Thanksgiving

It was a good day. I taught a really nice yoga class in the morning, then went to a party at the high school. This party had nothing to do with Thanksgiving, obviously, because the Costa Ricans don't honor the genocide of their aborigines on the same day as we do. The high school just opened a resteraunt that they will use to generate revenue in order to continue improving the school. Our hotel is going to start sending tourists there, and then they can go on a tour of the high school, which has a really great agricultural program. They fed us at the new restaurant, after a longwinded presentation of speeches, dances, singing, and traditional dances.

Later that afternoon, we had a gratitude ceremony in the studio, with Kenny translating everything into Spanish. Then our guests came, other expat friends of Jill and Bob. Really nice aging hippies, every last one. Dinner was very delicious, my favorite thing being the green bean casserole. The one dissapointment was the stuffing- not even close to as good as my grandmother's. Pamela played her Lakota love flute, which was very nice.

I keep thinking about Home Alone, and how the kid doesn't want to go south for the holidays because you can't have a palm Christmas tree. It feels a little like that. But I'm heading to the beach now. Which a story for another day.