One more sleep.

I got a call from nurse Irish today to tell me she would arrive, at the latest, at 7.10am tomorrow to administer our PCR tests. I had been planning to enjoy the final morning of having air conditioning and being all tucked up and cosy under a duvet but having the test done so early means there’s more chance of getting the results back that day and getting outta here! Plus, I can always go back to bed so it’s fine.

It’s been weird to be physically in St. Kitts but not in the St. Kitts that I know for the last two weeks (what is time nowadays? Five minutes lasts for what seems like two weeks and 6 months have gone by without me noticing). Obviously I have never done a quarantine in SKB and so being here but being away from the the norm and stuck inside of a hotel room has been weird. Not bad, just weird. However, I think I adapt to (some) things relatively quickly and having access to internet and lots of books has obviously made it more than ok I am aware that my go to state is not one of action so it hasn’t been a huge ask. This quarantine was very different to being in Spain because although we have a balcony here, in Spain during the height of lockdown we were still allowed to go to the supermarket and although I didn’t do it with frequency, it was still an outing. Here we have had to rely on my mum and how much time/energy she had to drop food off. Anyway… Luckily we could cook for ourselves but we still required actual food and there’s something about quarantine that really gets the appetite going. (Thanks mum. Also thanks Panda for the stealth deliveries). Additionally, we don’t have a room key and if we were to step out of the door there’s guards right outside. I obviously did not experience this in Granada. These guards are unaware that we can hear them through the walls which initially was amusing but I can’t say that I will miss them. I’m not sure how it can be that necessary to listen to whatever video is making the rounds on WhatsApp that loudly. People say Spanish people speak loudly but Kittitians can hold their own. My god with the booming conversations. Anyway, as a result of not having even been to the supermarket in the last two weeks I have no idea what things are like in the outside world but I have quickly been reminded of the exorbitant cost of food here (added to the fact that Granada is one of the cheapest places in Spain so my food costs were very low). Supermarkets aside, I also don’t know what general life is like but because anyone entering the island has to do a mandatory stay in the quarantine hotel, we don’t have any active cases on the island but from what I understand there’s still restrictions in place (with the view in mind for when we open our borders, we will be used to wearing masks etc.). So it will be interesting to see what things are like.

Curiosity aside, I’m nervous too. I know I’m not the only one who has been financially hit but until now I’ve obviously not been able to see the full reality of what things are like. But I’ve got a few ideas in mind so we’ll see how things pan out. Additionally, coming home always provokes some feelings which I am happy to not have to face when in Granada so having them pop up again has been a little challenging, particularly whilst in quarantine but… life carries on.

I had wanted to write about my departure from Granada and our travels here but I didn’t get around to it. Quarantine sort of sucks the day away and at the end of the two weeks you’ve found you haven’t achieved anything… Oops. Perhaps I will at some point. There were some entertaining (in hindsight) bits.

Off to dream of how happy I’m hoping my dog will be to see me tomorrow.