I am well aware that wine is not the normal drink of choice at a poker game. But that night, that’s what I wanted, so I brought some with me. Unfortunately, the host did not own a corkscrew, so my desire was left unfulfilled.
The same thing could have happened on my first night in Quebec. Just before our arrival, my friend and I stopped at a gas station where I was surprised to see a lovely selection of wine including my favorite: Montepulciano. I bought a bottle for our host (well, for me, but you know what I mean). That evening, we brought the bottle out to the patio to have with dinner. He looked at it and confessed that he did not own a corkscrew, but then mumbled something and went back into the house. He returned with a power drill, a screw and a hammer. He drilled the screw into the cork, then, as if pulling a nail out of a wall, he used the hammer as leverage and popped the cork. My friend and I stared in amazement.
Three days and plenty of sight-seeing later, this is still my favorite moment of the entire trip. It sums up what life is about in a way: you can either say it can’t be done, or you can instead figure out how to accomplish it:)