Today I am lapping up my first ever American Thanksgiving, in Richmond, Virginia-- complete with watching Macy's parade and a national dog show on TV (I think that latter is the most brilliant and unexpected tradition imaginable), and a turkey, cranberry sauce and other delicious seasonal things sending out enticing aromas from the cooker.
Later we are going to watch The Way, Way Back and I'll see if Michelle loves it as much as I did. (We already watched You've Got Mail, which I utterly adored, and Kate and Leopold and My Big Fat Greek Wedding, which I also liked, though not quite as much.)
I've been to America a few times now and the more I see of it, the deeper I fall in love it. Admittedly I've only seen a small corner of it.
(Incidentally, my ridiculously protracted flight here passed over Greenland-- the pilot alerted us to look out the window and see the snowy, mountainous terrain beneath. He also told us he had switched to a route that pilots used to fly from Europe to America during World War Two.)
Christians hope to spend all eternity saying "Thank you" to God. And the moments when we are most happy are the ones when we are most thankful. This is a good festival, in a great country. Happy Thanksgiving!