I first began to “take notice” of Coronavirus on February
21, 2020. It was on that day that the
news announced there were 9 cases of Coronavirus in Italy.
That caught my attention.
That caught my attention.

Until February 21, 2020 I had heard about the Coronavirus
in China and with a usual interest thought how terrible for those people and at
the same time thought “Well that’s China for you, always something.” The news that there was Coronavirus in Italy
made me pull up a map and realize our embarkation port in Venice was involved
in the Coronavirus reported cases.
But, it was only 9 after all and while it caught my
interest, I wasn’t much concerned, just alerted.
Today is March 1, 2020.
The report today (which may actually be yesterday’s report) is 1,694. That is a nine day jump of 1,685 cases, or
roughly 187 new cases per day) as far as we know. Mostly in Lombardy and Veneto regions. Our embarkation port is Venice. One of those Two hot spots.
In nine days, I’ve gone from “interested” to fully-engaged. I’ve spent every day praying that Oceania
Cruise lines would cancel the cruise in this region the same way they did for
all of Asia. Praying because while we cannot
not be on that ship, we can’t afford to lose all that money, money we have
saved over 5 years. Money that would
make a decent down payment on a house for one of our kids.
It is money I’d rather give to my favorite charities rather
than to Oceania, a multi-national corporation. It would do greater work.
But it’s not just the money it’s the “what if’s.” What if we get stuck on a cruise ship
like the people on the Diamond Princess and we have to get airlifted by the
United States government to get us home? And then find ourselves quarantined on
US Military bases, still unable to go home?
What if we find ourselves in Turkey as refugees with no
way home? Or maybe Croatia? I joke “I’ve always wanted to backpack through
Europe, just not in this way.” We laugh, nervously.
As I’ve searched Oceania’s notices on Coronavirus every
day. The latest was that if we had a fever, we would not be allowed to
embark. Fair enough. But, if we became ill during the trip, we
would be “quarantined” in our cabins or “disembarked.”
That last one gave me a chill, disembarked
where? Just wherever they decide? And even if they decided it
would be a good idea to disembark us in Albania, would Albania think it was a
good idea we got disembarked onto their soil?
My second joke has been “I’ve always loved Greece, I just
don’t know if I want to die there.” Again, we laugh.
In the last nine days, between calls to Oceania, looking
up the latest on their site, the State Department site, the Centers for Disease
Control and Johns Hopkins interactive map, Coronavirus has now become a reality
in my country, the USA.
As I write this, the latest bulletin is there are now two
deaths in Washington State. Nine days
ago I was watching with interest the outbreak in Italy, now I am watching it in
my homeland. And that is a game changer
for reals. It has in an odd way calmed my anger and angst about losing $15,000
and just created a whirlpool of angst about how fast this thing could proceed
here, in the USA.
We are a nation of immigrants. Somebody is always “going home” to see the
relatives they left behind in the country of their origin.
On February 2, 2020, I went to Boston for a week to help
my son’s girlfriend after she had a very serious surgery. I usually get a car service, Five Star
Livery, to carry me from the airport to my son’s apartment in Framingham. It’s cheaper than a taxi and way cheaper than
renting a car for a week. My guy George,
who owns the business is Greek. I was so
excited about the half hour drive to tell George I was going to Greece! I asked him to teach me the most key phrases
in Greek during the drive.
I have traveled the world and I believe the ONE phrase
you must know is “Where is the Bathroom?”
It comes in very handy. And “Please”
and “Thank You” is very important.
George
and I laughed and talked the whole way and he corrected my pronunciation over
and over again. Especially how I
pronounced the Theatre of Epidaurus, which was going to be my all-time favorite
thing to see on the 10 day trip, my Mecca,
as it were.
George spends his European style 6 weeks in Greece, every
year, he saves up his money all year to return to Greece.
The young woman who is Taiwanese was my physical therapist
this last winter when I broke my foot.
We parted with hugs when we were done and she told me how her family was
all going to Taiwan over the holidays.
My folks at the Salon are Cambodian and every few years,
they are able to get home. The young men in the wine store are Nepalese. The
cashier at Royal Farms is Pakistani. My
Doctor is Indian. I attended a fundraiser for a school board candidate, the
host was Filipino, another candidate was Indian, I had a long conversation with
a Korean.
My favorite restaurants are
owned by native Italians and Salvadorans. My cab service to the airport are
mostly Ghanan.
I live in the DC/Baltimore Corridor. There is every race, every creed, every
religion, every color, every language here.
Living here, working here, becoming citizens, building businesses,
raising children and from time to time, going to their homeland to visit their
loved ones.
And we all are watching the news of this virus. As it spreads the world and makes us one
large completely vulnerable human family.
I moved past worried about a trip in 9 days and moved
into worried about my family. My guess
is many of these got to that point about a month or so ago or maybe even just in
the last couple days, depending on their country of origin.
So, I have decided to keep this log, day by day until we
are all out of the “woods” as it were. I may only write a couple of paragraphs,
depending on the day, my mood and my workload.
I think we have at least another month or so in this
country to get “woke.” I could be
wrong. I am sure that Italy is quite “woke”
given it has gone from 9 to 1,694 in nine days.
And..the Pope is ill.
And I have no doubt, those immigrants in my sphere are
quite “woke.” As they are getting news from home.
It is what it is.
My husband’s Grandmother lived through the Spanish Flu which killed 20
million worldwide, the last great Pandemic and I have footage of her talking
about it. I will try to cut it and put
it here.
But this is good enough for tonight. Love to You in the Age of the
Coronavirus. Prayers & Blessings!
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