This year the weather was bad, it rained pretty much all day long so we set off from home with boots and umbrellas.
We made a special order at the fruit and veg store of 8 sweet potatoes, but they misunderstood and we ended up with 8 kilos of sweet potatoes. I'd quite happily eat sweet potatoes every day, especially if they were always cooked with maple syrup and cinnamon.
I noticed how colourful the bougainvillea was as we walked into town.
Lisa made pumpkin pie and I made an apple and blueberry crumble. I decided to bring a dash of Englishness to the dinner by bringing along a tub of Birds Custard Powder (crumble and custard-yum), which was fun because nobody knew what it was apart from one Italian lady who had lived for years in England and was horrified that I didn't make it from scratch.
Every year there is a Thanksgiving quirk, some little thing that is a bit 'different'.
One year Frank served up mounds of spaghetti before the turkey and then everyone was too stuffed to eat. Last year there was a huge beach umbrella open in the kitchen and we never found out why. This year Frank insisted on turning all the lights out and lighting only 2 candles, so we ate in the dark.
Sometimes it can be sad not having family around in the country you live in, but then again, on days like these you realize that other little families are created with friends and traditions and there is a lot to be thankful for.