’ve gone political. But my tush is sore from being on trains all day and I think I’ve earned the right to grouse a little!