Ice cream deserves its own post
The best ice cream in the world comes from a little metal cart in one of the main squares of Merida, the kind of cart you stay away from at first because you’re not sure if the food will make you sick. It doesn’t. What it does do is make you addicted. Favorite flavors thus far, though I plan on further investigation, are mamey and cookies. Mamey is a fruit I’ve never had before that’s very sweet and rosy and tastes like heaven. And the cookie ice cream, well, you know what that is, but imagine actual entire crushed Oreos instead of puny flecs. You get two giant scoops in a giant cone for two dollars. But when I say cone, I’m not talking about the cardboard ice cream is served in at home. These cones taste like cookies.
Last night I went downtown with a friend and purchased one of these wonders, took a seat at a free concert, and wondered if life could get any better.