We were instructed by emails that there would be ANOTHER covid test after breakfast on Sunday morning. There was a special testing room set aside and all of us gathered and started lining up like robots. It seemed a big chaotic to me, so I went and found a chair and sat down and decided to wait my turn as the line grew shorter. I started to notice EVERYONE that had been tested was smiling broadly as they left the site…. Everyone.
Finally, our turn and I was literally the last of all the group to be tested. I guess I should have expected good news, because not one of the group was positive any longer. Miracle in Barcelona. My test was brief, only one nostril and within 2 minutes, they told me I was Negative and good to go home. Maybe because it was Sunday we all had a miraculous recovery. Within a couple hours we had our “official papers” , signed by a “doctor” slipped under our room door and arrangements were being made in ITALY for flights back. It seemed like a good day to celebrate, so our travel buddies, Nan and Bruce joined us and we all walked down to the harbor and beaches, where we mingled with the the locals. It was a gorgeous day and there were alot of people out and about, but we had fun looking at more architecture and markets and big Yachts…..and a really nice lunch at a Spanish tapas place.
After a long day, and excited to get back and see how our flight arrangements were going…..we walked back. Everyone was packing and comparing notes on departures….now that we were all officially Neagtive….with papers to prove it. Except we weren’t. The flight people were having trouble with Steve and my flights, so making a long story short….. we couldn’t leave the next am with everyone else because they couldn't find seats for us
on flights back to Seattle.
And since the “Covid” test papers are only good for 24 hours……we would have to test AGAIN the next day! Just us…as everyone else was boarding EARLY in the am for flights back to the states. Geeze.
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