This is where I spent the last ten days of March:
IIIII KNOW. I hate me too. I honestly can’t fathom how I got so lucky.
About two weeks before I took this picture I was offered a press trip to Athens, to embark on a cruise that sailed from the port of Piraeus through the Greek islands and to several ports in Turkey. I got a forwarded e-mail from the assistant editor at midnight, a long chain of forwarded itineraries with the subject, “Wanna go?”
You will recall that I am a “Web Editorial Assistant,” a.k.a. intern, a.k.a. not exactly top on the list of people that usually travel. Uhhhhhhh yes. Yes, I want to go.
Ya’ll. Are you aware that this is some people’s job? To travel places where they are shown around and treated like VIPs, given private tours and free spa treatments and taken to dinner every night where the chef brings out surprise plates of lobsters?
Perhaps that makes it sound sleazy, that these people are basically getting bribed to write nice things. Maybe they are! Who cares! I got free shiatsu! And a towel in the shape of an animal in my room every night!
Really, though, I have never met a friendlier, smarter, more absurdly well-traveled group of people. (One of the journalists told me about a cruise she took to Antarctica. Antarctica! Antarctica.)
This picture is the opposite of Antarctica.
Anyway, the point of all this is food, of course: I ate a lot of good stuff. Too much for one post. More to come.
