What a treat the Fairmont Vancouver Airport Hotel was, for me anyway. I didn’t sleep well, worrying about the CN, and was wide awake at 6 AM. Not wanting to disturb Keith, I tiptoed downstairs to the restaurant and managed to spend a full two hours there, eating a delicious and unearned breakfast, drinking endless cups of good coffee, watching the planes taking off, reading the Globe and Mail, updating this journal and enjoying myself immensely. 

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Then it was time to check in on Keith. His sore throat started in the middle of the night in Lisbon, and we had to leave for the airport at 9 AM. I would have been happy to lay low in Lisbon for as long as it took for him to feel healthy, but we really didn’t have that option with that tight timing. By the time we got to Vancouver he was feeling really quite rough. So was I after 8 hours to Toronto, 3 and a half in the airport there and 5 hours to Vancouver, but Keith’s was more than just exhaustion. We fell into bed, and I slept with a mask on. After I came up from breakfast he tested and there was no waiting fifteen minutes for the results. He definitely has Covid. So then a moral dilemma. 

After discussing it though, we just didn’t  see any way out except to carry on carrying on. We talked briefly about the ferry but that meant two cabs and once on the ferry we would be walk on passengers exposing even more people to the virus.  Staying in Vancouver would have been a very expensive option and if I pick up Covid we would have wound up in Vancouver for a long time.  We are so close to home and it seemed the most sensible thing to do to was to just get there.  On top of all that, Air Canada had our bikes as they were checked through. 

I am writing this from the departure lounge and we are both wearing N95 masks. Our flight is delayed for technical reasons. Darn. More later. The good news is that Keith has mild symptoms and at least for now, I am fine. 

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It is now Friday morning and we are blissfully home. We are a hilarious household. Our housesitter Mikaela has her own flight to Toronto tomorrow, so she is wearing her N95 and hanging out in the spare bedroom. Keith is confined to our bedroom and I am sleeping on the couch. So far so good. I suspect I may get it simply because we were side by side for so long, masks or not, but I hope not. It was interesting to us, on all three flights, we were two of just a handful of people wearing masks that I could see. Our final flight was just twenty minutes long in a small plane, and I only saw one other person in a mask. 

Our friends Nick and Anne drove their vehicle and ours out to the airport, said hello from a distance and left our keys on the seat of our car. Friends and neighbours have kindly dropped off enough groceries and home made soup that I don’t need to go anywhere for a few days. Keith feels like he has a bad cold, and so far anyway, I am fine. 

We plan to do a final page with thoughts about this tour, and so I will leave it at this for now.