Thanksgiving in Scotland!
Today, for the first time in my life, I was at school on Thanksgiving. It was kind of weird. Well, it should have been weird; it wasn't really.
The flat mates and I made Thanksgiving dinner complete with a turkey festive Thanksgiving chicken. The most impressive thing is, however, that for the first time in our 2 and 1/2 months of living here, we used NAPKINS and ate at the TABLE! It was good. We had Stove Top. And mashed potatoes. And mulled wine because it's funny.
Later, we went to Princes Street to the freshly-opened Christmas Festival thing where we rode the Ferris Wheel (scarier than it should have been, but magnificent view. And right next to the Scott Monument) and then the Merry-Go-Round. We intended to go clubbing, but by the time we returned to the flat to get ready, we were frozen and I for one, was not about to brave the cold again. We knew we had made the right decision when a gang of about 25 Americans stumbled drunkenly past the flat singing the national anthem.
I've never really been one for Thanksgiving, but I'm glad we celebrated (and that we ate a real meal, complete with vegetables!). I could have been missing my family, missing tradition, but I wasn't (is that wrong?). I was here, and I was glad to be. Life is good. I didn't even fail my French paper!
The flat mates and I made Thanksgiving dinner complete with a turkey festive Thanksgiving chicken. The most impressive thing is, however, that for the first time in our 2 and 1/2 months of living here, we used NAPKINS and ate at the TABLE! It was good. We had Stove Top. And mashed potatoes. And mulled wine because it's funny.
Later, we went to Princes Street to the freshly-opened Christmas Festival thing where we rode the Ferris Wheel (scarier than it should have been, but magnificent view. And right next to the Scott Monument) and then the Merry-Go-Round. We intended to go clubbing, but by the time we returned to the flat to get ready, we were frozen and I for one, was not about to brave the cold again. We knew we had made the right decision when a gang of about 25 Americans stumbled drunkenly past the flat singing the national anthem.
I've never really been one for Thanksgiving, but I'm glad we celebrated (and that we ate a real meal, complete with vegetables!). I could have been missing my family, missing tradition, but I wasn't (is that wrong?). I was here, and I was glad to be. Life is good. I didn't even fail my French paper!