As I write this week’s column I’m jetting my way across the great Asian Euro continents, yet again reminded of the importance of memory, legacy and travel. Composing this article somewhere over South Asia while sampling several wines that have decent yet not exceptional attributes. My destination is Italy so in respect to the great peninsula nation that happens to make some of the world’s best wines, I selected two Italian wines, a light and charming Prosecco, then a rather outgoing but undistinguished Valpolicello Ripasso. All wines, like humans, behave differently at altitude. Some of us are relaxed and feel good as we jet across vast distances, while others suffer from the rigors of distance and altitude. The Prosecco is performing quite nice but the the Valpolicello is making me wish for a quick landing.