So many thoughts go through my head head at work, most of them along the lines of translating Italian/English. But when I'm doing mindless work, like shelling fava beans or rolling out millions of little balls of dough, my mind wonders... but also because I basically talk to myself all day, since Im the only one that understand me. Ha
I can not wait to see San Marino take off its blanket- the snow. From my work station, I have an AMAZING view on top of the hill that looks over the entire city and into the rolling hills of further towns. Yes, it's beautiful now, covered in white with the contrast of the crisp blue sky or flaming orange sunset. But I want to SEE San Marino! Not just colors. Not just white land and a colored sky! San Marino, reveal yourself! I want to know where the local everything is and if it's walking distance because right now, I can't tell. I've been grazing up and down a few streets on my down time but I'm afraid to go too far because in the snow, everything looks the same and I don't want to get lost. We know me by now: being lost is second nature. But I asked a few people, or tried to, if there was a local yoga studio around so I could stretch and relax my mind. No luck. They kind of chuckled at me; maybe san marineans dont believe in yoga. But I did find a guy at work who is willing to try muay Thai/kickboxing with me!! I've never done it but I'm interested and down to have some sort of physical activity outside of work. Hopefully it's in walking distance... Or maybe he has a car. Heh
So my work schedule is as follows: tues-Sunday 8:30 to 3 and then 6-10. I guess it's common for Italian cooks to work a shift in the morning and then again at night. I don't mind. I don't mind at all in fact because I'm keeping busy and learning food and language alllll day! I had my first night of service last night and it was pretty cool. There were two reservations, a HUGE difference from mozza's 375, but everything had to be perfect. The cooks and chef spend time making sure everything that goes out is up to par. It's very different from LA but I am learning to go with the flow. I'm here to try something different, so it's great to have it different in every way imaginable. The only thing that is frustrating me to no end is the fact that I don't have words to explain to them my background, where I come from, my cooking experience, and what Mozza was like. Although no words in English or Italian can explain the work done at Mozza since the kitchen and the cooks run like a machine. But I can't even explain to my new coworkers anything about me. They just see me and know me from what I've done in the past three day which let me tell you, has to be pretty freakin funny. Watching an American girl try to figure her way in an Italian kitchen...they must think I'm fluff. I can only imagine what they are assuming. Haha Whatever, I'll just prove them wrong. It's more motivation to prove myself.
By the way, since I don't speak Italian, I'm not positive but I'm pretty sure I was asked out on a date. And since I don't speak Italian, I'm not positive but I'm pretty sure I said yes. Hahahahaha! We'll see.... :D