Albert considered himself quite an experienced sauna master. For years, he had heated the sauna for family and friends, and everyone always praised his steady hand and gentle steam. But experience sometimes makes you rely too much on old habits.
It was Friday evening when Ieva brought the news:
“Tomorrow, Jānis and Maija are coming over. They’re crazy about sauna — they want to finally try it with ‘the famous Albert’.”
Albert smiled.
“All right, let’s heat it up.”
He went out to the shed and pulled out last year’s birch whisks, brought over by a neighbor. They still looked pretty decent, although the leaves had become a bit brittle. He set them aside to soak before the sauna session.
Ieva came closer, glanced at the whisks, and quietly said:
“Maybe you should get fresh ones? You were planning to order them from www.istaspirtslietas.lv. remember?”
Albert nodded confidently.
“They’ll do. I’ll soak them before we start — they’ll come back to life like new.”
On Saturday, the sauna heated up nicely. The guests chatted happily, and as promised, Albert soaked the whisks in warm water right before the session. But as he picked up the first one, it crumbled right in his hands. The leaves fell off, the twigs snapped — the whisk lost its power with the very first stroke.
Albert just smiled and reached for the ones he had bought earlier.
The evening still turned out great — plenty of laughter and good company — but the whisk story stayed with both Albert and Ieva as another lesson learned.
Later, while sitting with a cup of tea, Albert looked at Ieva seriously.
“You know, it’s funny how little things make all the difference. One bad whisk can ruin a perfectly good sauna. I won’t make that mistake again.”
He opened his laptop and ordered fresh birch and oak whisks from www.istaspirtslietas.lv. This time, without hesitation.
“These will be for the next sauna. Good things should be prepared in advance.”
Ieva smiled and leaned on his shoulder:
“And for us too. Because the right whisk makes the right sauna.”