I’m frozen in terror. Our kamikaze driver is writing, eyes down, one hand on the steering wheel. The car is drifting into the left lane . . .
There’s a lot of wonderful decadence in Italy, from bare-bottom statues to scrumptious food. If you were hoping for a tale about hot decadence of a carnal variety, you’ll be disappointed, but if you are a chocoholic, good. This one is for you. Recipe included.
Expat life has its rewards, like finding yourself in Rome on vacation. It’s only a short airplane ride away from Moldova, where I live at the time of this writing,…