Ice Cream!

Recently, we have had guys come through the neighborhood pushing ice cream carts. These carts have a small lawnmower sized engine on them which powers the ice cream maker. On the side is a little compartment with cones and small cups. The first time these guys came down the street, I didn't know what to think. I heard a sound like a helicopter but knew that wasn't the case as it wasn't quite the same. I couldn't figure it out. You never hear a lawnmower here as people don't have lawns. Well, I take that back. We have a lawnmower at the school and the first time I heard it run, it was the strangest sound. It made me think of a small town, especially the smell of cut grass. In any case, the sound of these "helicopters" was a mystery to me so I had to go out and take a look. Seeing these guys pushing ice cream carts down the street was indescribable. It's nearly impossible to get ice cream here. There is a down about a half hour away where we can sometimes get some soft serve, but it's quite the ordeal to get it. So, to have the opportunity to buy ice cream just outside my door was amazing. We stopped the guys and I started calling all the missionaries. Within about five minutes, there were swarms of people around these guys. We had them stopped for nearly an hour as we kept buying ice cream cone after ice cream cone. I finally went inside and got a small cup for them to fill. We bought some for the kids in the street who I am sure rarely get the chance to eat ice cream. We told them to come back often. They have come down the street nearly every day. I always feel bad when I don't see them because I wonder if they came and I wasn't home. I always know when they are coming as I can hear the "helicopters" getting louder and louder as they get closer to our house.

Below is a picture of the first day they came: