Sweating on a small bus somewhere on the coast on Ecuador, I’m dreaming of coconut ice cream. Looking out the window at the refreshing water, the beach practically deserted, I decide to get off at the next stop and go for a dip.
My ice cream craving gets stronger as I walk towards the beach. Out of nowhere, I see a man pushing a little cart with some sort of a sweet treat. We’re the only ones around. Could it really be?
I ask in my limited Spanish, ‘¿Qué es?’ ‘Es helado de coco,’ he responds. I couldn’t believe it. ‘¿Quieres?’ Of course I wanted some. He cut open a sweet bun and filled it with a heaping scoop of coconut ice cream.
Had I just willed that to happen?