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A fishing boat returning to port A fishing boat returning to port in the morning. I don’t know whether it could find any fish in the Mediterranean.

People think that you need to get in the car, drive for half an hour to two hours, hike, and then drive home for from half an hour to two hours but this idea is wrong. We can do a lot of walking in circles. In reality we don’t walk in circles. We walk in loops. We walk from home to home, but via a different variety of villages. Some days it is the villages that overlook the lake, and other days it is the villages that are under the Jura.

Other the last week I have been learning about canvas and SVGs. I am not certain that I will use this knowledge immediately but it is good to learn nonetheless. I struggled with some code when setting up a clock. I went back through the code line by line two or three times before trying to find a version in written form. I did and went through each line yet again.

Last night I was reading and began seeing the pandemic as a journey. The pandemic has been a journey for everyone, but especially for those in solitude. For those of us in solitude, it has required that we completely change how we consume the media and how we interact with the world. We go for weeks without hugs, without kisses, without meals with other people. For weeks, we may exchange a few words at a shop or petrol station but without ever having in person conversations.

Although not discussed as such the pandemic is an interior journey in the same manner as thru hikes as they are called in the US and pilgrimages in Europe. We start with one identity and one life and we have to adapt it to suit the things that can be realised during a pandemic. We are in solitude with our thoughts so we need to work on our inner character, ready to resume post pandemic life, once that opportunity comes back.

We are currently living through the evergreen pandemic. I give it this name because the more time passes the more we remain trapped in it. Every time progress is made restrictions are loosened and we revert to the way things were. An almost empty beach I don’t feel there is anything new to write today. Enjoy the picture.

Writing one hundred and eighty blog posts in a row is a challenge. I would say that I have learned something but I haven’t. Some days inspiration comes easily and other days I struggle to find something to write. We are in a pandemic and most days resemble the one before and the day after. Most days are not unique. We are grinding through this pandemic until someone competent takes control of the country’s response.

The pandemic is alive and well at the moment and life in pandemic mode continues. We dream of opportunities to flirt and we walk by people while wearing masks even if they do not, to remain safe. I would like for people to do what they can to end the pandemic but that is an empty dream View of El Portet A concrete dream is that shops in Switzerland are once again asking for one person per household to shop at a time and this is positive because despite the government failing to do something at least the shops do.