Exhausted from a seven-hour flight seated next to a crying toddler, I followed my family around the streets of Rome like a zombie. My mom snapped what I assume will be Christmas card photos in front of the Trevi Fountain. My sister dragged us to the Pantheon before zipping over to the Borghese Gallery. My dad refused to let me nap because I “needed to acclimate to the timezone.”
Sensing my impending crash, my sister suggested a break from the walking, directing our family to a rooftop bar.