Exhausted and broken down. After a double shift Thursday, Friday night, Saturday double shift fully booked until 2am, and an early 5am wake up Sunday for the Grand Prix at Monte Carlo (see photo), I am soooo tired. I’m pale as anything, dehydrated, and the bags under my eyes could make a mother cry.
This last weekend of my stage gave me a glimpse of a real-life restaurant experience. No cushy internship here!
I’m happy I’m going home—it will be 5 months since I’ve been in the US. We have our final exam in New York the 26th, with 2 days before of training. Then we have graduation. Then I guess I could call myself, officially, a chef.
What does my future hold as a graduate of the Italian Culinary Academy? I spend 3 weeks in New York for some r&r, go to Paris with my mom, and then I’m back to Italy for a job at La Gazza Ladra, a 1 star Michelin restaurant in Modica, Sicily. I’m ecstatic… the Mediterranean in the summer at a Hotel Restaurant will keep me busy enough. Once I know more I will write more. As for now I am looking forward to my next 2 days in Tuscany with my family, then off to NY.
