Holidays.
I love them.
Another excuse to get together with friends and to eat something new or something traditional.
Living around expatriates in a foreign country provides an even larger collection of holidays.
American holidays. Mexican holidays. English holidays.
But today is Canadian holidays. Or, rather, a Canadian holiday. A big one. Canadian Thanksgiving.
Americans were Johnny-come-latelies to the Thanksgiving Day game.
Canada's first Thanksgiving was in 1578. Martin Frobisher managed to return safely from a failed search for the Northwest Passage. This was not a celebration of a great harvest. It was simply a giving of thanks to God for allowing Frobisher to return home without becoming another starter package for icebergs.
On Sunday evening, a large portion of the expatriate community and some of our Mexican neighbors got together at Ricky's to stuff ourselves with turkey and pumpkin pie while visiting with new acquaintances and saying good-bye to at least one old friend.
And this gives me an opportunity to take a quick look over this little adventure of mine. I am truly thankful that I have had the opportunity to live by the sea in Mexico for the past six months. I did not think everything would be perfect. And I was correct.
But in the past few weeks, I have made some very good acquaintances at church and in the community. The one element that was beginning to concern me is no longer a problem.
And I am thankful that I may have a lead on a house that will resolve my living needs for the next five months in Melaque. I will keep you posted.
The best thing is that I will be able to be thankful all over again in just another six weeks when we celebrate American Thanksgiving. And, this time, I will get to help with the cooking.
I love them.
Another excuse to get together with friends and to eat something new or something traditional.
Living around expatriates in a foreign country provides an even larger collection of holidays.
American holidays. Mexican holidays. English holidays.
But today is Canadian holidays. Or, rather, a Canadian holiday. A big one. Canadian Thanksgiving.
Americans were Johnny-come-latelies to the Thanksgiving Day game.
Canada's first Thanksgiving was in 1578. Martin Frobisher managed to return safely from a failed search for the Northwest Passage. This was not a celebration of a great harvest. It was simply a giving of thanks to God for allowing Frobisher to return home without becoming another starter package for icebergs.
On Sunday evening, a large portion of the expatriate community and some of our Mexican neighbors got together at Ricky's to stuff ourselves with turkey and pumpkin pie while visiting with new acquaintances and saying good-bye to at least one old friend.
And this gives me an opportunity to take a quick look over this little adventure of mine. I am truly thankful that I have had the opportunity to live by the sea in Mexico for the past six months. I did not think everything would be perfect. And I was correct.
But in the past few weeks, I have made some very good acquaintances at church and in the community. The one element that was beginning to concern me is no longer a problem.
And I am thankful that I may have a lead on a house that will resolve my living needs for the next five months in Melaque. I will keep you posted.
The best thing is that I will be able to be thankful all over again in just another six weeks when we celebrate American Thanksgiving. And, this time, I will get to help with the cooking.
