Last Sunday I was out for a walk and, well, FUCK IT WAS HOT, so I thought I’d take a detour on my way home to see if one of my fave places Taberna de Pasos Largos was open for a cold beer (as it used to always be open on Sundays). Well, not only was it closed… IT WAS GONE. I mean, totally gone. Empty. And my heart broke a little, once again.
The toll of this fucking virus can be seen everywhere, but in my own world I am (so far) mostly affected by the restrictions it puts on me, including having lost my job and only source of income, as well as the loss of so many wonderful bars and restaurants. And this time I lost something very special. I don’t even know what to say, other than I will miss Paco, Pepe and Isi very much. Yes the food was great, the wine too, but I will mostly miss just being there with them. So sad. 
Paco & Pepe
Isi
Isi
I have no words to describe the idiots who have visited all this collateral loss onus by simply reusing to see what we were up against as soon as we had the receipts. I mean, Italy told us. “We have people filling every ICU, our hospitals are overwhelmed, this is not a drill.”
But people didn’t want to stay home for a few weeks and wear masks and social distance if they couldn’t. Too much like work! Governments didn’t have the political will or courage to say THIS IS BAD SHIT and institute test and trace protocols, which Is TOTALLY within the capacity of a developed country. No one wanted to say that it wasn’t any longer possible to go on doing what we always do the same way that we always do it. I imagine people reacting to the tremors and slowly rising water before Atlantis cracked and fell into the sea. “Oh, it’s just the ground settling.”
Well, now we can’t go on the same way we always did. You can’t do your job, I can’t do my job. Everything has to be delivered. Almost all human contact has been shaken out of the equation for anyone who wants to go on living. I don’t know if anything I want to do or anyplace I want to go will still be there when this is over, if it ever is. Fuck.
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Italy was two weeks ahead of Spain and we were still too slow to react. BUT even that might have been salvageable had we had followed through with, oh I don’t know, SOME KIND OF PLAN???
I actually thought we were doing pretty well here up until they lifted the lockdown at the end of June AND THEN OPENED UP INTERNATIONAL BORDERS for tourists, and then didn’t keep any sort of control over, well, anything.
Trust me, we have enough going on here with infected people from hot spots like Madrid and Barcelona travelling all over Spain for their summer holidays and not giving a shit. We don’t need extra help from tourists flying in from the UK (aka Plague Island).
Anyhow, numbers are rising, there will probably be a second wave in autumn. I will probably lose my home. I can’t think beyond the next day or so.
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