Traveling

Spring is coming out in spurts and then disappearing, so I have to take the warm weather when I can get it. This afternoon, the morning’s rain rolled away to reveal sunny skies and 70 degree weather.

I contemplated going for a run, but made the wise choice to hit up Philly Flavors instead.   The Bradford family came too, which was great because they are awesome, and also because they have 6 boys, so I could act like the excitement over the ice cream was “for the kids.” I actually don’t think I fooled anyone but myself into thinking there was selflessness involved in my ice cream consumption.

On the way, they asked what I would do in Mundri when I wanted water ice or ice cream. My obvious answers were dream about it or try to make some homemade version of my own. But, on further reflection, I think the best plan is to convince Philly Flavors to set up a small satellite store near my new house in Mundri. I mean, I eat enough in one summer to keep them in business, and I’m sure others in the area would also delight in banana split water ice or mango gelato. 

As I continue to get ready for Sudan, I enjoy the unplanned times of sweetness and community and lots of water ice, in case it takes longer than I hope for Philly Flavors to show up in Mundri.

As quickly as it came, the warm weather ran away again. Catharine and I got caught in a crazy hailstorm (I think I might be bruised) and had to book it back to the Bradfords, looking sheepishly for a ride after getting soaked in the rain and pounded by the hail for about a minute and a half. I got home thoroughly soaked but grateful for sunshine and friendships in between the storms and hoping to not get caught in hail again any time soon.