My husband live in Spain, so when coronavirussen really broke out in Denmark in the previous week, I had to take a quick decision. I should be at home in Copenhagen, or should I jump on a plane down to my man?
How long would we be able to do without each other?
All the danes was at the same time the council to take home to DK with the same. My second home is in Spain, and my flight ticket I had booked for the longest time. In an uncertain time has extra need for reassurance. And I feel most comfortable in my husband's embrace.
There were a few others in the Kastrup Airport, which would also travel abroad.
When I checked in, I was asked if I was absolutely sure of my departure. Yes, I want to go home to my husband, I answered. It could be the staff good understand.
Unfortunately, this was my flight first delayed for an hour, so I had to take cover in a bar. I found the airport's best bar with Mikkeller. While all the bars were closed in Copenhagen, I found a sanctuary in the airport.
My flight was further delayed three hours. I continued confidently my beer intake in the bar.
Other travelers who were also in the hold, had the same idea, so I sat in a packed bar, and people were talking actually together. No one sat with their heads buried in their mobiles, and I felt transported back to the'80s, where we came into each other more.
When I finally was allowed to go on the plane, I was recognized by the airport staff and was 'upgradet' to the seat number 1A. First in the plane, and the Spanish flight attendants welcomed us in Spanish wine.
Together with ca. ten spaniards, who had to return home in a hurry, we flew to Spain in a virtually empty aircraft.
I had prepared myself thoroughly and had all my papers in order.
I feared that I was going through a cross-examination, when I landed, and through a febertjek for coronaviruses. To my astonishment stroking I through customs. There was not a single employee in sight. And this despite the fact that Spain is one of the hardest hit countries right now.
the Day after my return, introduced the Spanish authorities ban all foreigners.
I reached it right on a hanging hair.
Now my husband and I were in home quarantine, with a total curfew. We may only go out to trade for food, or if we need to at the pharmacy.
the Other day I had to simply have some fresh air and went for a quick walk on the beach, but I was stopped by the local Spanish police, who threatened me with a fine of 3000 euros, if not I went directly home.
What do we do now with all the time we have together?
We need to have fun and have changed our daily runs out with daily sex.
Yep, the old can yet. In spite of the hot flashes and tiresome menopause is the sexual drive is still intact.
So my husband and I fuck like rabbits to keep us in shape. We dress out and play role-playing games.
the Coach naked with our dumbbells, while we are filming each other. Have a blast.
We should probably get us through the next few months in each other's company.