Travel in ways ... ... ...
After 25 years in the kitchens of the hotel Last year I decided to take a pause for reflection.
In this period I began to engage in some hobby that I had neglected for lack of time,
Among these were the flowers, the art of flowers. To practice my passion I had to first acquire the technique, both the botanical knowledge, so it was that I turned to a florist in my area asking if he was willing to teach me some basics.
His availability was immediate and, in addition to convey his knowledge, shared with me the enthusiasm and love for his work. Slowly I began to think about the flowers not only as a hobby but as a future employment prospects.
With his help I started a course based floral designer, to read magazines, to participate in fairs and events that had to do with botanical floral art.
as we increase my knowledge in this field, I noticed that the kitchen and floral design are two areas which have many similarities.
looked, in fact, that for both occupations is the fundamental knowledge of raw materials used (the organoleptic characteristics of food, needs and botanical characteristics of the flowers) and without a knowledge of basic techniques and equipment, it was not possible to create either a flat or a flower arrangement.
addition, the attention to color, texture, shape, the scent of the subject, combined with the imagination are prerequisites in both professions.
the light of my past I have been able to cook like that, discover the similarities of the two sectors, also thinking that I could bring two things further by creating some dishes made of flowers. This thought I do cheer for the home and excite my friends ... ..
Among the things I did last year during the months of February-March there was a 5-week study tour to Galway in Ireland, this was scheduled to have some basic knowledge of English, since I also intend to resume his studies in tourism.
During my stay in this town overlooking the Atlantic, one day, wandering the streets more devices, I found myself in front of a room with a beautiful outdoor display of bulbs about to bloom, (previously when traveling related to my professional curiosity only the cards for restaurants, but now had expanded to flower shops). The thing that
struck me was a sign at the entrance that says "Coffee."
But how? -I wondered-From outside it looks like a florist with all this exposure of bulbs.
How curious children put their hands on the glass shelter from the glare and I saw all
'internal tables.
Without hesitation I opened the door ... ... and there began my emotional journey in all directions they were involved.
The view in this warm, cut across every corner. Since the dominant elements, such as waxed wood tables, stone walls, were hung macro photos of flowers, the glass pyramid ceiling, from which hung the lanterns in India, to small details like the copper napkin decorated with floral designs, the cushions of upholstered chairs and embroidered with plant matter, or the bathroom mirror at the base with small reserves of water with fresh flowers.
Not to mention all the items for sale.
Smell, which already had been conquered by the entrance hyacinths was now attracted by the scent of hot chocolate and a plate of cheese-cake with lemon, that the girl who had welcomed me with a smile, holding in his hand.
After observing the room I found a seat at a table near the bar where the owner was preparing a piece for Valentine's Day, a holiday that was celebrated by them in two days.
All together these emotions could not metabolize it. ... Hours that a small part of the sight and smell were satisfied, the moment was hearing the sound of a sweet Irish ballad was the background to the rain beating on the glass pyramid over my head, and the waitress left me all the time I needed before I came to ask me what I wanted.
The menu was printed clearly on a rustic paper: spinaccino I chose a salad with parmesan, walnuts and pine nuts, accompanied by all bruschette 'garlic, tomato and mozzarella cheese, the olive paste. To drink, mineral water, I was served in a nice earthenware jug with a hand, a cup of ice and a plate with slices of lemon and orange. Upon arrival of this Mediterranean dish for a moment my mind took me back nostalgically in Italy, the scent of home ... but your mouth water just brought me back to reality.
The taste was amply satisfied, I did not think to find in this land a tomato into squares, a mozzarella that does not bounce, a leaf of fresh basil and olives.
I was at least two hours in that place, I do not know exactly, I never looked at the clock, and more I've never had the impression that the landlord fit tempo.Sembrava irrelevant that the order occupies a single table four seats, in a small room that contained only six.
I left the room without having exchanged a word, (except that for the order) I was too excited, it seemed incredible to see what materializes idealized in that period, as proposed. On the way
that separated me from the beach house where I lived, I stopped as usual on a bench along the river where the swans expect people to bring them food. I kept saying that nothing happens by chance, that I should go back to that place and for the pleasure of being in that environment, to further examine the room.
was so that for the period that I was in Galway. 4 / 5 times a week I was there, I watched the services offered, customer satisfaction, the tour was so despite my English ... rudimentary managed to speak with the owner, which not only give me the information on your local gave me (as to all its guests) all the information they need to stay in town, and told me little curiosity in the area.
The girl who worked for her, always welcomed me with a big smile on the penultimate day of my stay I went to the healthy. The owner had to go out for a commitment, but came to greet me at the table with a handshake. Here is the latest way to feel I was missing ...! The handshake, which is not usual and played just a formal greeting, but also the pleasure of sharing a few moments in his club and to have satisfied a customer.
When I got up to pay the account, the girl told me that the hot chocolate was offered by the lady also gave me a small flower with a bow of raffia.
Nothing happens by chance, maybe I needed this experience to find out what a few months grind on me, it was not a utopia but something that, if made by others, maintained my faith in believing in this tourism and commercial project.
