I'm an addict, I know that. it's not the kind of addiction
that will get you admitted in the "betty ford" clinic for,
but when I get a crave, a lust for ice cream, I could be as
dangerous as a red eye junky on a very dry period. For a
normal girl from Israel, this could be quite embracing,
drewling over those "nestle" posters, and you won't believe
the way I look around ice cream boxes, like a mad woman.
It's a good thing I haven't got a tendency to gain weight,
or else id 'e have looked like a whale.


So here I am, traveling Argentina, on my way from Bariloche
to el boson. Bariloche is the best place for eating
chocolate, ice cream and meat in Argentina -so they say, and
I love the first two, but a friend of mine that was here a
year ago told me that the best ice cream in Bariloche is"
Jauja", and they have a factory in El Bolson.
When I got to Bariloche after landing in Buenos Aires, the
first thing I ate was this ice cream. I came in to the shop,
and they had a menu in hebrew (how convenient) and I ordered
a huge 1/4 kilo cup. I had hard time choosing my flavors,
they had so many. The first one I chose was banana with
caramel. That was an easy choice -I love caramel, and the
banana is delicious reminding me of real banana flavor. The
next one was called frambuesa, some kind of brassberry, very
sweet and with little chops of the real fruit. The last one
was a brave struggle between the wonderful lemon cream and
the omnipotent American cream. At last I chose the cream
flan, which beat the other two by a nose, and asked for a
chocolate icing on top of it all. when I ate the dish I felt
the tickling of my nerve
buds in my tongue , sending waves all over my body,shivering
down my spine, making me hot and melting.

I also felt like a cow after, but that's the polish
education.

After that experience, I had to visit the factory. I mean
, it must be heaven on earth, that place! .so I took the
bus to el bolson and started looking for hints for my
Garden of Eden. The first sign of resistance was at the
bus station. I asked the lady from "via briloche" the
bus company, where is the factory, and she didn't know
what I was talking about. "Ok." I thought, " Maybe she's
not from here" and went on with my quest, marching the
streets of el bolson. It's a butiful town, I noticed, nice
mountains serounding it, and a butiful lake, near by , but
the scenery wasn't so intersting, as I was on my sugar
rush.
I kept asking people on the street, stopping in stores, and

market stalls, getting nothing more than a quick gaze of
wonder, and then a decline accompanied with a nod.
I was getting really frustrated, and bummed , and the fact
that I didn't eat the whole day wasn't helping me. So
finally I decided to take a lunch break in some diner.
After I sat down and ate my meal, I decided to give it a
try on the Senora who waited on me , and asked her. She
smiled politely and said " oh, the ice cream factory? That
was closed here, long time ago". I smiled and thanked her,
got up and walked out of the diner.
I was furious! Over my friend , over this town, and above
all, over my stupid addiction to ice cream. I decided then
and there; I will have my revenge on the jauja company!
I took the bus back to briloche and went on looking for
the first sign of jauja. I was going down the quaglia St.
When I noticed a big jauja sign on a restaurant, and a huge

cone of ice cream walking on two , holding a large waffle
in his right hand, coming out of the restaurant. I ran
towards him and snatched his waffle, my mind full of crazy
thoughts.
I started slamming the mascot with his own waffle, shouting

" here you go, you shit head, this is what you get for
messing with me! Fuck jauja!!!" when I suddenly noticed
the waiters of the restaurant were all gazing at me ,
laughing their heart out. " What are you laughing at?" I
asked them enraged even more now. "Oh, we were laughing at
the poor dell turista guy you were biting to death here"
they pointed out at the poor mascot lying on the ground. I
looked down embaraced and I saw the little dell turista sign

on his butt.

I said half amazed, half crazy, "how is it possible? This
is jauja! Isn't it? What is he doing here?!" I demanded.
"this is jauja" they laughed," the meat restaurant, he was
eating his lunch..."