Last summer, Marcus and I started walking to the local Dairy Queen probably once a week for ice cream.
Since the shop itself is just a little over a mile away from our house, it’s really the perfect activity because the whole adventure lasts an hour from start to finish and we walk just enough that it is a no guilt ice cream treat!
It sort of reminds me of when I was a little pup, these after dinner treat-walks. You see, the house we live in now is a mile or so from the house I lived in until the age of four. And on the evenings when the weather was good, back in 1990 (AKA The Day), Dad used to take Billy and I on walks to the PDQ gas station next to the Dairy Queen to get free cookies. I would get an M&M cookie and it was just so excellent.
Well, the PDQ gas station is now a BP and there are no cookies in sight, only cookie dough.
Even though we walked and ate gelato all throughout Italy, this was our first (American) ice cream walk of the season. It might have been just a bit brusque with the wind and the sun setting behind the trees, but we couldn’t be contained any longer.