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But I digress.
Barely a week before Thanksgiving I thought: "Hey. Wouldn't it be a great idea to invite
And it was great, but not always easy. Especially finding all the traditional Thanksgiving fixings. I took care of the desserts and meat (and a few random things like green beans and baked brie) which overall wasn't too bad finding most of the foods. I had some serious difficulty acquiring ingredients for the pumpkin pie and cranberries though. Luckily Madrid is a huge city and has plenty of American stores and managed to snag the last can of cranberry sauce in the store near my house. (Muahahaha) And on the subject of the meat... I honestly gave up entirely on a huge roasted turkey and settled for a close-enough roasted chicken and turkey filets (with a delicious vinegar reduction sauce I might add).
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And even though it was great, it was (for lack of a better word) different. It was the first time I was away from my family for the holiday, the first time I was in charge of the meat, the first time I independently hosted it, and the first time celebrating in a place where Thanksgiving doesn't exist. As an American abroad, not only are you missing the family and traditions you grew up with but you realize exactly how foreign you, and your culture, are.
But most importantly celebrating a holiday like Thanksgiving abroad reminds you why it was so special in the first place. Too often we're so used to how things have always been done that we just go through the motions. Celebrating, and teaching about, Thanksgiving here reminded me why I love this holiday and why this holiday is so important to us: to celebrate all the things we have to be thankful for. And living abroad here in Madrid, how can I not be thankful for this experience and for all the great people I've met so far along the way. An experience like this comes once in a lifetime and I'm truly grateful for everything, the good and the bad, that comes from living in a new country.
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And just to everybody else to be thankful, I'll leave you all with an adorable anecdote of teaching my students about Thanksgiving.
On the actual day of Thanksgiving I helped teach the children about the history of the holiday and what it means "to be thankful." In one of my first grade classes they got to thank each other for the nice things they do and many of them also wanted to thank me: "Thank you for loving me, thank you for helping me, and thank you for being in my class." THEN when some of my fourth graders realized that I wouldn't be able to celebrate with my family they told me they were sorry, gave me hugs, and wished me a Happy Thanksgiving anyway. Leave it to a bunch of sweet Spanish students to remind me of the meaning of Thanksgiving.
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