Irrespective of how happy an immigrant might be with the decision to emigrate, she or he will miss a food or a drink that s/he grew up with and cannot find in the new country.
My Argentinean friend Mafalda missed many things: dulce de leche (a yucky dessert that sticks to my teeth), Fernet (a type of alcohol that smells and tastes like cough syrup), Argentinean meat, and, most of all, something called Sooepis.
“Oh, how I miss Sooepis!” she would sigh. “It’s my most favorite drink in the world. So tasty and refreshing! I’ve asked in every store I’ve been to here in Canada but nobody carries it.”
Once, Mafalda and I were on a long flight to Spain. The talkative Mafalda was yet again waxing nostalgic about her favorite beverage.
“I’m afraid of flying, it stresses me out,” she shared. “Now would be a perfect time to have some gin and Sooepis. Oh, I haven’t had Soeepis in forever, and gin doesn’t taste right without it.”
At this point, I knew I needed to do something to avoid hearing Mafalda’s recitation of Sooepis-related memories for the entire 8 hours the flight was going to last. I got up from my seat and went to talk with the flight attendant. Two minutes later, I came back and handed Mafalda a can.
“Is this what you wanted?” I asked.
Mafalda’s face lit up.
“Oh, Sooepis! Oh, I haven’t seen it in so long! This is a miracle! How did you manage to find it?” she exclaimed, clutching a can of Schweppes.