I’ve become a stay-at-home, desktop traveler.
When my iPhone coughs up…
featured photos from another era, I’m off,
remembering what it was like to really go.
Back then, pre-pandemic, you packed stuff before you rushed headlong toward adventure.
Sandwiches and sunscreen, towels and mats: lighthearted baggage, with the idea that fun was on the horizon.
So different from today when, even walking the dog, you must protect yourself.
I always carry mask, gel, wipes and brandish them when someone breaches my social distancing space.
My surgical mask is a bellows, inflating and deflating, fogging my glasses with the effort of being ambulatory whether at the Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II or at Parco Lambro.
But she’s worth it.