Lost Memories Found: Choco-Bananos

I remember the excitement that I felt inside of me the first time I learned from my Spanish teacher about the choco-banano lady across the street from my Spanish school. What?! You mean all I have to do is go knock on that mysterious iron door, hand over a few Quetzales and out comes a freshly made chocolate covered banana? They have strawberries too? And pineapple? Papaya? Mango??? No way...

Anybody who knows me is probably not surprised by what was my overwhelming and unnecessary exuberance over the prospects of anything chocolate-related at just an arm's reach anytime I wanted it. It was like a whole new portal to life opened up right in front of me--all the freshly frozen fruit I wanted--and covered in chocolate! And, for the mere equivalent of a U.S. quarter.

It's true, there were a few times when this poor woman had to make about twelve chocolate covered fruit of some sort for us eager students (ironically, all female). Although she was making money off of us, I couldn't help but feel a little bad about fifteen people bombarding in on her home every morning around 11:00. But, there was nothing like standing outside on the street during our 'mid-morning break', choco-bananos in hand, soaking in the warmth from the sun.

What I wouldn't give right now to be able to walk across the street, knock on a door and retrieve my choco-banano...