By Tanner Garrity The first time I made it to Europe, a decade ago, I briefly met a gentleman in a jewelry shop near Mt. Vesuvius. He was the local watchmaker. I remember watching him hunched over his desk, choosing microscopic tools and gears from a mess that likely made sense only to him. He broke his flow state to greet us for a few moments, clearly proud to be something of interest in a part of the world famous for attractions, before turning his attention back to the task at hand. Somehow, that memory has hung in there with some of my top experiences from that trip, a fact that I attribut…