Another year as an ex-pat sees another attempt at trying to educate the Brits (and whoever else is around) about what Thanksgiving means. Nick, the Frenchman, has once again proven that he is tremendously thankful for being my friend, and is sad that he only has the chance to show it once a year by devouring every scrap of turkey within arms reach. Christian was his usual dashing self, apart from the tiredness from days of rowing. Kathleen was in true form with her sweet potatoes, and I might add that Doris said the gravy gets better every year. See the pictures here.
November 2005
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