I have always wanted to be a foreign correspondent. Except I don’t really want to be in a war zone. Bombs, etc, very stressful. So tonight Janelle and I did the next best thing and grabbed a drink on the rooftop of the Foreign Correspondent’s Club in Phnom Penh. Most drinks cost a dollar or two so our $13 pitcher of sangria was a little steep, but it was worth it, to watch the lights sparkle on the wine-dark Tonle Sap river, from a pretty sweet perch.