If someone told me that there was a yellow VW bus packed to bursting with chocolate candies of every kind . . . a bus carrying so much chocolate that it couldn't all fit inside and some of it had to be stashed on the roof . . . that once the door opened, the chocolate would spill forth like the tide washing up on the sand . . . I'd say it sounded like a child's fantasy, a dream.
Just after we passed, a box of chocolate cookies tumbled from the roof and a few fugitive packets rolled carefree downhill toward the sea.