Being passionate about your life, whether it be your job, a hobby, your family, your friends, etc. is almost always plainly obvious to people around you. We went to two different restaurants this week, Felice on Thursday and Maya on Friday. We frequent both regularly, and they happen to be across the street from each other. The food at each is superb, each have great atmosphere, and thus the only way to compare them is to look at the service. Let's refer to them as restaurants A and B, since I don't want anyone to get a bad impression of either.
To say that one restaurant's service is better than the other would be inaccurate and incomplete; if the service at one were bad we wouldn't keep going there. This is where the passion of the employees at one restaurant is evident, and the lack of passion at the second restaurant is even more noticeable given the juxtaposition with the first.
You can tell that the passionate employees at restaurant A care about what they do. They want their customers to have the best possible dining experience, and they know and care about every item on the menu. They ooze enthusiasm about their product, and it makes the experience more positive for the diner.
At restaurant B, the servers are almost emotionless. If you ask for a recommendation on the menu (almost a necessity, as it's so hard to choose between all the good dishes), they'll recite two or three dishes in a dull monotone, and it hardly seems that the dishes they highlight are "can't-miss" items. A little passion about the food would go a long way here.
How does this relate to us? Lucia and I hope to always be passionate about our lives. That's a big reason for this journey to Italy, is that we're chasing our dream and our passion for travel, food, and wine. It's just over 10 months away now, and I think we're both getting antsy; it's hard to keep ourselves bottled up when we're just dying to go. In this way, I can tell that we're doing the right thing.
Until next time,
Arrivederci!
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