I drove to the pharmacy to pick up scripts today for Mr. Phat and me. I hadn’t driven in over a month and I realized that life was very different a month ago today when I embarked on a ski trip to Switzerland with 20 friends. We left on Leap Year Day amid knowledge of a novel Coronavirus that still hadn’t had much of an impact in the US. There was no reason not to go so we went.
This is the view from our hotel in Wengen Switzerland. Such a gorgeous spot – my group has been coming here since 2012, although I hadn’t been in 5 years. We had all conditions that we skied in, sunshine, snow, fog, rain. I also took a couple days in the middle of the trip to meet up with my high school BFF who has lived in Switzerland for 40 years.
That was the gift I brought to her which has the longitudinal points of her hometown. We had some fabulous meals, walks and talks. I went back to Wengen for some. More fun times.
the Eiger, Monch and Jungrau
Lunch on the patio with some of our group.
Day 9 was definitely the very best lunch!!! Up on the Eigergletcher restaurant. Lambs ear salad with lamb filets and some endive. So delicious.
That was the highlight of the food experience. And the ski experience because after lunch I fell and broke my ankle. A non structural break, but I was unable to ski the last 3 days. It didn’t ruin my trip at all – I relaxed and read a book. I’ve not done that in a long time.
But everything changed the second week we were there. We saw the number of COVID19 patients ticking up in Italy, the neighboring country to Switzerland. Watching the news got painful and overnight on Wednesday night our President instituted the travel ban which was to begin Friday night at Midnight. We had fate on our side because our flight was scheduled to land at 9 pm on Friday. Our group had the last flight Swiss International Airlines took from Zurich to Boston. We landed and I was in the car, with my luggage’s and broken ankle in 30 minutes.
Our group has self quarantined for 14 days. Nobody has gotten sick so far, and I was the youngest traveler – we had 6 under the age of 66 and the rest were in their 70s’ and several 80 year olds. Knock on wood.
Being home, we’ve watched live change drastically each day. I am fortunate to be able to work from home. Mr. Phat is semi retired and won’t be showing houses in the near future, but that is OK. I waffle between emotions of anxiety and impending doom, then remind myself that we are truly blessed. If I have to be quarantined, I’m happy to have it be here in my little house tucked in the woods with my favorite man in the world. We are blessed because we have enough. Enough food, Toilet paper, water, heat, and love. Mr. Phat and I are both high risk – he’s a heart patient and I’m immunosuppressed. So we have been ordering delivery of groceries (and a case of wine) and feel fortunate. The only trip out I’ve taken was this morning’s ride to the pharmacy when I recognized how much has changed.
Please stay healthy and cautious. This too shall pass. I’m going to share some food pictures from Switzerland. My jean still fit!!!