How to Drink Well Under Italian Quarantine

Eleven days and Four Bottles in the Hospital Parco de’ Medici.

One of four bottles stashed in my luggage, and the last to go.

I disembarked the white mini-van that had ferried me and five other unluckies from Fiumicino Airport. The drivers had played death metal the entire twenty-minute trip. They had no empathy for us. It was a job. They were just delivering goods, the goods being a group of Americans who had all t…