The ice cream was sold at the only place in town where you could seat and enjoy your ice cream properly. My dad used to take me there for an ice cream date. The cafe was actually a small terrace of a house by the street with only a few tables and chairs.
We would nible our ice creams while engaged in a daughter-father conversation, kinda girl talks (yes I have my first experience of a proper girl talk with him!). I would tell my Dad everything, from the killer teacher, annoying chick friends, to the most handsome boy at school I had a huge crush on...and he used to tell me how to make that guy noticed me, that I had existed in his universe hahaha...My dad is the best love & life adviser, awww....I miss him loads!
