So we’re on day 10 of lockdown here in Spain, and it was announced over the weekend that it has been extended until 11th April (minimum).
After returning from the UK 9 days ago and showing no symptoms, I decided it was time to venture out as we were getting very low on supplies, needed petrol for the generator, food for the animals and a gas bottle. Rog has asthma so I was reluctant for him to go, and also the control freak in me wanted to do the food shopping (being the cook!) 😂
Over the last few days I have been sitting here wondering whether Spain has been panic buying like I saw with my own eyes in the UK. Being 1km away from the village, we haven’t seen a soul and had no idea what was happening out there. I know that there has been panic buying in places like Madrid, but would we be different being a more rural community?
So off I went with my face mask and gloves and shopping list. First stop was for a gas bottle, chicken feed and dog food – all good. A piece of tape on the floor in front of the counter ensured we kept our distance – the chap wore a face mask and gloves. He got my shopping and popped it in the car for me, as he always does, but with both of us respecting the distance rules of 2 meters. Definitely quieter than normal on the roads as we can only go out for essentials.
Then on to the bank for the cash point – all good again, orderly very small queue, everyone keeping their distance, but still saying good morning to each other.
Gloomy thoughts of panic buying were starting to disperse in my mind – but I still had to do the supermarket run …
At the entrance to Dia supermarket I was met with a table with a pile of plastic gloves – mandatory to use while shopping. They bake their own bread in this store, and there was plenty of it on the shelves – in fact, there was plenty of everything. It was calm, orderly, and no sign of panic buying (with the exception of … you’ve guessed it, TOILET ROLL) – there was very little stock of loo roll, but the shelves had been filled with kitchen roll instead. Plenty of fresh fruit and veg, meat- everything. The sense of relief was enormous and resulted in me buying just a week’s worth of food, with the exception of topping up a few things that I usually keep stocks of that have now run out at home, like flour, cereals and milk.
At 8pm every evening, the locals in the village come out into their balconies to sing the national anthem and applaud – we can sometimes here the music from our village and from the next one down the valley. I’m sure just being able to wave to friends and neighbours lifts their spirits.
Spain, I applaud your sense of community and thoughtfulness of others.