Thanksgiving

It’s very strange to be away for a major holiday, especially when that country doesn’t celebrate it. At home it would be a shortened week and everybody would make the trek back to their hometowns. Here we had to negotiate with our teacher to get out of class and take a trip to Siena, where we enjoyed a delicious meal of pasta, which just isn’t the same. No turkey, no pie, no football and no White Christmas viewing, this just wasn’t Thanksgiving. But I made it through the day with the comforting knowledge that I’d be home in two weeks and can have a T-giving redo, black Friday and all.