Thanksgiving in Ecuador just isn't the same. 70 degrees, no brown leaves and no football. That said, we were fortunate to be surrounded by folks who helped us to celebrate here and thus ease the missing of family and friends.
Oddly enough, our school takes great pride in celebrating Thanksgiving and telling the story of how the holiday came about in America. The big emphasis being the "thanks" part but they are also thus exposed to more American culture. The atrium at the school was carefully decorated for the event and the administrators hosted a nice story telling assembly including a short story read by Ben in not so dynamic fashion. (Sara was supposed to do it but had a last minute meeting.)
As soon as we finished school, we piled into a cab with some other gringo friends and headed out to a big feast hosted by an ex-pat friend that works at the University here. She and her husband have an amazing farm/propert/school at the very end of a green forested canyon here. Quite an amazing place. They also operate a small private school which focuses on experiential learning and Waldorf type stuff. Very cool.
Anyhow, we worked as a group to prepare a nice big traditional feast for about 20 people. A nice mix of ex-pats, short timers and Ecuadorians. We had all of the traditional fixings including cranberries which someone lugged all the way down from the US.
By 8:30 we were all fading fast so we piled in with some new friends and came back home to collapse. The tryptophan works the same down here in case you were wondering. I'm still unsure if the toilet bowl flushes in the same direction.
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