Guatemalans love ice cream. Well, at least in Antigua they do. At every turn, the historic city's cobblestone streets seem to be crawling with people licking drippy cones of frozen cream topped with a dollop of syrupy strawberry goodness. And it made me want it -- like really want it -- all the time.
The ice cream obsession became similar to my neurotic cravings for coffee, and it had the same effect. Normally, if I were to see someone cradling a steamy cup of Joe, I would immediately feel the addiction tick go off in my head and, at that point, there would be no turning back: I would have to, somehow, get my hands on a vanilla soy latte. So, when I was taunted with swarms of people buying, selling, sharing and licking -- always licking -- ice cream, well, I had to get in on the licking party too. So I ate ice cream -- a lot of it -- and from almost every vendor and shop in Antigua.