Being that Thanksgiving is a holiday unique to America on the third Thursday of November, we knew we would be working, obviously. We knew that we would be imagining our family together without us, eating food we didn't think would exist once we boarded the plane in San Francisco. We expected to be homesick.
Thursday went on as usual, it didn't feel like Thanksgiving, there was no Thanksgiving talk at school among the American teachers, and we weren't even sad. We taught, we worked, we planned for next week. That's because it wasn't Thanksgiving yet. It wasn't Thanksgiving until Friday morning here due to the time difference. We made some calls as the sun rose and we were getting ready for work. The holiday thrill was in the voices we heard and the smiles we saw. Then the hint of sadness crept in. Dang it. Not so easy after all. As we arrived to school, we said "Happy Thanksgiving" to the American teachers around us, a few held back tears. Heather shed a couple tears. But as the day wore on, we remembered all that we have to be THANKFUL for. We are happy and healthy, surrounded by friends and family near and far. We are living the life that we dreamt of.
Fast forward to today, the Saturday after Thanksgiving. Today is Thanksgiving for us! Adam is cooking in the kitchen as I write this, we have friends coming over to join us for a glass of wine before we leave to a Thanksgiving feast being hosted by other teachers at the school. While there are less than 15 Americans at the school, we will be celebrating with 30+ people from around the world. And regardless of our similarities and differences, we are all Thankful and that is really what it's all about.
Love, the Domenico's
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