It was nothing terrible, just a torn front ligament of my left leg. Lack of practicing and not enough warming up before the amateur badminton tournament. Or I\u2019m simply getting old.<\/span><\/p>\n Diagnosis meant staying in Zagreb for at least the next half a year. Just when the winter came. Just when I was warming myself up for another trip to some warmer places. But that’s what happens when people plan. There is one saying that once stuck in my memory: If you want to make the gods laugh, just tell them your plans.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n The operation was scheduled a couple of days before Christmas, and it went great. One day later I was out of the hospital, in the rented studio apartment in center of Zagreb, with stools beside the bed and the leg in the orthosis. I knew there was a painful recovery waiting for me to last between 6 and 9 months.<\/span><\/p>\n Next days were all about watching endless movies, going to rehabilitation, practicing on the floor of the apartment, and thinking about the same thing again and again – what good can come out of this?<\/span><\/p>\n It reminded me of my travels when I asked myself that same question after any unlucky event – when I was lonely, hungry or sick, waiting for hours and hours for the mercy of passers-by, when someone cancelled my accommodation in the last minute. And at the same moment I reminded myself of the solution. Adapt to a new situation. Stop asking myself what good can come out of this, and take a step. Figuratively speaking. I just needed to take a random path. Something will come up. It always does.<\/span><\/p>\n “I’m going to a bartending school!” I said to one of my friends that was visiting me. “I am stuck in Zagreb anyhow, I can learn a lot from watching YT videos, and last year I was making mojito’s at the Zagreb street festivals and it was really fun.”<\/span><\/p>\n “Wait a second”, he was shocked. “After you traveled the whole world, wrote two books, held a bunch of lectures about your travels, you want to be a bartender?”<\/p>\n “Well, yes!” I replied. “I really like that job. I can be creative, impress people with my drinks, and in some way I can travel – only people in this situation come to me. Traveling without traveling.”<\/span><\/p>\n “You’re not normal,” he concluded.<\/p>\n It was not the first time I heard that statement. I heard it before and during my travels. Well, it would be strange not to hear it when I’m going to do a job that fewer and fewer people want to deal with – hospitality. When a commonly accepted statement was everyone can be a waiter,<\/em>\u00a0for which I knew it was not true. Everyone cannot be a waiter. Or a bartender. I mean, they can, but everyone cannot be a good waiter or a good bartender. To be a good hospitality worker, you have to make a great effort. You need to know the job, you need to be honest, you need to be happy.<\/p>\n When I was traveling, I wanted to send a message to the world that travel doesn’t have to be a dangerous and expensive sport. That the world is a much nicer place than we think. That people in the vast majority are harmless and willing to help.<\/p>\n When I will be a bartender, I will try to send a message to the world that it can be a phenomenal job. I will try to tell everyone my theory that the world would be a much nicer place if every hospitality worker smiled and did his\/her job properly.<\/p>\n A couple of e-mails and a week later, the school started. Theory, types of drinks, tasting. Throwing a cocktail shaker, dropping a cocktail shaker. Recipes of cocktails, making cocktails, tasting.<\/span><\/p>\n The diploma was in my hands, and before me the first competition in making cocktails. Junior Bar Challenge.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n “I suggest you make a cocktail with tequila as your base spirit\u201d, Filip suggested, my cocktail professor. “Tequila will most likely not be used by any of the other contestants because it is quite difficult to make a good cocktail with it, especially for beginners. But, if you do that, the jury will definitely know how to reward you.”<\/span><\/p>\n I did not like tequila. The reason was a traumatic experience from my youth, but I assumed that everyone had a traumatic experience with tequila. Since I didn\u2019t want to be a hostage of my past, I decided to accept Filip\u2019s advice. It\u2019s going to be a tequila cocktail.<\/span><\/p>\n Now I just had to decide about the other ingredients, the story and the name that would accompany the cocktail itself. Since I have never made any cocktails in my life, and I’ve written a lot of stories, I decided to reverse the tactics. First, I\u2019ll figure out a story, and then I’ll figure out what to put inside.<\/span><\/p>\n Like with traveling, my best friend was logic. I had one ingredient – tequila. Where did it come from? Mexico. Which is my first association of Mexico? Sombrero, poncho and moustache. Okay, I know how I\u2019ll dress on the day of the competition. Mariachi. Okay, I know what kind of music I’ll play in the background. Mexican food. I’m not gonna get into food, I got to focus on the cocktail. If I get dressed like a Mexican, if I’m playing Mariachi, if the base alcohol is tequila, maybe it’s a good idea that all the other ingredients are Mexican as well. I asked Google which fruits grow in Mexico, got some answers, and concentrated on the three that I love – pineapples, mangoes and lime. It will be a fruit cocktail, refreshing, but strong. You will be able to drink a lot of it, but you should not exaggerate because tomorrow will come, and we all know how one feels after a night with too much tequila.<\/span><\/p>\n That\u2019s how I got the name for the cocktail. One of my life mottos – Use, don\u2019t abuse.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n Cocktail was perfectly balanced from the first try (either I am extremely talented or extremely lucky – second option is more likely), I decided to serve it on a wooden board with a horseshoe (the trademark of the sponsored tequila I used), and with the cocktail I served fresh mango, and beside it a cactus as a reminder of the dangers of seemingly innocent drink.<\/span><\/p>\n A few days later, I had a winning cup in my hands. I was not sure if the jury liked my cocktail or Mexican story and performance, but it did not matter. Sometimes the story and performance of cocktails are as important as the taste itself.<\/span><\/p>\n The cocktail was included on the Swanky Bar cocktail list, and I, encouraged, spent another summer at the Zagreb Street Festivals, traveling without traveling. Comparing to last year, I increased the number of cocktails by few hundred percent, each festival I introduced a new cocktail to our menu, played with the dehydration of fruit that would serve as a decoration, thought about the viability of each ingredient.<\/span><\/p>\n I was working my ass off, and I was loving it.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cMongoose, we need another person to work for us,” I suggested to my last year’s boss, this year’s partner. – “We’re not going to manage everything by ourselves.”<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cMaybe I could work here,\u201d a girl said, as she came back for the eighth round of strawberry mojito in a pineapple. She didn\u2019t drink, but her friend did.<\/span><\/p>\n “Wait a minute,” Mongoose said, “you’re an architect, right?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYes, so?\u201d she replied cheerfully. \u201cI also have bunch of work experience behind the bar.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n We knew that. Along with the work of the architect, she worked in our second home, the pub where we went to in the breaks between the festivals.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cHow much money would you be satisfied with?\u201d I asked her, hoping for only one answer.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t care about the money. I want to work and you can pay me how much you can\u201d she guessed exactly what I wanted to hear.<\/span><\/p>\n I looked at Mongoose with a significant glance in my eyes. It was a deja vu from ten years ago, when I, while still working as a stock-broker, was looking for a job in his juice bar. He realized what I was silently trying to tell him. And he posed the question he asked me ten years ago.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cOkay, so it wouldn\u2019t be a problem for you if you worked for free?\u201d he looked her directly in her eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cNope.” he smiled, accepting the game.<\/span><\/p>\n Another deja vu.<\/p>\n With my new colleague, the job went even better. 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