**Originally startedÂ weeks ago, just pressing publish now. Apologies.**
Amidst all the digitization and virtuality of life today, which afflicts us all, and on top for me, a vicious calendar of classes, assignments, workshops, and club activities as part of a full-time MBA, there remains a fundamental novelty of the simple autunno landscape. In a place with visible seasons, the phenomenon is more pronounced, though you can still pinpoint cues in tropical places (like Tampa).
Milan’s latitude is roughly equal to that of Maine, the Great Lakes region, and much of the Midwestern United States. Thus, it exhibits much of the same seasonal evolution. Climates are nuanced, however Milan mimics cities like Chicago and New York with periods of high moisture and also dryness, mild falls and springs,Â and the low but consistent threat of extreme weather (like snow). The Alps are after all, only a 45 minute train ride from central Milano.
The city is also home to many seasonally-shedding trees, which have large flat leaves in shades of mustard, claret, and rust. Except when the slow drizzle turns leaves into a colorful mush, there is a distinctive crackle on the sidewalks this time of year, a sort of auditory texture, and a special filter to sunlight that is achieved by crisp air and the shorter period of daylight.
The most difficult adjustment for me is the evening sunset, which happens in Milan by 4.45-5 each day. If by that point my work of the day is finito, and I’m heading home to relax, fine. Instead, I’m often still at school, working through a group assignment or filming a video for negotiation class. It’s an adjustment, though it’s been coupled with an overarching sense of time whisking by, which is good, I guess.
I catch a twitch ofÂ basicnessÂ whenever I bask in the romantic mood of chillier days, fall colors, and fading sunlight. Isn’t fallÂ oversubscribed as theÂ favorite season?
And then I remember that I’m single, no one makes latte macchiatos for take awayÂ in Milano, and I have a mountain of work to do while I’m strolling carelessly, caught up in the commercialized-shopping-holiday spirit. And I should really be at the gym, not nibbling panettone…
That said, autumn did bring some visitors from Florida, which helped me feel less lost. My childhood friend, back from all the way in pre-school (!!), Steven Hoffstetter, was in Milano with his girlfriend for her work, at a pharmaceutical conference. We had a leisurely Sunday lunch.
Their group of seven or so were on a European tour, between Frankfurt, Milan, Paris, and Amsterdam. I can only imagine what visitors must think about Milan in comparison to more universally appealing places, like the freewheeling indulgence of Amsterdam or quintessentialÂ beauty of Paris.
Then my parents’ neighbor Karl Lunney and his new wife Isabel visited during their Italian honeymoon, having spent time in Tuscany and Portofino during the ten days prior.
I took them to a mozzarella bar, and we discussed Colombia, where Isabel is a native, and the changing face of Medellin, where they have a house together, in addition to Tampa. Both were freezing, unprepared for the wave of chill that dipped Milan into the 30s. Now, of course, mid-December, it’s 45 and sunny…
Throughout the season I also searched feverishly for a suitable winter coat (or two). I marveled at the pristine anatre (ducks) in the navigli, and I even caught a performance at Teatro alla Scala, of Giovanna D’Arco, on the under-30 pre-opening night!
More backlogged posts coming soon.