Happy Holidays
Mr B and I decided to combine two great American traditions and celebrated Thanksgiving by going on a road trip. We planned to be on the road for 8 hours, a long time for people who have to stay overnight if they travel for more than two hours. We got off to a bad start, Mr B drank too much Pibb meaning that we had to stop in every rest area in Georgia.
We eventually arrived at our cabin in the Smoky Mountains and it was gorgeous. I was so excited just to see a lumpy landscape again for the first time in months. Americans are so incredibly lucky to have such variety in their country. We spent the night just cuddled up watching some TV. I loved all the Thanksgiving specials and I was relieved to learn that Black Friday marks the start of the sales and not some financial crisis like Black Wednesday did in the UK.
Our actual thanksgiving dinner consisted of a pre-cooked supermarket chicken which we ate with a Swiss army knife and some plastic spoons as the only cooking equipment in our cabin was a microwave. However catering aside, the trip was very enjoyable. We did lots of hiking while discussing things that were completely irrelevant to anyone else, it was perfect. One evening we went into the town just down the road from our cabin and stood in the cold admiring the festive lights. The holiday season in small town America is at the top of my Favourite Things list. I was so filled with Christmas spirit that I thought I was going to burst.
For five days we were completely out of contact from people. Our cell phones didn’t work and we had no internet access, but I knew that people could get hold of us if they really wanted. I am a bit of a control freak and a worrier but found it much more relaxing than I thought I would. That was until we got our cell phone reception back on the drive home and I realized that I had seven messages from our cat sitter. For two and a half days she had been trying to get into the wrong house.
We eventually arrived at our cabin in the Smoky Mountains and it was gorgeous. I was so excited just to see a lumpy landscape again for the first time in months. Americans are so incredibly lucky to have such variety in their country. We spent the night just cuddled up watching some TV. I loved all the Thanksgiving specials and I was relieved to learn that Black Friday marks the start of the sales and not some financial crisis like Black Wednesday did in the UK.
Our actual thanksgiving dinner consisted of a pre-cooked supermarket chicken which we ate with a Swiss army knife and some plastic spoons as the only cooking equipment in our cabin was a microwave. However catering aside, the trip was very enjoyable. We did lots of hiking while discussing things that were completely irrelevant to anyone else, it was perfect. One evening we went into the town just down the road from our cabin and stood in the cold admiring the festive lights. The holiday season in small town America is at the top of my Favourite Things list. I was so filled with Christmas spirit that I thought I was going to burst.
For five days we were completely out of contact from people. Our cell phones didn’t work and we had no internet access, but I knew that people could get hold of us if they really wanted. I am a bit of a control freak and a worrier but found it much more relaxing than I thought I would. That was until we got our cell phone reception back on the drive home and I realized that I had seven messages from our cat sitter. For two and a half days she had been trying to get into the wrong house.