We’re sitting on the patio of our hotel, Hotel Nazionale, right in the port of Portofino, sipping a bottle of local white wine, eating strawberries and listening to the piano music coming from the restaurant next door as we watch the world go by — the women in completely impractical heels trying to walk on the cobblestone, the huge boat that dominates the tiny port, and the man in the orange pant and 70s haircut. This must be the life.