The officers summoned up from the oily bowels of the destroyer a banquet of homemade pasta, marinated eggplant sliced paper thin, prosciutto-wrapped dates and tiramisu, finished off with cool glasses of spumante. [NYT]And so "there are times when being a foreign correspondent is anything but the childhood dream that lured many a dime store hero into newspapering. It's dangerous and unrelenting to work in countries where the press is under fire, only to see your dispatches shoveled deep inside the paper, cut, or spiked. But then there are times when a foreign correspondent's life is as romantic as we'd wish it to be." [CJR]
Ah, la dolce vita!
