A page from my travel journal:
I’m writing from an oceanfront café in Zoagli, a village on the Italian Riviera just across the harbor from Portofino. On my left, a couple converses in French and Italian over beer and pistachios. To my right, two boys on the beach wield bamboo sticks in a mock sword fight. Here in this sunny Mediterranean spot, no sane person is passing the day in front of the TV or Xbox. Nor does anyone seem overly concerned with climate change or related issues. I can see why.