It’s been five weeks of living under semi-quarantine. In my state we can make essential trips to places like the supermarket and go out for exercise. Contact between people from different households is to be limited to necessary activities like caregiving.
Last night I woke up in the middle of the night and thought about how I danced in the street in Portugal last summer. A friend and I happened upon some people dancing to music in an outdoor plaza in Lisbon, and I was drawn in by the beckon of a lovely woman to join her for a few moments in the evening sun. It wasn’t a wistful thought, more of a “how lucky was I to have that experience.” Which led me to revisiting other travel moments in the past year:
Briskly walking at night in Montreal with a friend while she huddled over our takeout poutine to keep it warm until we reached our hotel.
Sharing a gyro sandwich from a food truck in chilly Washington, D.C. with my beau before we went back to our hotel to order dinner.
Taking photos of murals with family in hot Charlotte, North Carolina.
Lounging on an airbed in my sister’s new apartment in Massachusetts.
Camping for the first time with friends in Washington state.
Taking the tram in Portland, Oregon.
Walking a quiet woodsy path with a friend and her baby and dogs in Connecticut.
Standing under a waterfall with a friend in New York state.
Running through Epcot with a friend to catch a ride ten minutes before it closed.
And to think all those trips were done with different family and friends whom are near and dear to me, so to speak! Not to mention all the local outings with other friends (you know who you are). Now that most of us are apart, these experiences are all the richer as I dig into them.