It doesn't exist! Last year we celebrated Thanksgiving with some new friends, the Knierems, and I was one of the few Americans there. My wife is German. The others were either British or Australian and they're comments were mostly, "This is my first Thanksgiving!" or "So this is what Thanksgiving is like!" or "So what do you really do on Thanksgiving?", or "Really? After eating turkey you let the women clean up while the guys watch football?" Yep! And that's American Football for the rest of you in the world!
This year it's even worse! No celebration. We're still friends with the Knierems, I'm taking my son Lars, in fact, with Mr. Knierem, Misha (no one wants to be called Mr.) and his son, Ethan, to a camping retreat center in only an hour or so. We'll leave right after I do the typical Friday night thing of stopping by McDonalds on my way home from work to buy dinner for the kids! And they never forget to remind me, I always get a call during the day from Maja, my 6-year old, "Dad, it's McDonalds night!" It's the second night of the week that our domestic helper, Millet, from the Phillipines, doesn't have to cook for us. Sundays are her day off!
So happy Thanksgiving to those of you celebrating. I'm going camping!
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