Friday, December 2, 2011

We All Scream for Ice Cream

A wise person once said, "You can't buy happiness but you can buy ice cream and that's pretty much the same thing."  Ice cream is one thing that I can count on to always make me happy. 

When I was little ice cream was the reason I would eat dinner.  In Gambia, I would splurge on ice cream, it helped me get through the stress of having all my plans fall through and was a good way to bribe my host

When we were traveling through Butare a month back we came across Inzozi Nziza, the first ice cream parlor in Rwanda.  A women's cooperative that has brought jobs, ice cream and most importantly happiness to the community.  With free ice cream once a month for the children of Butare, Inzozi Nziza is spreading joy.  They advertise as coffee, ice cream and dreams.  Simple and perfect! And so began my obsession of giving my boys the ice cream experience.

With today being my last official day at the center (I will go tomorrow for final goodbyes) I thought that instead of being sad about my departure why not spread some joy with a sweet treat.  Elena and I packed in the truck, headed to town and spent $97!  The best money I have ever spent.  4.5 gallons of ice cream, 150 plastic spoons, a mash of tin plates and plastic cups, and 130 boys- it was wonderful!!!!  Smiles, licking plates, ice cream on faces--it was sheer perfection.  Today I fulfilled a dream and got my boys ice cream, it doesn't get much better than that! 


woah ice cream!

My boys! Forever in my heart.
I leave Rwanda on Sunday (with a very heavy heart) to join Alex in Morocco.  I do not know if I will really have an opportunity to blog.  Thank you so much for joining me on this journey, I cannot believe it is coming to an end...

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