And we complained about the strikes. Here we sit, confined to quarters. Can't get out of the country for 10 more days. No one allowed out and about unless on the way to or from work (and that's not many) or the grocery store. All shops and restaurants closed. The street is eerily quiet, except for the violinist across the way. Thank heaven "Mozart" upstairs is leaving the piano alone, but why is anyone's guess.
At the store, only a few people are allowed in at one time. The dried pasta shelf is almost empty along with the pasta sauce shelf, and the canned goods department. Toilet paper? Nope. None.
People are cleaning house to keep themselves busy...we can hear the vacuums and mops going. Ah! He's playing a Viennese waltz! Others are wandering about on their balconies. After all, it's 68 degrees and sunny. What a day for the beach.
All went well until the Italians locked down Milan. Nice countered by canceling the rest of Carnaval. Then, a pause before the rapid changes. EU borders closed, airline and train schedules disrupted, restaurants closed (every one that could go into the carryout business, did), the mall closed, Terminal 1 at the airport shut down, and finally the announcement that we're all grounded.
Oh, good God, there goes Mozart.
We've gotten into some pretty interesting situations on our travels. This is one of them. Best we can do is hope that the airline keeps flying cargo from Copenhagen to Chicago, with a few passengers on board, until we can get back to the States. But, then, what awaits us there? Fisticuffs at the Costco, a tanked stock market, elections on the horizon, the income taxes are still due, and we'd bet that there's no toilet paper.
Sorry, no pictures...
