Fortunately my work is online, I"m single, apartment is comfortable so I go out for supplies two or three times in a week and the excercise of walking only. I avoid large shops, using local verdulerias and the chino markets with less customers inside. On the street I go out of my way to avoid others and let people pass at a distance. Wear a mask always when in public, recently upgraded to the Conicet mask with anti-viral, anti-bacterial and anti-fungus properties. I carry an alcohol gel with a pump and after any touching of surfaces or leaving a store cover and rub the hands with the alcohol gel. I do my best to prevent anyone entering my apartment with street shoes, leave shoes at the entrance. I avoid invitations to get together with friends. Eat well, drink well, pray for a change. My greatest concern is Argentines who ignore others safety by not wearing masks, not wearing masks properly and who ignore keeping a distance of 2 meters.
No street shoes inside! Could not agree more!!!
That has been something I grew up with. (NO WE ARE NOT JAPANESE!!!)
Ever since I can remember, my father insisted that no one wear their street shoes in the house. When you came inside, your shoes went no further than the entry mat. (El tapete.) If you wanted to wear shoes inside, you had a special pair that never let the house.
Sound a bit extreme? For an observer, DEFINITELY! >>> I can remember there being a constant argument form my grandfather on my mother's side of the family whenever he and my grandmother came to visit.
Extreme from the point of view of the house's occupants? No not really, once you understood the point of view.
My dad's point of view was that you walk all over many things you would never touch during the typical day.
Examples? >>> Urine in a public rest room! Feces from a dog that you perhaps you did not see. Saliva in the form of spit on a sidewalk. And it goes on and on and on ... just think about it all ...
He just did not like the idea of someone who walked all over the world combining into his home and walking all over the floors and carpets with what he reasoned were dirty shoes. And, he definitely did not like the idea of lying down in the living room, on the rug, stretching out and rolling in whatever would be invisible to the naked eye.
My dad also encouraged us all to wash our hands when we came in the house from our time out. (No, I am not talking about going outside and coming back in 10 minutes later!) He reasoned that when a person is out and about, they are touching many surfaces that other people touch. His observation was that some people don't wash their hands after going to the rest room or blowing their noses etc ... and that we would be touching surfaces contaminated by others.
Was my dad a germaphobe? Not in my opinion. To me, my dad was well beyond everyone else's thinking at the time. He was a very smart man who proved his intelligence to me by everything he did and said. A very smart man.
ONE REGRET! It took me the better part of all the years I have lived to understand how smart my dad was. I really never got the chance to let him know how much he taught me, how much I respected his point of view and how correct he was.
But, I learned a great lesson in life ... I learned to try and see the pother person's point of view. To carefully consider what they are sharing with me. And above all ... say I love you. You just never know when or if the chance will be gone.