Mission: Urban

It’s been almost a month since the last post.   I don’t even know how long it’s been since my last post.  Longer than a month, for sure.  So I’m jumping back in here.

There’s really only one ice cream chain here in Costa Rica.  Pops.  Some ticos pronounce like you would in English and some pronounce it like you would in Spanish (like popes, as in The Pope).  Anyway, Emerson prefers to call it The Ice Cream Store With The Letters.  Pops seems easier, but whatever.

So we took Em to Pops today, sort of as a weekend treat.  We got our ice cream and sat down.  Em sat there, eating her brown ice cream (2 year olds pick colors, not flavors), in the covered, open air dining area.  It was raining and pretty cool for CR, so everyone was sort of bundled up.  Most were drinking coffee.  I thought that maybe it was a little too cold for ice cream.  Then I looked around.  The ticos were thinking the same thing.  About us.  Most ticos think if you let your kids walk barefoot, INDOORS- even if it’s warm, they’ll get sick.  How horrible of us to be feeding our child ice cream on a chilly day.  Crazy gringos.

In my defense:

We promised her ice cream before it started raining.

She only ate 3 bites.

Chilly in CR equals 65 degrees.

Ice cream is good.