Vintage Tío Pepe.
Sol de Andalucía embotellado.
Remember the good old days (last March) when we thought this would all be over by the summer? Well yesterday I checked back in with my GP to ask if there was any update about the Covid vaccinations in Sevilla. As in WHEN THE FUCK WERE WE GOING TO KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT WHEN WE’D BE GETTING THEM. And he said, nope. Nobody knows nuthin. Not even him. There is no programme in place for letting the public know when they will be able to get vaccinated.
This is so disheartening. Especially when it seems like our government, while totally fucking up vaccine distribution, is probably going to be promoting tourism – and more contagion – this summer. Because you know the whole Let’s Save Christmas thing went so well, with a (predictable) massive spike in new cases and deaths mid-January. Why not Save Summer and kill more disposable people too? Honestly, I despair.
It truly looks at this point that there will be nothing even closely resembling “our old lives” until next spring. Because, a bit like painting the Forth Bridge, once everyone is vaccinated, they are going to have to start all over again with the next round (which will hopefully run more smoothly).
Meanwhile? Well, do you have any plans? Other than NOT going on holiday?
So tomorrow we head into Fase 2 of the big SAVE CHRISTMAS programme set out by our various governments, which vary from region to region. For Andalucía as of tomorrow here is the deal…
Quite bittersweet stuff on social media this week with those MEMORIES they pop into your timeline so you can remember where you were on this day however many years ago. I mean, they are usually quite nice, but this year – and especially this week – I am just reminded almost daily that I SHOULD BE IN MÁLAGA.
I don’t actually remember the last time I didn’t go to Málaga in December, even for a couple of days. It’s become such an annual thing… Málaga in the summer and Málaga at Christmas. Needless to say I didn’t get there this past summer either. And in theory I could go as of this Friday, when they relax the travel restrictions so that we can now travel between provinces within our regions. In fact a friend very generously offered to pay for my train fare. But I just can’t. First of all… don’t wanna die! And of course I would not risk infecting other people outside my small living bubble (not an official bubble, but it’s somewhat bubblish).
Since… October??… I started only going out maybe a couple of times a week. During the summer and even September things felt almost normal in spite of the restrictions and even I was feeling less threatened by the virus, while of course taking all the precautions when out. But then numbers started climbing again and I decided to stay home more. Turned out that Andalucía in November had the highest number of new Covid cases and DEATHS since April, so that was probably a good decision. For those who don’t know, I am high risk for catching this fucker, with compromised immune system due to previous cancer and chemo.