While all of you were feasting on turkey, cranberry sauce, stuffing, and pumpkin pie, and taking your post-feast naps, we were taking an exam for one of our classes. It was strange that no body was at work or school in the States, and everyone had statuses relating to Thanksgiving day, while we continued with everyday life. It’s obvious that Mexico does not celebrate Thanksgiving, as the Pilgrims did not first settle in Mexico, but it was odd to miss a major holiday nonetheless. We knew that we wanted to celebrate Thanksgiving and have our own feast, but since it is near impossible to find a turkey in Mexico, and since the preparation seemed like more than we really wanted to take on, we decided we would have an Italian Thanksgiving dinner.
So, after dance class, we attempted to take a taxi to an Italian restaurant in Cholula that our cooking teacher had recommended to us. However, there are two different parts of Cholula, and we told the taxi driver the wrong one, so after a 45 minute taxi ride, which is really about a 10 minute ride, we arrived at the restaurant to find a sign on the door that said they owners were on vacation and wouldn’t return until December 2nd. So, back to the other part of Cholula we went and found another Italian restaurant in the Zocalo area. We all ate way too much pizza, salad, and pasta, but it was excused since we were celebrating Thanksgiving. After spending far too long at the restaurant, we went to the bar/club area of Cholula and went to a club called Ming. We had a great time dancing and making new friends, but not exactly your typical Thanksgiving evening!
Pictures from our Thanksgiving dinner are at the end of this album:
I love you, and I love reading your blog. And I think it's funny that you ate Italian for Thanksgiving because last year in England we had Thanksgiving at an Italian restaurant.
ReplyDeleteI pretty much just thought you'd enjoy a comment on your blog.
ANNNDDD...I can't wait till you come home!!!
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