(A series of personal observations recorded as Italy takes action against the spread of Covid-19)
It’s my turn to go to the grocery store again. It shouldn’t be. After the last fiasco in which I not only left the house without a mask, I also stopped to drop a book off to someone and then proceeded to fare una chiacchiera with the shopkeeper (who was, in my defense, wearing a mask), it was agreed that I couldn’t be trusted with either the shopping or the lives of the people of our community. I get his point—we’re doing this to keep others safe, even more than for our own sakes, and who knows if I’m carrying this disease or not? I didn’t cough or touch my face (or anyone’s face) or shake hands, and I washed my hands both coming and going. But the mask… a crucial error. I’m learning.
G. has a cough today though, we need things, and, being one of the few genuinely altruistic people I know, he’s temporarily stepped down from his position as Official House Shopper, entrusting me with the job.
I added this blog as a way to share some thoughts and experiences around the impact of Covid-19 on my life here in Southern Italy. These posts have been a near-daily practice during this time and are largely unedited, most having been first posted on Facebook. They are of course in order with the most recent entry on the first page. I invite you to explore previous posts or even start from the beginning.