Good news... our infection numbers are going down again.
Bad news... Belgium is still a bright orange country on the European CDC map, leaning towards that one color nobody wants to be -- red.
The Tour de France is about to start next week, and oh boy... if all the riders and teams make it to Paris in one piece, that'll be a miracle. The moment an infection is suspected or someone has been in contact with a person who tested positive, the whole team has to leave the competition -- which would seriously suck if you are riding in the yellow jersey.
I hope they all get through okay, cause I've been looking forward to the excitement of the Tour. Yes, I'm a bit cycling fan and I have a lot of favorites in the tour, who I'm hoping will get their days to shine and show their talents to the fullest.
In the meantime, we have finally decided on a vacation spot, which we postponed as long as there was no guarantee where we would be able to go, but it looks (bar changing of any colors -- red is a no-go zone) like we'll be roadtripping from our hometown to the very southern village of Belgium, towards Reims and Nancy, and from there to the Alsace and the Vosgues area in France -- also light orange on the ECDC map but according to the Belgian government an area as of yet not off-limits.
Of course, I was secretly hoping we would be able to see some of the TdF but that won't happens cause trail leads through the lower part of France this year.
However, I still have two weeks of work to complete, with one half day off to go sign the deed to our new house, at which point we'll be the official owners of our new place. The highlight of 2020 in an otherwise sucky year.
Though, remember when people ask you where you were when John F. Kennedy was shot (1), or where you were when Chernobyl exploded (2), or the war in Ex-Yugoslavia started (3), or the Berlin Wall fell (4), or 9/11 happened (5)? When they're gonna ask where you were in 2020, nobody will have to think long about that cause we were all at home.
(1) November 22, 1963 -- I wasn't born yet. My parents were barely teenagers at that time.
(2) April 26, 1986 -- It was a saturday so out playing in our yard -- I do actually remember that period.
(3) June 26, 1991 -- I remember the period of the war, and seeing the images on TV which resulted in me feeling sad for a dead bird on a bridge once during a news report. I was 10 when that war started, OK.
(4) November 9, 1989 -- I remember seeing the news report but the significance then was lost on me. I was 8 years old.
(5) September 11, 2001 -- the most vivid off all mentioned. I just finished watching The X-Files film at my grandparents' house, when the extra news started. Saw the 2nd plane hit, and I have never ever seen my grandmother that scared before or again after. She was a refugee during WWII so all those memories had come flooding back. And second, I had an online Stargate friend who lived in New York. We didn't hear from her for several days, getting reports she was at the towers at the time of the attack. After 4 days, we got the news she was OK. Her brother and cousin weren't. She told us what she witnessed. I'll never ever forget those images, ever again.
Bad news... Belgium is still a bright orange country on the European CDC map, leaning towards that one color nobody wants to be -- red.
The Tour de France is about to start next week, and oh boy... if all the riders and teams make it to Paris in one piece, that'll be a miracle. The moment an infection is suspected or someone has been in contact with a person who tested positive, the whole team has to leave the competition -- which would seriously suck if you are riding in the yellow jersey.
I hope they all get through okay, cause I've been looking forward to the excitement of the Tour. Yes, I'm a bit cycling fan and I have a lot of favorites in the tour, who I'm hoping will get their days to shine and show their talents to the fullest.
In the meantime, we have finally decided on a vacation spot, which we postponed as long as there was no guarantee where we would be able to go, but it looks (bar changing of any colors -- red is a no-go zone) like we'll be roadtripping from our hometown to the very southern village of Belgium, towards Reims and Nancy, and from there to the Alsace and the Vosgues area in France -- also light orange on the ECDC map but according to the Belgian government an area as of yet not off-limits.
Of course, I was secretly hoping we would be able to see some of the TdF but that won't happens cause trail leads through the lower part of France this year.
However, I still have two weeks of work to complete, with one half day off to go sign the deed to our new house, at which point we'll be the official owners of our new place. The highlight of 2020 in an otherwise sucky year.
Though, remember when people ask you where you were when John F. Kennedy was shot (1), or where you were when Chernobyl exploded (2), or the war in Ex-Yugoslavia started (3), or the Berlin Wall fell (4), or 9/11 happened (5)? When they're gonna ask where you were in 2020, nobody will have to think long about that cause we were all at home.
(1) November 22, 1963 -- I wasn't born yet. My parents were barely teenagers at that time.
(2) April 26, 1986 -- It was a saturday so out playing in our yard -- I do actually remember that period.
(3) June 26, 1991 -- I remember the period of the war, and seeing the images on TV which resulted in me feeling sad for a dead bird on a bridge once during a news report. I was 10 when that war started, OK.
(4) November 9, 1989 -- I remember seeing the news report but the significance then was lost on me. I was 8 years old.
(5) September 11, 2001 -- the most vivid off all mentioned. I just finished watching The X-Files film at my grandparents' house, when the extra news started. Saw the 2nd plane hit, and I have never ever seen my grandmother that scared before or again after. She was a refugee during WWII so all those memories had come flooding back. And second, I had an online Stargate friend who lived in New York. We didn't hear from her for several days, getting reports she was at the towers at the time of the attack. After 4 days, we got the news she was OK. Her brother and cousin weren't. She told us what she witnessed. I'll never ever forget those images, ever again.
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