We entered the final stage of reopening on Friday. And this Saturday was the first weekend in weeks that we had no protest in town. Instead, bars are filled with happy young people.
I went to a bar, too. An actual bar! With people!
Unfortunately, when I asked for a port, the waitress (who was incidentally a student of mine) seemed to think I wanted it for bathing and not drinking and brought me a tub of it.
I haven’t been to a bar in such a long time that I completely forgot that in this region every drink is supersized.
Bars and restaurants need to open and we’ll forget about these stupid riots soon enough.