Dusty, unused, at first I couldn’t remember where it was. My carry-on bag is now full of toilet paper, hidden under the bed. Those cute hotel shampoo bottles are filled with hand sanitizer and are ubiquitous: in my car, in my purse, in my pockets.
I can’t recall the Capitals of various European Countries…it’s been way too long. I miss my travel escapades. Where is the adventure, the excitement, the awe of a new place; somewhere with a language I don’t understand, a food foreign to my palate, people who stare at me as the stranger?
My airline miles have increased somewhat with card purchases. I am buying crazy clothes and exercise equipment that are advertised on Facebook and never arrive but give me cause to write many emails to foreign lands demanding service.
I watch films and TV shows where others are on the move, making me even more anxious. I read everyone’s opinion on when and where Americans might be allowed and that list is not very encouraging.
I’m hoping I don’t get scammed once travel opens. The thought of having to pay for 14 nights in a hotel under quarantine before venturing forth is not enticing to me. Will I have to get a Covid-19 test before leaving and another upon entering? How much will that cost? What vaccines will countries allow as effective and safe? If I get the disease will a Dr.’s note allow me to travel more freely? Hoping, however, that is not my last resort;-)