Some of the people we know are beginning to travel again; now that the double vaccinations against COVID are taking effect (or so we hope) the Government of Canada has decreed that we are safe to relax a little. The closer we get to recovering our freedom, the more frustrating confinement seems to be. A friend of mine and her husband, keen travellers in normal times, now fully vaccinated, were lucky enough to celebrate their wedding anniversary on a commercial flight yesterday.
Chris has now had his second shot and mine is due the day after tomorrow. Then we're supposed to wait a couple of weeks before we can claim to be thoroughly protected. We're starting to plan a flying trip down the south shore of the St. Lawrence, via Trois-Rivières or Montmagny, to the Rimouski-Mont Joli area that we love, aka the Bas-St-Laurent, for the beginning of August. The tourist accommodations have put their prices up since we were there last, but because we haven't spent any travelling money since Feb. 2020, I don't mind that. Chris is keen to take to the air and "go somewhere," finally, but if that isn't going to work we could alternatively do this trip in our new car, which would save us from having to rent a vehicle at the destination.
Meanwhile I find myself looking forward (oh dear!) to attending a delayed "celebration of life" ceremony next weekend for a former member of my German group who died a few months ago, simply because it will mean meeting some people there whom I haven't seen for a while. Last week Karen and I met for a lunch out, in the open air, which was the first visit she had made to a restaurant for a year and a half.
Our daughter has booked herself to a short stay in an hotel on the seafront in Brighton this month, just for the sake of a self-indulgent treat. Our son and family, with their group of friends, would have made an expedition to Lightning Ridge in New S. Wales, an unusual holiday destination, had they not been confronted with a stay-at-home order at the last moment.
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