“I just noticed we were all just getting back in line, eating our ice cream cone while we waited to get to the front again.”

In Krakow at the train station, the chocolate was probably the worst chocolate I’d eaten in all of Europe. No matter which of this little cart — chocolate carts you went to, they all sold the exact same product. It was cubes of chocolate covered in cocoa dust. Awful. Meanwhile, several stalls down, was the ice cream vendors and this one cart was selling ice cream cones. [In a] communist country you cannot get different flavors. It comes in one flavor: vanilla. There’s not even other types of ice cream you can get. It is just a vanilla ice cream cone. That’s all you can get. No sprinkles. No toppings. No chocolate chip. Nothing. But there was a long line there, and ice cream cones were 10 cents, and it was the most delicious ice cream I’ve had in all of Europe, except for Selfridges in London. The ice cream was so — was so good that after eating it, I got back to the end of the line and waited. I just went to the back of the line and waited til I came to the front again. And I think I did this four times. I think I had four ice cream cones. They were that — it was that delicious. But I wasn’t the only person doing it. The other people in line were doing the same thing because the ice cream tasted so good. I just noticed we were all just getting back in line, eating our ice cream cone while we waited to get to the front again.