Well, I can say now that I’ve spent my first holiday abroad. And more importantly, it was really nice! But was it like a traditional Thanksgiving? No. Perfect!
The first difference: no time. My Thursday classes start at eight and end at six, with a weird four hour long break in the middle which is usually spent with an espresso and Le Nouvel Obs. The second difference: no preparation. I remembered a few days ago that this Thursday was Thanksgiving. And I only decided the day of that I wanted to try and do something. With no oven.
The third difference: Fraaaance! Ah right, they don’t celebrate Thanksgiving here! Beyond the fact that I don’t eat turkey, neither do most French people, though they’ll gladly eat sliced ham at every meal. So it was time to improvise a bit.
Instead of turkey (or tofurky, as the last few years have featured), I had a nice salmon quiche. As a nod to a more traditional meal, there were potatoes and green beans, and leeks, which I’ve really been enjoying here. And for dessert, tarte aux pommes (because it’s almost apple pie!) and a chocolate cake. Oh, and cidre from Brittany! All enjoyed on the ugliest counter-top in all of France! Yes, I’m thankful.