Bella Italia: Life is sweet and I shall taste it all

Bella Italia: Life is sweet and I shall taste it all

The human mind is incredibly adaptable, which has been a key component of our success as a species, but that adaptability has a downside in that after a time, we can get accustomed to most anything, be it heaven or hell.  I am incredibly blessed to live in two of the most gorgeous places on the planet and thank my lucky stars every day that my bi-continental life makes it almost impossible to ever take their beauty for granted.

Saturday morning, despite having what I later learned was a nasty case of bronchitis compounded by a horrid allergic reaction to the medication I was taking, I dragged myself out the door for a run along the sea.  Never said I was a sane person.  I live on the top floor of a lovely old building at the very top of a little hill, less than a stone’s throw from the shores of the Mediterranean, which makes her pull all that more powerful.  Saturday morning she was particularly lovely, her waves sparkling the way they do when Spring is just around the corner.  Despite the hacking and incessant nose blowing I just had to go out for a run.  Just brought a few packages of Kleenex and hey, there are trash bins all along the way!  After a while I took to jogging on the beach and just had to take this shot.

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Later that day, post shower and lunch preparation, given that I was already violating pretty much every ounce of common sense by jogging for 80 minutes with a bad chest cold, I figured I’d go for broke and shared some gorgeous champagne on my terrace.  The alcohol is purely medicinal!  Couldn’t help it with such a gorgeous sunny day and Spring whispering in my ear that warm-weather opportunities for mischief are right around the corner.

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Bella Italia!  Life is sweet and I shall taste it all.  I wrote that back in 1997 when I was on a train between Venice and Milan while vacationing before starting my MBA program, having no idea that one day I’d have the incredible fortune to live in this land of endless beauty and have a life more magical than I could have ever dreamed.  So today I toast to life, there have been years when you kicked my ass in ways that I thought would surely have broken me, but today I thank you for every one of those days as they’ve made today even more beautiful.

 

 

Chateau Latour a Pomerol 1994

Chateau Latour a Pomerol 1994

Another day suffering through work and life on the Italian Riviera and somehow managed to endure another epic sunset.  I think nature did its very best when creating this part of the world.  Nearly every morning I awake to a sunrise that takes my breath away.  Alright, alright… that is when I manage to get my sleepy self out of bed in time to see the sunrise, which granted is not an every day occurance.IMG_0007

But this evening… the Med put on some of her softest hues, demanding that all stop for at least a moment and enjoy just how very lovely she can be.  Despite the cool February air, there is already a gentleness in the air, a slight whispering warmth hinting seductively that Spring is coyly awaiting her turn.

After a decidedly long, but productive day at work and a wonderful surprise opportunity that has come my way, more on that later, I made my way to one of my favorite restaurants in Genova, Le Perlage, where the ever gracious and warm owner had decanted our wine for the evening in the late morning hours.  In the morning you ask!?  Why the hell so early?  Because this wine, was a truly epic experience!  Meet Chateau Latour a Pomerol 1994, a new best friend!

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The only other time I’ve had the pleasure of such an exquisite vintage was with a 1971 Patriarche Pere et Fils Chambertin Grand Cru.  Despite having been decanted at around 10am, by 8pm the wine was still slowly unveiling her luscious yet delicate airs, each sip slightly different from the last.  Quite the seductress!  With a wine like this you also need to pour her gently through a filter and leave a good bit in the bottom of the bottle as the amount of sediment is impressive.

Amazing to me that a wine of such epic vintage is so gentle on the palate, making conversation rather difficult as we all wanted to just enjoy her loveliness in quiet appreciation.  With a wine this delicate we all chose some simple steamed vegetables (verdure miste di stagione stufate) and a light Mediterranean white fish baked in salt with some potatoes and artichokes hearts (a Genovese favorite).  This wine would truly be destroyed by a meal with a heavy sauce.  I think even a steak might possibly detract from her loveliness.  This is one to be savored slowly on a night made for quiet reflection.

Classy Classic Queen

Tuesday night I was lucky enough to see Queen performing in Milan with Adam Lambert.    Queen, well what’s left of Queen, still has it and Adam Lambert brought along insane vocal and performance skills, along with something even more rare in the music industry.  He’s a very classy guy.  After Kanye West’s ridiculous behavior over Beck’s Grammy Sunday night, it was an absolute pleasure to see someone so young treating those who came before him with genuine respect.  (Kayne and his wife are truly cut from the same cloth, two champions of the selfie-nation, utterly lacking any grace while ignorantly blustering about their own magnificence; must be exhausting to live staring at yourself in the mirror.)  Adam was clearly  utterly loving being on stage with the band and gave the audience his very best.  Unlike Kayne, Adam has the maturity to know that respecting another person in now way diminishes you.  His solo career hasn’t yet taken off to the degree that his talent suggests, hopefully this experience will help him find his own “voice” and let us enjoy him much more.

        Queen played most of the classics and Adam kept the audience in the palm of his hand throughout evening.  I have to say it was pretty awesome to hear an forum full of Italians belting out Queen hits for all they were worth!    The opening performances had Adam seriously channeling George Michael Faith-style, which embarrassingly had me feeling like a teen groupie… economist/investor/world-traveller/Lambert groupie?  Perhaps I was still suffering from jet lag.  Yeah, let’s go with that.  Bohemian Rhapsody was a bit of a tear-jerker duet between Adam on stage and a Freddie Mercury video on a massive screen above.

If you get the chance and are a lover of classic rock, I highly recommend seeing this tour, or the more than likely one that will follow after Queen’s next album with recently discovered Freddy Mercury tracks drops later this year.  It was one of the best shows I’ve ever seen.  Here’s “Who Wants to Live Forever” from the evening. Hear all the Italians singing along… love how music is so universal. (Oh and by the way, the show just a few days before this one was cancelled because Adam had bronchitis. Talk about a professional!  Music and class makes for a great evening.)

Back in Italia – time for Barolo and farinata!

Back in Italia – time for Barolo and farinata!

Landed back in Milan to find the city covered in a beautiful soft layer of snow, then somehow stayed awake for the 2 hour drive back to Genova, (thank God for SUVs and snow tires).  A long hot shower and a glass of wine later, I started to feel human again.  What is it about airplanes that makes you feel so dirty and tired?  Thank God for noise canceling headsets and movies loaded onto my iPad.  Please British Airways…you have seriously got to rethink your movie selection.  Watched the movie Lucy and found myself continually looking around so see if other people were watching it in utter disbelief of how shockingly moronic the entire production was.  As an Irish lass it was sheer torture to not be able to rant to anyone about the lunacy… was forced to console myself with a crumbly cookie and milk.  Just wasn’t the same.  Seriously, Scarlett Johansson (who I normally really enjoy) and Morgan Freeman (with a voice like hot buttered rum), what where you thinking?  It was just painful.

 

Over the weekend I just had to visit one of my favorite restaurants in town down in Porto Antico, Tre Merli, where we had a bottle of 1990 Cannubi Barolo decanted a few hours before our arrival for maximal enjoyment while doing a bigenova-porto-antico-estate-2013t of grocery shopping at Eataly, Genova’s answer to Whole Foods.  Oh my was that vino buono!  Incredibly soft, well balanced with just enough fruit to keep it interesting – my apologies – it is hard to describe wine sometimes without feeling like some ridiculous character out of Sideways!  The color was a gorgeous raspberry-tinted rust that looked so lovely lit by candlelight.  Had an unreal amount of sediment, but Tre Merli uses this beautiful silver strainer that help make it all so much more of a decadent ceremony.  I think I have a serious Nebbiolo addiction.  “Hi, my name is Elle, and I can’t fathom life without this particular grape.”  I do realize how mental that sounds – ehhh – add it to the list.  Then onto what can only be described as freakin’ heaven on earth, farinata, which originated in Genova.  It has surpassed macaroni and cheese as my go-to comfort food.

If you ever get to Genova, make sure you indulge deeply in the local specialities of farinata, focaccia, pesto and the local white fish prepared in the Ligurian style with olives and pine nuts – bits of heaven.  I used to not be a big fan of fish but the Mediterranean has taught me the joys of warmer water fish, so delicate and even a bit sweet!  Buon Appetito!

 

Italy and California: A Sisyphean Nightmare?

Italy and California: A Sisyphean Nightmare?

I think most people are clear that in a robust, healthy economy entrepreneurs are able to quickly turn their ideas into reality, in the process creating jobs and occasionally having an enormous impact on the way we live, as in the case of Apple, Amazon, and for the ladies out there, Spanx.  My two homes, Italy and California both appear to be hell bent on becoming Sisyphean nightmares for not only the budding entrepreneur, but even for well-established, international corporations.

Yesterday the Wall Street Journal ran a piece entitled, “Can Italy Find it’s Way Back?”  The article opens with an example of just how difficult it is to get a business going in the country.  We are told of an entrepreneur who bought a tract of land when he was 45 with the intention of building a supermarket on it.  At 88 years old, he’s finally received the necessary permits!  Seriously!?  Colleagues of mine in Italy have shared similar insane tales of government bureaucracy, their frustration mounting and gesticulations increasingly animated as the bottles of vino empty.  It is Italy after all and intense conversation requires a good bottle of champagne or a rich bottle of red.

California is moving rapidly in the same direction, making it more and more difficult for entrepreneurs to translate a passion into reality, while for existing companies the regulator and tax burden is pushing them to locate elsewhere.  The headlines for years have told of one company after another deciding to leave the state.  Carl’s Junior announced that it would not open one more restaurant in the state because it takes too long and is too expensive to get through all the red tape.  Just this week Toyota announced it is moving a facility it has had in Torrance, California for over 30 years to Texas.

This is what I like to call, for obvious reasons, Elle’s Law of Unintended Consequences whereby bureaucrats’ attempts to protect invariably end up harming the very thing their legislation intended to protect.

Entrepreneurs, being adventurous types by definition, rationally choose to go where there are fewer barriers to success.  Large corporations may find that over time, the benefits of being in a specific locale are falling further and further below the associated costs.  When bureaucrats enact legislation that creates barriers, any reasonable businessperson will have to compare the associated costs with the potential benefits of operating under such conditions.

In Italy, labor laws have become so onerous that the economy is bizarrely bifurcated into two distinct types of businesses:  very small, family-run, mom-and-pop shops and large multi-national corporations that were already large by the time they entered the Italian market.  Why is this?  The labor laws that were enacted in Italy with the intention of protecting workers have made it inconceivably risky to hire anyone, because if it doesn’t work out, firing them is almost prohibitively costly.  If you have a small shop, with just you and your partner, it is insanely risky bring on additional help, so you simply don’t grow.  The economy is deprived of the potential success you could have had if the risks of expanding weren’t so great!  Think of how many jobs wouldn’t exist today if Google had never made it out of the basement.  Large multinationals that come into the country face a slightly easier mountain as for them, the likelihood of a high portion of hires not working out is fairly low.  Due to their size, they can survive having some level of deadweight, unlike the small firms.

Unfortunately, the damage doesn’t stop here.  The culture of protecting labor in this manner comes from a history of communism and socialism that emerged as a violent reaction to the hell experienced under fascism.  This mentality applies subtle negative attributes to those who attempt to be special, to do something unique and worthy of attention.  Thus there is a disincentive for putting in the extra effort, for taking the risks associated with overachieving and given this cultural climate, overachievers aren’t compensated much more than their colleagues who do the bare minimum.  Couple this with the reality that it is really difficult to fire someone, so imagine the incentives!  Shockingly enough, human beings, like all animals, respond strongly to incentives.  If I won’t get compensated much more for working my tail off, why would I put in the effort and take the risks to be outstanding?  If I can’t be fired, the floor for the level of performance I consider reasonable is going to be a lot lower than if I know there’s a line of people just waiting to take my place!  Now while we’ve all had days when this situation would sound awful comfortable, think about what it means for the performance level of the society as a whole.  How often have you heard envious tales of Italian efficiency and professionalism?

Is it any wonder that Italy’s economy is essentially stagnant?  How can it possibly grow when entrepreneurs are so heavily hamstrung and when workers have very little incentive to do more than the bare minimum where their is neither a carrot, nor a stick.

Sadly, every time I leave Italy and return to California I am struck more by the similarities than the differences.  The U.S. would be wise to look across the pond and understand what it is that is keeping so many countries in the eurozone economically stagnant and fight like hell to move in the opposite direction.

An Italian Blond Day and Champagne

An Italian Blond Day and Champagne

Ever had one of those days when you realize that the Universe is having a bit of fun at your expense and taking the opportunity to make sure you don’t get overly confident? That was my Friday. I’d recently returned to Genova, Italy, where I spend a good deal of my time and was working through my usual jetlag, awkwardness getting back into the language and in particular, the Italian driving sensibilities. Italians can be best described as private anarchists and public communists, which manifests itself into a set of driving norms that leave me seriously contemplating the use of a paintball gun while driving to better express my appreciation for those around me.

My Friday morning consisted of a series of, “I cannot believe I just did that,” exercises which I’m positive is the Universe’s way of hinting that maybe, just maybe, there is something to that whole blond thing.  I made myself coffee three times, losing my cup every time. Still not sure where the other two cups ended up as my cleaning lady inevitably finds them all and discretely puts them in the dishwasher. I’ve seen her sideways glances and slight head shakes which I’m fairly certain mean she thinks I’m insane, and probably not too bright given my Italian fluency, or lack thereof.

Later in the day I thought things were finally turning around for me, when I made the unfortunate decision to drive myself and a colleague to a meeting. It was a freezing cold day, with lots of wind and rain, so being a true southern Californian I was fully decked out in heavy coat and mittens… and there’s where the trouble began.

Now that I’ve finally mastered the art of the round-about I get frustrated when others foil my attempts to navigate them smoothly. On Friday I was maneuvering my way around a particularly busy one onto the Sopraelevata, (a Genovese version of a raised highway on which one’s max speed is whopping 60km/hr or 37mph) when this woman damn near pushes me into another car on my right by swinging wildly into my lane from the inner most lane in a hurried attempt to make it onto the on-ramp, forcing me to slam on my breaks so as to avoid any collisions.

I was already gunning for bear at my own idiocy that day, so this became the perfect opportunity to vent my frustrations! I jetted onto the Sopraelevata behind her, my colleague and I yelling loudly, fists shaking with heavy scowling and considerable head shaking. The crazy woman in that awful tiny red car had the audacity to shake her bloody finger at us in her rearview mirror! Oh no she didn’t! Now I’m really raging to give her a serious talking to, when all of a sudden my engine revs up wildly slowing me down to a ridiculous 30km/hr or so. My colleague is still ranting, but getting a weird look on his face as he tries to figure out what the hell it is that I’m trying to accomplish. The car continues to slow, with RPM jumping wildly. I’m flailing about, face turning 18 shades of red, trying to figure out what the in the hell is going on. The crazy woman in that puny Punto smoothly pulls away from us and now the cars behind me are honking angrily as I finally realize that in my eagerness to give her the what for, I nicked the manual gear shift on the steering wheel with my mittens, but couldn’t feel it because those things are so damn thick!

I did the only thing anyone could in my position. I fixed my gears, pulled over into the slow lane, head hung feeling more blond than at any other point in my entire life. My colleague’s shoulder started the telltale shake of a man desperately trying to not laugh. I gave him my best scowl, which he didn’t at all buy into and the two of us laughed until our stomachs hurt.

The point of this story? The best way to end a day like that is with a bottle of 1995 Bollinger Champagne. It is incredibly good all on its own or with some pasta. It presents with the nice little bubbles that tempt your tongue, rather than the big ole ones that make you hiccup relentlessly after the first sip. Slide a few glasses into the freezer, put the champagne on ice, take a long hot shower, and my evening was able to repair one hell of an Italian blond day.