FAILURE TO TRAVEL
The week before last I was certain I would leave in June for two weeks in Denmark. I would travel with Victor, and, with the support of our trusted caseiro, Oswaldo would stay behind to take care of things, including the two frisky dogs. We would spend time with our family, meet our brand-new little niece, and see old friends. We would quarantine in a house generously offered by my sister, and there was a possibility Victor might be able to get the one-shot Johnson vaccine. My blah mood lifted, and I began to imagine being in an atmosphere radically different from Brazil right now, breathing a fresher air, and experiencing a returning feeling of freedom to move around. Excited about the trip, we made little of having to wear a mask for 18+ hours, the exposure to airport crowds, and the Covid strict arrival in Denmark. In my mind I was packing my bags. Then Covid interrupted in an unexpected manner Our caseiro , who has been with us more than 30 years and who had Covid...