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I learned how to surf in Cabo when I was 16. I started going to Mex with my girlfriend and her family when I was in high school and we always stayed at the Las Olas Condos, right outside of San Jose Del Cabo. Las Olas is located in front of two awesome surf spots, Zippers and The Rock. Because of this I went from my first day of standing up on a 10ft longboard and crashing into the rocks on the shore, to backside barrels at Zippers pretty fast. I also attribute my determination to become a good surfer to the fact that I was teased every day by my friend’s father who said “tanning” is not a sport & boys don’t like “woosy” girls!

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Faith, God & Steve Jobs: How You Inspire A Generation

On October 5th Steve Jobs passed away. It was the day after I returned home to Santa Barbara from a trip to New York, and when I found out I was standing in Jill Johnson’s sewing room. We were chatting while she worked on a few dresses for me, when the girl working the front counter popped her head in the back and blurted out, “Steve Jobs died this morning! It’s all over everywhere, Twitter, Facebook, the News…” My heart raced and then sank. “We just lost one of the most influential people of our generation,” I whispered, leaning my right shoulder on Jill’s sewing table, as if trying to somehow prop up my now heavy heart.

Following Steve’s death my friend Mike Lewis, among many others, sent out a particularly great email in which he wrote that Steve will be remembered for what an “amazing innovator & visionary he was, but even more so he will be remembered for inspiring a generation. He often delivered what we didn’t yet know we wanted. That is what being an entrepreneur is about. Taking a chance and sharing your vision with the world of what you think the world should look like.”

“Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to loose,” Steve said in a riveting commencement speech he gave at Stanford University in June 2005, almost a year after he was diagnosed with cancer. When someone dies they are not remembered for how much money they made, what kind of car they drove, or how many pairs of designer jeans they had in their closet. You might think about these things in relation to the person, but what really matters, and what you will remember, is the way that person touched your life.

The last night I was in New York, (the evening before Steve passed away), I had drinks with one of my best friends from college. She moved to the city after we graduated from UCSB and now works for a bank, but during our conversation, amidst laughing about college memories & gossiping about men, she revisited a common struggle she has been dealing with since graduation. She, like many, has no idea what  she wants to “do” with her life. The bank is a job but what did she really want to do? What would make her happy, make her feel fulfilled and still put a roof over her head?

After mulling over a few ideas together Danee said to me,”Whenever I need inspiration I think of you Vanessa. I ask myself what would Vanessa do in this situation? You are one of those people who always does what you say you are going to do, it may take you a while, but you do it.”

So I was sitting at my computer last week thinking about this conversation with my friend & my own entrepreneurial aspirations when I received a very relevant email about faith which said, “Faith is the substance, the strong conviction that creates a physical reality…  Faith is the expression of my beliefs in a real and present world, in ways the world can see, relate to, and understand… Faith gets things done, because if its not getting done, then my faith is dead!”

After thinking about this message I realized, that my  my entrepreneurial spirit, that leads me to try even though I might fail, is my expression of Faith, in a way the world can see; Faith, not in myself because I’m so fantastic or gifted or talented or anything like that, but Faith in God’s plan for my life and the way my journey is meant touch others. And the only thing that could possibly feel worse then failure is not trying, not allowing the journey to allow me to help others along the way…

Steve Jobs expressed this when he said being an entrepreneur is, “Taking a chance and sharing your vision with the world of what you think the world should look like.” We all have this ability to touch people’s lives with our expression of faith. We all have an opportunity to share our vision of how we think the world should look by taking a chance on our dreams.

My mom died when I was 25. This allowed me to see first hand how fragile life is and that we are here for a very short time. And it’s not about money or a title or anything material, it’s about how we help others through the way we choose to live our life. (Or as my godmother says, “It’s not all about you!”) When you get this truth, you begin to understand that by following your dreams and living your life with passion you have an amazing ability to inspire others. And this is what life is all about. It’s about meeting, connecting & touching  people’s lives in a meaningful way. You are here to learn from, inspire and help others, which allows you to show your faith in a concrete way the world can not only see, but feel.

Today I was visiting my chiropractor who is also a good friend. He was asking about all my girlfriends and I was saying how everyone always falls apart at the same time and needs me & sometimes I feel like I can’t handle it. He simply responded, “But you do, and you will because that’s why you are here.” He had no idea I had been writing this blog post over the last week. All I could say was “You’re right, that is why I’m here.”

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Rome, Day 3… Forget the salt, where's the beer?

Alright, so I am finally getting back to finishing my stories about my trip to Italy. It has been almost two months since I’ve been back in the states, but I will try my best to still write vivid accounts of the rest of my vacation there…

On our third day in Rome my Dad called our room and woke me up, asking if I wanted to go down to the lobby to get coffee and croissants. On our trip my Dad not letting me sleep in pretty much became a daily occurence. Looking back I now realize that it was his excitement that woke him up so early each morning, but at the time I found his uncontrollable urge to never let me sleep in annoying to say the least. Now for most kids their parents waking them up early might be something they had the chance to get use to, but for me it was the complete opposite. I can’t remember a single morning from my childhood when I saw my Dad up before 11:30am. He was usually out late performing or socializing so as kids we were expected to stay in bed or be quiet till “his highness” as we jokingly called him, was up and about. And if you did happen to accidently wake Dad up you would know to be prepared to feel his wrath, which my brothers and I often compared to surviving a fire-breathing Dragon.

But although I was very annoyed that I wasn’t allowed to sleep in even one day on my entire vacation, I did my best not to show it because really when was I going to be back in Italy again and when was I going to have another opportunity to spend this kind of quality time with my father? So each morning I would drag myself out of bed, splash freezing water on my face and coax one leg in front of the other with the promise of hot Italian coffee and fresh butter croissants. (Thank God for Coffee!)

After breakfast my Dad and I again went running through Villa Borghese Park but on this day we stumbled upon a horse show taking place at the equestrian center. This was exciting to me because I grew up on a ranch and I did horse shows with my quarter horse, Anna, till I graduated from high school. We paused for a moment at the gates of the show watching the beautiful thoroughbreds with their freshly oiled English saddles being lead to and from the massive arena. To this day I still love the smell of hay, shavings and horse hair… All it takes is one whiff and I’m right back there with my mom, listening to her words of encouragement and feeling those butterflies in my stomach as Anna and I enter the ring of the horse show and do our best to make my mom proud.

Anna died of old age exactly a year after my mom passed away which was beyond hard. As far as horses go I know I’m biased but I really believe she was one of the most amazing creatures in the world. Anna was often a total brat, the way most woman can be but she loved going to horse shows so much that all you had to do was untie her and she would load herself into the horse trailer. My mom and I never got over being amazing at that… I’m sure I got choked up as usual just thinking about all those memories but Dad probably didn’t give me much chance to cry before barking at me to hurry up & keep moving.

After our run we had lunch at a very cool modern looking Italian deli down the street from our hotel. I unfortunately don’t remember the name of it but I do remember the lunch very vividly because Dad had a total meltdown about the salt and pepper and it took all of my strength not to burst out laughing and further enrage him. In Italy it is considered an insult to the chief if you season your food, especially if you salt it. So as a result no restaurants have salt & pepper shakers on the table so you basically have to beg for them to let you use the one set that every place seems to have in the back in case someone as high maintenance as my Dad happens to come in and have a fit.

At this deli that one set of salt and pepper happened to be sitting on the counter as we walked in, so like an eight year old my dad immediately grabbed both off the counter and put them on our table. But right before our sandwiches came out, our waitress who was obviously beyond annoyed with us, came by and grabbed the salt & pepper and took them back to the kitchen or somewhere where tourists like us wouldn’t be able to abuse seasoning privileges. A few minutes later dad received his Caprese sandwich and immediately reached for the salt & pepper only to find both were gone. Once I informed him that the waitress had taken them he flailed & stomped his feet saying I’m the customer and I’m paying fo this meal so if I want to put salt on my food then I should be allowed!!! I had to admit he did have a point but his mini temper tantrum was so funny that all I could do was laugh. After lunch I vowed that on my next trip to Italy I will carry salt and pepper shakers in my purse, especially if I am with my father.

In the afternoon we went on a tour of the Vatican Museum and the actual Vatican, both of which were amazing. I was in awe of the Sixteenth Chapel as well as the Egyptian exhibit. It would take me hundred of pages to describe in detail how incredible both the museum and actual Vatican are, so I just have to say if you ever get the chance go and see them both for yourself…

But I do have to recommend seeing the Vatican in the early evening. I think it closes to the public around 6pm. We made the mistake of trying to go straight from the museum to the Vatican in the afternoon and the line was so long that my Dad almost had a heart attack. Luckily there was a bar down the street called the Proud Lion, which had great beer and served as a good place to kill time. I really don’t see how going to a bar before visiting the Vatican was in any way appropriate Lol but I wasn’t going to complain about getting to drink good beer and not having to wait in that crazy line.

And speaking of things that are not appropriate. Someone in Rome decided it would be a good money-maker to create a calendar of “Hot Roman Priests.” Somehow they pulled it off and as a result there is not one gift shop in Rome that does not sell this famous Calendario Romano. I thought this was pretty hilarious so of course I had to buy a few copies for my girlfriends. But what was even more hilarious was that on our way to the bar that day we stumbled upon a group of priests checking themselves out in that very calender, and one of them happened to be Mr. December! And of course I had my trusty iPhone so I got it on video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IIkK2oq6Z8k

Inside the Vatican Museum

Egyptian Exhibit

Outside the Vatican, forget the line, on to the bar...

So, officer, which is your favorite bar outside the Vatican?

So officer, where is your favorite place to get drunk near the Vatican?

Calendario Romano

Hurray, beer at last!

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Roma, Day 2

On our second day in Rome my dad and I went running at a huge park called Villa Borghese just up the street from our hotel. This park is like a whole other world in itself with an equestrian center, fountains, restaurants, lookouts over the city and tree-lined paths sprawling out in every direction providing a perfect place to run and escape the sun. It was very hot when we were in Rome, about 80 degrees and apparently it gets much hotter in the summer.

We ate lunch at an overly expensive place around the corner for our hotel called Ristorante Giovanni,  which we dubbed the “squid place.” Chiara and I both ordered calamari salad which was presented to us in overwhelming portions and when I pushed my plate to the side still half full of squid, the owner came over to my table, grabbed my fork, scooped up some squid, and made a sad face as he tried to suggest that I should eat it all. I responded with a nervous laugh, and reluctantly choked down another bite of squid.

Italians take great offense to you not finishing all your food. They think it means you were unhappy with the meal so you have to try to eat everything that is put before you which is crazy to me because we are raised the exact opposite in America. I mean open any women’s magazine, Cosmo, Health, Fitness, Self and you’ll see articles in every single one about how to stay healthy, lose weight or stay thin by never cleaning your plate. I understand both points of view but I am sorry, I am not eating a pound of squid in one meal just so that a restaurant owner isn’t offended!

Chiara on the other hand was raised in Italy and is very sensitive to the customs and cares a great deal about not offending people. So she ate all of her squid and when the owner wasn’t looking she ate the rest of mine! I was so thankful because there was no way in hell I was going to eat all that seafood, so it became a running joke for the entire trip whenever she had to do something for me. For example she had to buy and eat an entire piece of apple pie just so I could use the bathroom at a bakery outside the Vatican and another time she had to drink a double espresso so I could use the bathroom at coffee shop. Chiara doesn’t even drink coffee, only tea, but she would just laugh every time and say “I’m just eating my daily squid!”

That evening we took a taxi to Anna’s house on the outskirts of the city. Anna’s mom was my grandma Ramistella’s first cousin and I was excited to meet her for the first time. She lives in a cute little one bedroom apartment that reminded me a little of my place in Santa Barbara. Anna made us dinner and we chatted about how are families are related and life in Italy versus America. We got on the subject of being an entrepeneur and my Dad brought up his friend John Paul who started Paul Mitchell with $700 at the age of 37, and Anna said that in Italy it is almost impossible to be an entrepeneur. She explained that there is a sort of caste system here and the people with old money do not help or encourage others that weren’t born into wealth. It is expected here that you will take on the family business or follow in a line of work similar to what your parents did.

This made me very sad because my whole life and way of thinking is built on the belief that you can do anything you want if you put your mind to it. It hurts my heart that other people in other countries aren’t encouraged or even allowed to live life in this way. The word Believe is what gets me out of bed every morning with a smile, makes me reach for things that seem impossible and be able to accept that times of sadness and hardships are part of the journey…

I really hope that more countries begin to accept and reward entrepeneurs and their way of thinking because they are the ones who help keep the economy going when it is crashing, they are the ones who invent and create things that make our world a better place, and they are the ones who make it possible for a poor family to step out of poverty and be able to live a life that allows the opportunity to experience a trip such as this. My dad came from a poor Italian family and grew up in a one bedroom apartment in New York, became a music entrepeneur which made it possible for me to be on this trip that will forever change my life…

An entrance to Villa Borghese Park

Streets of Roma

Via Veneto Street

Dinner with Anna

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Falling in love with Italy in Rome

On my fifth day in Italy we took a train from Florence to Rome. Now this could have and should have been easy but I brought a suitcase with me so big that my Dad nicknamed it the “refrigerator.” My friends Misty & Kevin let me borrow it and it is very blue in a sea of black bags and literally big enough to easily hold enough food for an entire Italian family for over a week… Or barely big enough to hold all the clothes I brought on this trip… depending on how you want to look at it….

Speaking of how you look at things… On our second day in Florence Chiara, my Dad, and I, saw a statue inside the Westin with the title “Hospitalitus.” Dad said we should call Garvin Emporere Hospitalitus and we of course agreed that this was in fact a perfect nickname. Later, after hours of hearing my dad lay out the worst case scenario for just about everything, Chiara and I decided to start calling him Marcus Negativitus. He actually laughed at this and the name stuck so at least now whenever we he starts in with his negative BS (which is all the time!) we can tease him enough with the nickname to usually snap him out of it. My dad can be a very difficult person to be around, but for the most part on this trip he has done a pretty good job at keeping his negativity and temper in check, excluding our train ride incident, which I will go into later because it’s too funny not to write about.

So after a very eventful train ride we made it to Rome where we again stayed at the Westin. In Rome the Westin is on Via Veneto, which is like the Rodeo Drive of the area. I initially thought it was odd when I realized we were staying at the same hotel that we stayed in Florence. But my Dad also stayed at the Westin in Rome with my mom too, so I was happy to be there despite the fact that I would have prefered the chance to experience a different hotel. But when I thought about it I realized that I should know by now that my dad decides what he likes and sticks to it. At this point in his life he is very set in his ways. For example, 9 times out of 10 when he comes to visit me in Santa Barbara he wants to go to Lucky’s and I am for sure not going to complain about that amazing restaurant choice! And the Westin is a great hotel so I did feel very lucky to have the chance to stay there, especially in Rome…

Rome or Roma is amazing! There are so many gorgeous statues and great shopping and wonderful parks to run in. My dad and I have jogged together in every city we have visited, which really is the best way to find “hidden gems” near where you are staying… streets, restaurants, parks, stores, views, all can be discovered while getting a good workout.

On our first day in Rome, we had lunch in Cafe de Paris across from our hotel and dinner at an amazing little place called Pietro Valentini Ristorante. It is a tiny “hole in the wall” place with only 6 tables and the food is to die for and the service is even better. Simona, our waitress, gracefully carried a plump figure and an inviting smile. As the evening unfolded we found out that she owns the place with her husband and it had been in his family for three generations. She filled us with amazing food and laughter all night, as she did everything from convincing us to go with the cheaper Chianti because it would taste better with our seafood, to asking us to leave our address so she could send us Christmas cards, to giving me a butterfly off the wall… Yes, I know it’s crazy but there were literally tiny butterflies all over this place and of course I again cried when I saw them. Simona informed us that her mother in law put them up for decoration and upon hearing that I loved them she promptly turned, took one off the wall and presented it to me as a gift.

After our amazing meal we hugged her goodbye and stepped out onto the tiny cobblestone street where our driver was waiting to take us on a night tour of the city. It was a magical evening with perfect weather & stars lining the city sky. Our driver, who’s claim to fame is that he also drove Russel Crow and  Dan Brown, drove us up into the hills around the city so we could get a real view of everything and took us to all the major monuments in the Rome from the coliseum to the Vatican.

At first I was skeptical of having a night tour but my father was right, the best way to see Rome is at night. There are way less people out, and the city lights mixed with the glow of the moon and the stars is just breathtaking. Rome is truly a magical place and I think I really fell in love with Italy after seeing it in this way.

The note I left Simona with the butterfly she gave me

The famous coliseum

Piazza Nova

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Firenze

On mother’s day this year a butterfly came to visit me. I was sitting outside on my patio writing in my journal and missing my mom more than ever, when out of no where a huge Monarch came and landed on a leaf next to my chair. In the two years I have lived at my place I have never seen a Monarch there before. My mom and I both love butterflies, especially Monarchs so I just knew that it was her way of being with me and for the afternoon I sat and wrote as the Butterfly sat on the leaf by my side. Later that day I sent a photo of it to my little brothers and my step-dad saying that mom had sent me a Mother’s Day visitor.

So when we arrived at the Westin Hotel in Florence or Firenze yesterday afternoon of course all I could think about was getting that picture. Anything I can do to feel connected to my mother still, brings me so much joy. Chiara knew how important this was to me so she called ahead to the hotel and told them about my dream to take a photo just like my mom had. So when we arrived the woman at the front desk told us we could get settled in our rooms, then meet her back at the front to go up to the suite on the 5th floor where my parents stayed on their honeymoon 28 years ago.

So we made our way up to our rooms which are absolutely beautiful, decorated in old world charm with high ceilings, plush curtains and an incredible view overlooking the Arno River and the famous Ponte Vecchio bridge. We got settled in and wasted no time in getting all of our cameras ready for the picture. And just before we headed down to the front desk again, Chiara handed me the room key and told me I should hold onto it for us. So I pulled it out of its paper slip and when  I looked at it my eyes once again filled with tears. There on the room key was nothing but the name of the hotel and a picture of a Monarch Butterfly. I handed it to my Dad and told him the story about the butterfly and all he could do was whisper “heavy” as he turned away to hide his eyes that were now also brimming with tears. I have only seen my father cry one other time in my life and that was at his mom’s funeral.

I have the word Believe tattooed on my left wrist. I got it when my mom got sick and every day since she passed I look at it to remind myself that everything happens for a reason and this is all part of a bigger plan. Life is sometimes very hard but it is also exciting, fun and beautiful and if you take the time to notice the little amazing things that are happening all around you, it is truly magical and you can’t help but believe… in yourself, in your dreams, in the people you love and in God. There really are no coincidences. Life is tough and things will come your way that you don’t think you can endure, but if you are on the right path and you keep your eyes and heart open, life will amaze you in wonderous ways everyday.

Mom sketching at the Westin in Firenze, 1982

Me writing in my journal at the Westin in Firenze, 2010

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On to Florence

It’s 8am and I’m sipping espresso while I look out the kitchen window down into the courtyard of Garvin’s building. There’s a slight breeze today bringing in the intoxicating smell of honeysuckle. My dad and I are about to go on a run around the city before we leave to head to Florence. We have to be on the road by 11am because there is a huge soccer match this afternoon and Garvin’s driver has to drop us off in time to be back for it. As far as I can tell the only thing Italian’s love more than food, wine and women, is soccer!

I am sad to leave Milano after such a short time here, but I am also overwhelmed with excitement to go to Florence today. My mom passed away from cancer almost two years ago and a few months after she died my father gave my brothers and I framed pictures of her painting on a balcony in Florence on their honeymoon. It is one of the most beautiful photos of my mom I’ve ever seen, sketching away on a balcony overlooking the city. My mom loved painting and from what she told me she also loved Florence.

Before I left on my trip here I took a photo on my iPhone of that picture and vowed to go to that same location and take a photo just like it. I wasn’t sure if I would even be able to find the same spot but this morning my Dad told me that tonight we will be staying at the very same hotel where that photo was taken of my mother. My eyes are feeling with tears as I write this, just thinking about how special tonight will be. On to Florence!

My mom on the balcony of the The Westin Excelsior Hotel, Florence

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Milano

It’s my second night in Italy and I absolutely love it here. The weather is perfect right now, the food is amazing, the shopping is insane and thus far my Dad is on his best behavior… I flew in to Zurich, Switzerland yesterday afternoon from LA. BTW why did no one bother to tell me that there is good food, new movie releases and FREE alcohol on Swiss Air? I can get through anything with carbs, chick flicks, and at least two glasses of Vino… even an eleven hour flight!

So I met my Dad and Chiara at the gate in Zurich. Chiara is a friend of my fathers who he asked to be our “tour guide” for our trip because she has lived in Italy and speaks the language fluently. The two of them spent two days in Zurich on business then met me at the airport for our flight to Milano.

By the time we landed in Italy and the driver had our bags stuffed into the car, which took a while because I packed way too much as usual, I was already almost asleep, leaning my head against the window, trying to keep my eyes open. I was exhausted from traveling for almost a day straight, but as we drove down the roads towards the center of Milano I quickly forgot how tired I was…

Stretching before me was the most intriguing city I had ever seen. I have been to New York & many other beautiful cities but this is my first time in Europe and the feeling became so overwhelming that I just sat in the back seat next to my father as tears silently crept down my face behind my sunglasses. It is such a crazy experience to go from living in a place your whole life that is less than 200 years old to a place thousands of years old, brimming with amazing architecture & culture.

After what seemed like only a few minutes we arrived at Garvin’s Flat in the center of Milano. Garvin, I discovered owns not only one flat but a whole building of flats overlooking Monte Napoleone Street, which is the heart of the Fashion world in Italy. In a brief moment of weakness I thought of freezing my credit cards the way my friend Daneé use to do when we were in college, so she wouldn’t be able to go shopping, but after a few minutes in some of the shops on this street I quickly realized that there was no way I would ever be even slightly temped to spend a whole month’s worth of rent money on a shirt or a scarf!

After we unpacked and Garvin gave us a tour of his building, we headed of to dinner and by this time it was already 9:30pm but it was still light out and beautiful on the streets. The Italian food was beyond amazing and I fell asleep around 12am, full and happy, listening to the sound of my father play guitar in the living room.

Today Garvin’s friend Elisa took us on a tour of the city so we walked around and shopped, went to an amazing lunch and when the guys were too tired we went on shopping without them, went to see the Duono & then had drinks at the Bvlgari Hotel. And tonight we had another exquisite dinner, with way too much food!

We are leaving tomorrow and I wish we had another day here, but I am also very excited to see Florence and to head on down to the South to meet my relatives in Sicily and see the countryside and the Mediterranean Sea. My dad asked me today if I could ever live here and I said the answer is and will always be no. I love visiting big cities, but I am a small town, beach girl and no amount of shopping will ever change that…

Making the most of my 45 minutes in Zurich

Arriving at Garvin's Flat

View from my room

Shopping with Dad

My favorite Italian Bikini by Missoni - only $400 Lol

Elisa & Chiara at lunch in the city

By far the best Caprese Salad I have ever had!

I never imagined pastries could be so elegant.

Armani on Monte Napoleone Street

Outside the Duomo

Duomo di Milano

Inside the Duomo was the most beautiful stained glass I have ever seen.

And after church naturally you head to the bar...

Elisa convincing us to stay for another round.

BVLGARI Hotel

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