When this all started I got contacted by the Portuguese embassy asking if I would like to go back to my home country. I chose to stay. At the time waiting for the crisis to pass seemed to be the smartest choice as the pandemic was likely to affect my home country as well. Plus, I was expecting that the strict measurements imposed by the government would control the spread of the disease and that I would be able to enjoy a bit of this beautiful country before going back.
I don’t regret my choice. I feel safe, there’s food in the supermarket and it would be harder for me to work on my thesis from home (with my family interrupting me all the time) than it is from here. But I am afraid the University here won’t open before I go back to my home country and that I won’t be able to consult more books anyway. Plus, it’s also very likely I won’t be able to travel, which is such a shame given the fact I was saving some places to visit during springtime.
In the meanwhile, restrictive measurements get stricter every day. At the beginning of quarantine, it was allowed going outside to practise sport and authorities were still not advising people to wear a mask unless they had symptoms. At this point, I am technically still allowed to leave my place to practise an outdoor sport. It’s just that I have to do in inside a 200 m perimeter from my home. So, bye-bye running close to the canal!
The only time I go out is when I go to the supermarket – from 1 to 2 times per week – and there are queues, it’s mandatory wearing a mask and gloves and some products are constantly out of stock (like eggs and savoiardi – I guess everyone is making tiramisù these days…).
But there’s always a positive side on every crisis… I have never spent so much time talking to people since… I dunno… long ago (don’t worry, I do it over the phone). Plus I have been trying so many new recipes. I even made cookies for the first time in my life!
Just hopping not to get too fat.