Stuck in Paris

It is bad enough being stuck with your arm in a cast... everything takes so much longer.... washing, dressing, cooking... but luckily my left wrist is fractured meaning I still feel in control just at a much slower pace than I am comfortable with.

What's really upsetting is when your travel plans start falling apart one by one... no university visit to Utrecht this weekend due to a medical check-up Friday afternoon!

Next weekend we were off to Lugano... doesn't look like that's happening either since we fly through Milan and Italy has just announced its shutting down all schools and universities until mid-March due to the Coronavirus!

My romantic get-away to Ibiza end of the month with Expat hubby has just been stricken from the calendar due to Vueling (not EasyJet this time!?!) flight cancellations. They did propose to switch our tickets to a departure on March 15th returning the 27th, hmmmm... how does a weekend break turn into a two week escapade?

So, until further notice I am stuck in Paris and I cannot even say it's due to my cast!

You are thinking there are worse places to be stuck in... true... but try taking the metro or mingle with the tourists hailing from all over the globe... waiting for another collapse of the system after having succumbed to the "gilets jaunes" for months followed by weeks of transportation strikes and now the threat of French workers walking off their jobs... because under French law, an employer cannot fire an employee or dock their pay as long as the staff member gives notice that they are stepping back from their job because of a serious and imminent danger to their health.

Therefore, I am bracing myself with a new weapon: mindfulness!