SPARKLING VISDOM ICE CREAM

What is hiding behind the mountains? On the other side of the fancy lifestyle? We borrowed Alessandros car (and funny-strange dog) this morning and drove 2 hours southwest.

Ice cream and 80s ice box at the road stop. Mint green pear ice cream and orange blossom with bitter syrop. In the pink plastic chairs. At the pressed sand floor. Cars and cars.

One very old man told me not to disapear from this world before feeling big magical fantastic MUY BUENO love. He had seen it happen too many times, he said. So much bitterness and dead faith, he said.

Okok, grandpa.