As war streams thru our phones, reality is local and lovely

There’s something happy about this province, it’s city called Trento and our place on Lake Garda.

Trento is often ranked highest among Italian cities for quality of life, standard of living, business and job opportunities; everyone seems happy. Which is unusual for Italians. They do like to complain, they have issues like anyone else, and yet Gore Vidal could truthfully call Italy a ‘strangely happy entity’. After all, Gore was a truthteller.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe spent two years traveling through Italy, and then published his work, laying down the foundation for Germany’s enduring love of all things Italian. And the Germans really, really love Lake Garda.

Once could argue there is no place else in Italy where life functions so well, seamlessly, able to keep the bureacracy away. I lived in Rome for 3 years. It didn’t function very well. It remains the most beautiful and fascinating city I’ve ever lived in. I lived in Piemonte for 7 years – it was so magical in so many ways I’m writing a bok about it. But no, it didn’t function as efficiently as Trento. When I relied on my local commune, in our small town, it was magical, but when paperwork was required beyond, specifically in our province of Asti; not even close.

Since the 50’s, this place located just 2 hours west of Venice and one hour away from the world’s most romantic balcony in Verona, this place called Trento has enjoyed prosperous growth, thanks in part to its special autonomy from the central Italian government. This makes the people uniquely happy; the less the governement intervenes, the happier your average Italian. Of course, they appreciated when the government cut our energy prices by 10% last month, but that was a ‘one off’ in these dark times.

But not here, it’s not dark, it’s not unhappy, no one is complaining. And the climate is great. Rome was too hot, in fact when we lived there Europe was on fire for several months. Rome was so hot I think that’s one of the main reasons I moved to Paris. My guy has never forgiven me.

Piemonte was paradise in spring and summer, but too cold and too much snow in the winter. I feel like Goldilocks – everything’s feels just right here on Lake Garda.

Feeling grateful.

Published by baileyalexander

An American living in Piemonte. Sailed across the Atlantic aboard our 43 Nauticat in 2002 and spent over a decade living in Rome, Paris, Prague, Malta, Venice and Bucharest before settling in Piemonte, Italia.

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