COVID 19, what a nightmare!
What's next...
The period of confinement imposed by the coronavirus leaves us all in a state of anxiety and questioning. No preparation, no prerequisites, and here we are left to fend for ourselves, in our solitude, our houses too "populated" to be there. Also, consternation, linked to illness, and perhaps even to death. But... "it's going to be ok."
When? What freedom will we have? Will we still be able to travel?
I often think about that last question. Whether you're the road trip type, a backpacker, an ecotourist, the cruise type, a lover of the heat in the middle of winter, or a fan of geography and history before, the world was within our reach. What will tomorrow have in store for us to satisfy our curiosity????
I'm a bit like everyone else, my days are shifting over time, from "I have" instead of "I want" and "I'd like". Again, I try to adapt to the unexpected, to wish for a good future for myself, so far, unknown. And... I found it!
I spend great times educating myself with travel books, TV shows. (TV5 - Escape - 75 etc.) introducing me to the world, its inhabitants, its splendors. Even better, I, very often, enjoy the wonder that my subscription to the GEO magazine gives me. What a beautiful gift from our goddaughter and her partner!
GEO takes us all over the world, with texts and photos of a rare quality. So, for a few moments, I can dream about foreign countries or I can plan a beautiful trip, for the “after” if we ever regain our complete freedom.
And sometimes an earworm brings me joy!
With Sylvain Lelièvre, our great poet, I sing:
« OUI NOUS IRONS À OLD ORCHARD C’ÉTÉ… »
The customer who still appreciates the Jourdain store…
Old Orchard !!! J’ai tellement aimé dans ma jeunesse.
La dernière fois, un peu moins ! C’est pourquoi je dis LA DERNIÈRE !
Bien sûr, il y a la chanson mais aussi une pièce de théâtre écrite par un auteur bien connu de ma femme et moi.
Salutations
Et puis, un autre merci pour souligner que la destination OLD ORCHARD ne sera pas notre prochaine destination estivale. En fait, depuis que le texte était publié, je regrettais ( la culpabilité est facile ces temps-ci ) ne pas avoir nuancé que les « les droleries de Sylvain » n'étaient aucunement porteuse d'un voyage désiré aux États-Unis, ces temps-ci. Aucune envie !... Oui, Merci !
Vive Sylvain!