Happy (belated) Thanksgiving

This past week was a bit tough emotionally, for everyone here I think. Work is piling up on us, and we weren’t going home for Thanksgiving. Good thing is, we all realized the reasons for our grouchiness so we were pretty quick to forgive when tensions rose. Anyway, on Thanksgiving Day I got to talk to my mom on the phone, which definitely helped. But I was just weirded out that this was the first Thanksgiving since moving to the States that my family wasn’t together celebrating. In fact, everyone was pretty spread out. My dad and Rodrigo were in Germany, my mom and Alvar in P-town, and I in Spain. Alas, I wanted to do something, even if it was small, to celebrate. So a group of friends and I decided to go out to dinner to an American-style restaurant. So I call my host mom to let her know I wouldn’t be home for dinner and she was like (translated) “What are you saying?! But I’ve prepared an entire Thanksgiving meal for you! I just put the turkey in the oven and we’re using the placemats you gave us!” Yes, everything needs to be in exclamation points because everything was at a very high pitch lol. It was so nice, I got to the house and we had Thanksgiving together. And just to keep it Spanish (because God forbid we should skip eating some kind of pig meat), the turkey, that looked so beautiful on the outside, was STUFFED with pig meat. Ahh! It was really thoughtful though, and I appreciated it so much. So yeah, there are always a million reasons to give thanks, and Thursday night was an added bonus.