On my rapid trip for shopping and indulgence I spied a Muslim family perched on a concrete structure as I was heading to the shops. They sat there with these tubes of colourful 'stuff', squeezing the tube and holding one end in their mouths. Egad, is that a freezie?
These, along with popsicles are unheard of over this way. I think I have figured out why. In heat that is constantly at 33 or more celclius and humidity that could cause one to drown just breathing, a freezie or a popsicle does not stand a chance. However, this family was happily stuffing these colourful plastic bag tubes into their mouths and I was jealous. I approached them and said 'is that frozen'? Yes, yes, lag, and into her bag of treasures she dove and gave me one. I declined, but they insisted. I offered to pay, no, no, a gift. Yay!
The freezies were a bright Barbie Doll pink. I guessed they were either a nasty sweet sugary taste or rose water. I wanted to cool off before I began traipsing around the streets. Lucky for me, they were rose water. And cooling for the body. I did stumble around trying to open it though. Finally, after attempting to untwist the heavy duty elastic band holding the delightful frozen treat inside the bag, I asked my new friends how to do this. Good thing I did. It seems you leave this twisted elastic intact and bite off the other end and then bite and squeeze the contents into your mouth. Could have had quite a mess with my first method I guess.
from the last few days in Canada and forward, you can join me in my thoughts and actions as I learn how to live in a country that I had not even known the exact location until Ryan was there a few years ago. Some days I have rants and other days I have adventures, but every day is a learning experience that I embrace and thank God I was given the opportunity to know and to be. I might even upload a picture of me in this place I now call home – for now.
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