bibbona

ok, lasting memories from the past week or two... riding home on the back of a co-worker's motorcycle in the middle of the night after my first day of work in the tiny town of marina di bibbona and thinking how life has taken me to such completely unexpected places. watching a real tornado swirl over the mediterranean sea and proceed to rain hail on the restaurant and momentarily knock the power out while we hardly stopped cooking lunch for our guests. sunsets. adventures into the mountains to attend farm parties with the best food, friends, community, and homemade wine and beer i could ever hope for (fantastically inspiring, beautiful, must write more about this later). a whole roasted pig. dancing. my last days cooking in colorno until my final exams in october.

i sliced my finger today, so typing is hard. today was my third day in my new kitchen. the rhythm of the day has been getting slightly smoother. everything is in italian. i get slightly more responsibility each day. i like my co-workers. my apartment is a dump. i have a roommate who is a talented cook and a good guy. we can sort of communicate with one another in italian. it's actually really hard to type with this cut finger (don't worry mom it's not too bad).

the internet doesnt work here very well at all, so writing may continue to be haphazard. my new kitchen is busy, hectic, dirty, pretty fun, somewhat confusing, and not fantastically inspiring but i'm gonna give it a little more time before passing final judgment.

this is such a bare minimum update. i'd like to write much more soon. i have very little time though, i've literally been working 13ish hour days, maybe longer. tired. hurt finger. off to bed i go. next time i wanna write about the funny cast of characters i'm now involved in with my new restaurant, the work i do, the food, the scenery, how we all wear these bandanna things at work that look pretty dang good and make me feel like a pirate, other random thoughts, insight, feelings, general brilliance and trueness of heart.