My quarantine ended at midnight, and I was picked up by mom and dad at 10 after. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one checking out of the quarantine hotel at that hour. Some of us wanted out ASAP. I could have stayed until after breakfast, but mom insisted on picking me up early because I think she sensed I got freaked out by the earthquake, and didn’t want me to spend more time in the hotel than was necessary. Vicky and I were both worried about them driving at night, but mom wouldn’t hear it. Parents’ love for their children is something I will never fully grasp.
We wasted no time this morning, and were out the door by 8AM for breakfast, not realizing that I was supposed to remain at home and avoid public spaces for this final week. I had only received the notice from the health department while we were at Costco. Luckily, I had been a stickler about wearing my mask at all times.
Breakfast was bought at 7-eleven. Yes, you read that correctly. 7-eleven in Taiwan isn’t simply a grab-and-go mart.
The scene in Costco is clear indication that Covid is non existent in this country.
Mom wanted to grab lunch at Ikea afterwards (they have a very different preference for food than I, but since I wasn’t planning on eating I went along – then again, it wasn’t like I had a choice).
As for the rest of the week, I’ll be at home.