One of my most favourite, most wonderful, happy-making things to do...is ride the ferry boat.
It's been the same routine since I was a little girl.
As soon as I'm on the boat I run up the stairs, throw open the heavy doors, race to the back of the boat and watch as we pull away from the dock. Because I have to see the daiquiri ice!
Allow me to explain...when I was little I was allergic to ice cream, but I could have sherbets and ices, so when my mother would take me to Baskin Robbins, I always ordered Daiquiri Ice. It was my favourite.
It was when I was about 6 or 7 years old that I looked at the water churned up by the boat pulling away, and exclaimed to my mother "Mama! look! it's like Daiquiri Ice!"
And it just stuck.
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The second part of my ferry boat routine, once we've pulled away from the dock and the boat is done churning up all that lovely sea-foamy water, I high-tail it to the other end of the boat and stand at the front with the wind whipping past my ears until the cold makes me crawl back inside.
