Sunday, May 10, 2020

Louisville in the Spring--From a Quaratine Perspective: Cherokee Road





Spring in Louisville is gorgeous.  Planned around the Kentucky Derby, Louisville gardens are designed to be at their floral best in early May.  The Derby is always the first Saturday in May.  But the peak of blooms coincided with the peak of the corona virus, and the Derby was cancelled.

Though its spirit lived on.






My building is on Cherokee Road, at Cherokee Triangle--a small park with a bandstand and a juried art show in the summer.  Aside from my 1980s high-rise, most of Cherokee Road is early 19th century Victorians.  Huge houses, many are now divided into condos.

I am house-bound through the pandemic as it makes it way through Kentucky.  The only time I get outside is to walk with Tony--either up and down Cherokee Road from our building to the entrance to Cave Hill Cemetery or the loop in Cherokee Park, one of our beautiful Olmstead Parks which I look out at from our windows.  It is a beautiful walk, and generally uncrowded with people being careful to social distance.  I am lucky to have it, as you may see  here.  (Note: these pictures were taken a week or so after the Derby peak, but nonetheless in the virus peak.  It feels like two different worlds).

























I miss being outside!

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Tuesday, March 24, 2020

Home




We are home from Budapest.  We left a week ago, about two weeks before our scheduled departure, and, against a number of odds, we made it back in one day.  I just wanted everyone who has been following our travels to know.  Also I have several Budapest posts in draft, which I will finish up and publish.  (Because there's not going to be a lot interesting going on here.)  And if you don't like reading about the travails of travel, just skip the next part.

About three weeks ago, we started hearing news about the spread of the virus in Europe, the ban (except for American nationals) for inhabitants of the Schengen zone (a group of European countries that have open borders, Hungary being one of them) to enter the US, and the cut-back on flights from Europe to the US.  On Saturday 3/14, we read that Delta was soon suspending all flights from Europe to the US.  I tried to contact Delta--by phone, twitter, and the website--about changing our tickets.  The phone immediately put me on-hold, and I waited and waited until the call dropped.  No one answered my tweets until about 10 days later, and the modify reservation option on the website didn't work (still doesn't).  So when I read that American would be flying from Europe to the US until March 18 to help Americans get home, I made a reservation and figured I would deal with Delta when I got back to the US.

The day before we left Hungary put a ban all restaurants, etc, and closed its borders.  That night the man who was taking us to the airport the next morning called and asked if we still wanted a pickup because another US client had just gotten an email that his flight was cancelled. I frantically searched the internet but couldn't find anything.  I called and back said we would take the 5:00 am pickup.

We got just a few hours of sleep before getting up at 4:00 and starting our trek.  We got to Budapest, then to Heathrow, where we had a six hour layover.  While at Heathrow, we saw flight after flight being cancelled.  Nevertheless, we took off on time and arrived at O'Hare.  We had seen pictures of the massive crowds at ORD the days before and read tales of people being crammed up together and standing on line for 7+hours. We only had a 90 minute layover in Chicago that we were so sure we would not make that I had booked us a non-refundable room at the ORD airport.

When we arrived in Chicago there were virtually no lines at all.  We got through immigration, through the mandatory health check and temperature taking, collected our bags and delivered them to the transfer point, went through security, caught a bus to take us around the airport to another terminal, found our gate, and boarded our flight.  I was astonished; 90 minutes is a tight connection at the best of times.

So we are home.  We are in a loose quarantine for two weeks (stay home, but can go to grocery store, pharmacy of walk outside, which is pretty much what all of Louisville is doing right now.).  Like everyone else we are scared: how quickly everything changed, how dire the prospects are, how terrifying it is to have a president who doesn't believe in science.

We are also worried for our friends in Budapest and are wondering what we will find if we go back next year.

Delta for all its vaunted no worries about changing or cancelling flights, will only refund us the return trip in miles, which we must use before October.  Fat chance of that happening.  And I will probably have to swallow the nonrefundable hotel.  But we are SO lucky.  We are safe, we have a safe place to live, we are vigilant about our health, we wash our hands a lot.