You would think that a country that exports two and a half billion dollars’ worth of coffee annually would have coffee ice cream stands on every corner. As an every-night consumer of a scoop or two at home, I couldn’t imagine that I would have a problem finding coffee ice cream in Colombia.
Not only did I live without coffee ice cream for five days, I had no ice cream at all. For a woman whose sophomore year college roommates gave her a gift certificate for five pints of gourmet ice cream on her birthday, this could have been tragic.
To be honest, I couldn’t get enough of arepas and freshly-squeezed fruit drinks in Medellin so that was where I focused my attention. And all the wedding events had much more spectacular desserts than ice cream.
It helped that our hotel had a huge basket of delicious wrapped coffee candies in the lobby. Every time I walked by, I picked up a new supply.
Although the first thing I did when I got home was hug Peter, the second was to grab a big bowl of you know what.
It’s good to be home.