19 and sunny.

13.52pm: I’m sitting on the floor, finishing my coffee (plain black, no rum for those of you worried about my alcohol intake ), with the doors open and the sun streaming through. I managed to make it 8 days before venturing out in search of fresh fruit and veg. The fruitería was really well stocked and there was no one else there which made for a better experience than the last time when social distance just was impossible.. I then wandered over to the panadería that I had been told was still open. It’s actually one of my favourite cafe’s and they sell really good croissants so I treated myself to a chocolate one AND an almond one which have both now been demolished. Paying for them was a bit more difficult (comical??):

I don’t have a mask so was wearing one of those neck warmers around my face. I’ve stopped wearing contact lenses so I don’t have to touch my eyes. The combination of fabric pulled almost up to my eyes with glasses means they get completely steamed up so I can’t actually see out of them (useful). I was paying in cash and had enough change but the steamed glasses meant I couldn’t see into my wallet. So, I removed the glasses and naturally the clumsiness set in. I couldn’t see, my wallet was open and all the coins fell onto the street (we’re not allowed into the actual cafe, they serve at the doorway) in all directions and obviously because I wasn’t wearing my glasses I couldn’t see where they had all fallen. I was also trying to do all of this with one of those small plastic bags for vegetables over my hand in lieu of gloves.  Internally I’m thinking “shit, I don’t want to have to give this woman my money that has fallen onto the Covid-19 infected street but I’ve got to. PLEASE get me out of this situation. Why is everything blurry??? HELP!!” She was really nice about my extremely bumbling actions and kept guiding me to fallen coins (of which there were A LOT)… She was also very understanding as I tried to tell her why I was wearing my glasses and not contact lenses. The word for lenses is lentillas and the word for lentils is lentejas but I always confuse the two so she will have also been wondering about why I was rambling on about lentils in amongst the rest of the madness. I then I realised she hadn’t actually given me the bread I’d paid for with my dirty coins.. Madre mia. As I left, knowing I wouldn’t be near anyone again, I removed the neck warmer, put my glasses back on, and made my way home where I promptly disinfected everything. Hopefully the next time I go out I’ll be a bit more graceful but I won’t hold out hope.