Aussie Tales of the "Rona" in 2020!

G'day from Australia! We live in Port Macquarie, New South Wales and just over a year ago took over a Bed & Breakfast only 200m from Lighthouse Beach - such a dream come true since touring in Europe on our honeymoon in 1997 and falling in love with the concept of B&B's and hosting people from around the world! We've been absolutely loving welcoming guests from 30 different countries since taking over - we have such a beautiful gift to share this part of the world with them. My passion is helping each guest to have a memorable story to share and precious moments to cherish when they return home. We had months of bookings disappear in a matter of days once the borders were closed and we were placed into a lockdown mode in March of this year... as a Bed & Breakfast we were legally only allowed to host essential workers or for compassionate reasons (persons without a fixed address temporarily due to not being able to travel home). Was quite a shock to see all that we knew to be to just disappear and shift within a blink of an eye... and a 'new normal' was upon us.

We had a couple from Germany that was with us for a few nights as this started unfolding and they extended a few more nights as we all waited for what the travel directions would be... they tried to move their flight home but were unsuccessful and thus had 3 more weeks still here in Australia. As we discussed options of how much they could travel from Port Macquarie to see for day trips - this too was cut short with increasing restrictions and only essential reasons to leave your home was enforced. 

No hay mal que por bien no venga / Silver linings

I would recommend running the below text through Google translate or similar (if you’re reading this with Google Chrome it might come as an automatic option), to better understand this very open tale of how the lockdown helped Lorena recover her mental health, rediscover herself and grow in self-confidence and strengthen her relationship with her daughter. At the end of it there’s a summary in English.

Hoy tengo ganas de escribir, hace semanas mi primita Cristina me preguntó si quería participar y la verdad que me gustó la idea… lo único que me ha parado ha sido que me daba miedo escribir toda la historia porque se convertiría en una realidad de la que a veces queremos huir… pero en este caso os cuento mi relato, mi historia breve de estos meses atrás en los que no sabíamos que iba a pasar ni como íbamos acabar cada uno de nosotros..

Volviendo más o menos a las primeras semanas de marzo… cuando todo explotó… y nos declararon en estado de alarma y nos dijeron cada uno a su casa y no salgáis. Con todas esas noticias de gente muriendo, gente desesperada por salvar a esas personas, pánico por todos lados … vamos una locura que no podíamos adivinar qué iba a suceder… a mi me pilló vamos con un ataque de pánico porque sabia que si enfermaba estaba en lo cierto que no saldría… porque… ¿por qué pensaba así? Porque tengo una enfermedad muy importante más muchas otras cositas que acabarían complicando mi vida si yo enfermaba. Soy diabética, con problemas de alergias, con asma, más algunas pequeñas tonterías que no me ayudaban en mucho… pero ahora viendo todo después de estos meses mi problema no era ese … era la tristeza.

Pues eso, entré en estado de pánico... lloraba porque tenía mucho miedo de enfermar, lloraba ante la incertidumbre de no saber qué iba a pasar… no entendía porque ahora tenía tanto miedo de morir si meses antes era lo único que deseaba porque mi vida no tenía ningún sentido y me castigaba yo misma y me culpaba de muchas cosas de mi pasado. Estaba perdida, me sentía hecha pedazos y pensaba que le hacía un favor a todos los que me rodeaban. Es cierto que diez días antes de empezar toda mi vida empezaba a cambiar... me sentía con más energía, comenzaba otra vez a coger las riendas de mi vida … y todo me cayó encima como una bomba y pensaba “no puede ser ahora que salgo del pozo me vuelven a meter obligada”.

Romantic Quarantine

My name is Dania. I am Mexican, living in Porto (Portugal) where I am doing a PhD in Sustainable Energy. I am at the last year of my research. For me it is very easy to stay in lockdown, as that has been my last year of Thesis.  Every moment is an opportunity to finish the research. Therefore, the quarantine has been a great chance to advance as much as possible.

I have my worries and demons about the whole infection (as everyone else). I’m nervous about the harm to the health and the economy, however my story is a bit more romantic….

I was working in Spain for two weeks when the COVID outbreak was about to start. With the precautions in mind, me and the research team I was working with decided not to go out from our hotel and work from there.  It was very tempting to go out and take a look at Barcelona without waves of tourist, however we didn't go out much, but I am so much looking forward to visiting Barcelona when all this craziness is over!

After that project was done; I went to Germany where I quarantined with my boyfriend and his family. It was nice to get to know each other, even under stress. It was also risky. The result could be an amazing relationship or simply a disaster, as we have not been together for a long time (we are a new couple).

Is it here?

IS IT HERE?

This is what is happening right now in Buon Ma Thuot city - a zero-Covid 19 case area in the Central Highlands of Vietnam: children going to school, parents going to work as usual, coffee shops full of relaxing people and few masks. 

Nearly one month after the social distancing restrictions were lifted, Vietnamese people are now practicing with the so-called “living with the pandemic and sustaining economic development”. What reminds people of Covid-19 are free santinizers in the door way of “Phở” restaurants, red footsteps prints in supermarkets, messages of caution from the MOH in the ringtone of any mobile phones... 

Covid Contemplations (part 1)

I was in Mexico City visiting my parents when I started hearing about coronavirus. And toilet paper shortages in the US...

I am originally from Mexico City, but have lived in the US for the past 20 years, now residing in San Diego, California, with my husband and my 2 boys (11 and 14 years old). I flew back from CDMX to SD on March 7th, just to realize that what was a non event in Mexico (yet), was already a huge deal in the US. I had barely enough time to get up to speed before schools closed on March 13th (they will not reopen until the next school year, if at all). My last day of work was March 14th (I teach Pilates. As of today, June 2nd, all gyms are still closed). I had a brief meltdown over toilet paper until I realized I had enough. My boys will probably be using the last covid roll in 2032.

There is so much to say about how things are. How they were. How they have changed. How they will be... Some things bother me. Others don’t. Some are superficial and others have deeper roots... I will just throw my ideas out there, randomly...

Life: instead of worrying, I have focused on enjoying this simple life. I went from being a part time single parent (hubby used to travel a lot), going at 350 km/h, always giving 130%, chronically tired, to a more normal person (“normal” is debatable, though), with a more natural rhythm. No more alarm clock at 5:15am. No more running on tight and rigid schedules.