So you have a day were you are thankful and because of it…you each too much food?
*Ana and Enzo (The Italians to whom I tried to explain Thanksgiving)*
Thanksgiving was a little different this year. I tried not to act like I was completely upset that I wasn’t celebrating it with my family who slaves away for days on end to throw down our food in thirty minutes in order to catch the next showing of whatever cheesy holiday movie we wish to see.
And so, sticking with my new Italian traditions, I woke up and went to Hermes to journal. I cheered myself up by having a funny conversation about what thanksgiving is with the owner and his daughter. They understood that it was some “festa” at which we eat a lot.
After this explanation and some journaling about what I am grateful for, I was pretty cheery. I dressed up a bit and met the rest of the students in the dinning hall, which had been decorated to celebrate the holiday. The Italian cooks did their best to recreate the thanksgiving meal, but unfortunately they fell quite a bit short. Just about the only thing they got right was turkey and mash potatoes. The other options were peas and a salad. I don’t know anyone who eats peas and salad for thanksgiving. For desert we had what I like to call apple pie cheesecake. It seemed like the ladies could only make one pie/cake so not able to choose between apple pie or cheesecake they simply made a cheescake and slapped apples and some crust on top. But everything tasted pretty good so it was fine.
We spent most of the afternoon watching movies and chilling. At midnight we went up to the bar and had our own midnight yell in preperation for the A&M v. T.U. game. Since we couldn’t be at the actual midnight yell we improvised: Eric and Dyer were yell leaders and did a great job. They even told pretty good stories about Ol’ Rock and the T-sip in Italia. We loved it. A few curious Italians came out of the bar to stare at us and our odd “cult like” traditions. But we didn’t care…we all bleed maroon even if we are in a different country.
