The quest has ended

Coming to Africa meant giving up a few things. Air conditioning, cherry limeades, and sweet, sweet pork. This area of Africa is Muslim, and because of this, there is no pork to be found. Or so we thought. This is until we went to a different butcher in a different part of the city. We looked in the meat case for our usual. Sliced turkey, some ground beef, and maybe some chicken. But then, we saw it....BACON!! Not just any bacon; thick, hearty bacon. At first we were in disbelief. "Surely this can't be bacon," we said to ourselves. Yet, our doubts were erased when the butcher, in perfect english says, "So you want some bacon?" Before we could answer, the butcher pointed out some pork chops and said, "there will be pork sausage ready this afternoon if you want it." Tears began to weal up in our eyes. The sun split the clouds, and the beautiful music began to play. The quest for pork has ended. The quest has ended well.