Join/
Ask Indagare
Grappling with the news and the changes each day brings, Jen Barr looks at what it means to not travel in the age of coronavirus.Last night, for better or worse, as I was toggling between global news reports about COVID-19 and Instagram, Facebook and LinkedIn, it hit me: Thailand, Boston, Chatham, Vermont, Maine, Rome, Puglia are some of the places I have been lucky enough to travel to in the past six months or so. But I couldn’t have imagined six months ago, being here, in this new place, this daily state of limbo. Seeing the firsthand account of a former colleague, a writer living in Catania, Sicily, who is now in the second week of a government-mandated quarantine through April 3, has brought the realities of COVID-19 closer: “The rules changed overnight,” she shared on Facebook, “and now the only places open are grocery stores and pharmacies. Postal services have been suspended….Today I went to the grocery store (as allowed). There was a perfectly-spaced line (everybody one meter apart) outside waiting to get in, with police monitoring entry. Like a club: one in, one out. People wearing gloves and many in face masks. Inside the grocery store, it was like a game of human Tetris, as people maneuvered the produce section and the aisles to maintain distance, often waiting at the other end of an aisle to let someone have the whole row to themselves. The things that were running low or completely gone: toilet paper, milk, mozzarella and burrata, Nutella, anchovy paste, olive oil-packed tuna.”
We only feature hotels that we can vouch for first-hand. At many of them, Indagare members receive special amenities.
Get In Touch