Just in case you’re all thinking I have nothing to do all day but go to the beach …. I’m getting the folks some sunshine to enjoy in the quiet – and the bountiful parking – before the tourists start arriving on Monday when the borders open to certain selected countries. My aunt came along to give me moral support.
28 May. So far we have been told to take our exercise close to home (really, Dominic) and I have obeyed that instruction. The brakes seem to be coming off somewhat so I ventured down to the Hove seafront today. It is officially half term for the schools and normally we would see thousands of tourists on the beach-front but the town councillors warnings to people to stay away from Brighton and Hove seem to have had effect – even in the glorious weather we are enjoying.
There were quite a few people on the beach and in the sea – but distances more than respected – and the same went for the promenade (and not a mask in sight). It was more than a very relaxed and pleasant experience; it was so normal; it was a joy! .
People had also returned to their beach huts and there was an unusual amount of DIY going on. Quite a few are scruffy and one wonders why some people don’t sell their huts if they clearly haven’t used them for years. They sell for something between £16,000 and £25,000. High price to pay! Anyway, hot owners out in force, with their deck chairs and picnic tables hauled out and the kettles on – and much sun worshipping in evidence.
Much to my surprise, Hove lagoon café was open for take-away after being closed since lock-down. Hurry on over! Chips on the beach – new special treat. Another joy! Really. Nothing like a pleasure denied and then allowed.
Table tennis being played but lagoon and children’s playgrounds and paddling pool not in use. I miss the sound of small children playing.
Cyclists much in evidence as usual and it is worth noting that the line-up of bicycles provided by the Council had been added to – and there were lots of newly painted cycle lanes on the way to the beach.
What I had sorely missed was just looking at the sea. We have lived near the sea for more than half our lives and I never tire of contemplating the waves and the sun playing on the water. Such bliss to be able to indulge such a simple pleasure again.
10 May: It has been a few weeks since I last wrote a diary entry. Time has passed so fast and yet so slowly. It seems that not only the way we live our life has changed, but also our relationship with and sense of time has been altered. Either we think in terms of the next minute or hour – what activity to do next with the kids, what to get at the supermarket, what to cook for lunch – or in months or years – will we be able to celebrate Christmas with our families, will my sister’s and Josh’s brother’s weddings take place in 2021 as originally planned (two separate weddings I shall clarify!), will we have to shorten our stay in Brazil and comeback to London after a year. But no in-between, no middle way. Next week and next month are not part of our life planning. Could the same be said about distances? We either live very close to our loved ones – locked down in the same house – or very far from them, even if not actually far, because social distancing increases all distances and undermines physical, close contacts.
Thinking ahead about the post-COVID19 life, whenever that will be, I am haunted by one simple question: will it be like before? Or will we have to get used to wearing masks and keeping social distances? Will this become the new normal?
Life has changed around us. People are all wearing masks on the streets and it would feel awkward not to wear one. Before entering a pharmacy or a supermarket, an employee takes our temperature and makes sure that we have washed our hands with a gel sanitiser. Stores, gyms and restaurants operate again to 30% of their customer capacity but schools are still closed. Yesterday we had food delivery and there was a label on the package indicating the temperature of the person who had prepared our order along with a code we could use online to watch retrospectively the recording of the preparation of the meal in the restaurant’s kitchen – so that we could be reassured that all hygiene and prevention measures had been taken. That seemed a bit extreme to us!
In many ways the measures that are in place in Florianopolis go beyond those in European countries even if the situation is much less alarming here. Brazil has now 135,519 cases confirmed and recorded 9,265 deaths due to Covid-19. More than 3/4 of the confirmed cases are in Southeast Brazil. In our State, Santa Catarina, there have been 3,082 cases of Covid-19 confirmed and 63 deaths confirmed.
Beyond numbers, people seem quite relaxed around us. Not much stress or anxiety. It is now allowed to go to the beach for a walk and for the first time since we arrived more than two months ago, we took the kids to the beach that is 10-minute walking distance from our place. They had such a wonderful time playing with the sand and seeing infinite blue space after staying inside the condominium for eight weeks. That same week, my uncle Misha in Israel died of cancer. Following the Jewish tradition, the funerals took place less than 48h after he passed away. Over sixty people came from all over the country to attend the funerals but most of them had to turn back. Due to coronavirus and for health protection purposes, the authorities allowed only fifteen of them to be present.
Not only we cannot live our life as freely as we used to, we cannot bury our dead and say goodbye as we wish either.