During our relaxing gondola ride, we get a call from one of our customers near Munich, complaining in a combination of broken English & angry German, that his turbine has quit working, and that; the 3000 residents of Ainring, are now without heat & hot water. Our ride is cut short; we hurry off to the parking lot of Venice to retrieve our car. I put my racing skills to work, negotiating the gorgeous twists of the road around the crystal blue water of Lago di Garda, and up through the snow capped Alps, to Salzburg & Munich.
After stopping the night at the prophetically named Hotel Romantik, we arrive in Ainring at 10am. With amazing technical efficiency, we manage to return the residents of Ainring to comfortable living, in time for the plant owner to take us to Ainring pub. We are there greeted with cheers, and elevated to elite status, in the company of select few non-residents, to retain permanent personal beer mug status on the wall of locals! (where a missing beer mug indicates that the significant other is inside enjoying a pint).
During our final drink we get a call from HQ, advising of another service call in the south of France. A week and many relieved residents later, I'm flying back to Toronto from Charles de Gaulle, to prep for another field call; Elena is flying back to Brescia, now inseparable friends for life.
Work is amazingly engaging, but has many responsibilities and challenges. I rely on weekends to find a new hang out, or catch up with friends...Typically I'm enjoying delicious indie ales and warm atmosphere at one of the new places the Junction has on offer, before starting out on a wild adventure that can only be described through experience, and ends in a blue night bus ride home on Bloor.
I'm pretty easy going during conversation, but when I find a friend who isn't afraid to discuss ideas they are passionate about, life, ambitions, politics, we can solve the world's problems and a bottle of Lagavulin or Woodford Reserve...it's great.