Our four-night trip to Rome was a family adventure for my 40th birthday.
Perhaps the previous week’s surprise night away, cancelled at the very last minute because of an ill kid, should have been a reminder of the futility of forward-planning (especially when children and viruses are a factor). Maybe we should have sucked up the financial hit, paid more attention to news reports of Italy’s developing Coronavirus situation and ditched the trip.
But the culture, the sun, the not-been-abroad-for-ages feeling, the gelatti… And no official advice not to travel.
We didn’t take the cosmic hint, and headed off to Rome. Here’s what happened next.
No more Roming 