This is me in 2007. Solo trip around the Southern Hemisphere. I had been traveling about a month at this point and found myself at odds of how to spend Thanksgiving. It is a holiday that I attempt to celebrate annually. I like the idea of being thankful and enjoying food with family, friends or a combination of the two. And somehow, I have managed to work in places that agree with me that you should celebrate with family and friends. For the most part. There are exceptions. Last year, for example, I worked every holiday. It was part of working at the establishment. No exceptions.I went wine tasting on Thanksgiving near Blenheim, New Zealand. I arranged a bed and breakfast for a few nights and treated myself to flash packing as opposed to back packing. I didn't want to stay in a hostel for the few days around the holiday. The bed and breakfast had a bike I could borrow and so I toured the vineyards. It was awesome. Gorgeous day and ample wine. For dinner, I found a pub where I thought I would be able to eat mashed potatoes or bangers and mash. An English pub that would offer traditional fare. I had nachos for dinner. Unconventional and delicious.
While in Phoenix, I always spent the holidays with my friend, Lisa. She always had amazing wine choices and catered the majority of the meal from an upscale market. Cut down on a lot of the b.s. associated with the holiday. There was always ample mimosas, burgundy, tokai and conversation. I had a great photo of me and the Mini from my stint in Phoenix, somewhere on my phone. I headed over to co-workers, post-Lisa's, one year and met up with Kristina. I think that was the beginning of our friendship and understanding that we both love, love, love travel.
As noted earlier, I worked last year. Although, we were treated to a lunch to kick off the shift which was lovely. It didn't hold. I was starving after the ten + hour shift and there was nowhere to sate my needs. Everything shuts down early in Santa Fe. I think I had chips and salsa for supper.
This year, I will head to my aunt's house for a wonderful meal. I have spent several thanksgivings with her family. I have wine and cheese to contribute. Afterwards, I might stop by Tiffany's for some brunello before picking Maghan up from the airport. I have a few sides to prepare for his dinner. And wine. Lots of wine to inspire him liking the roasted cauliflower and haricot vert.
However you choose to celebrate--with family, friends, combination of the two--take the time to enjoy the moment and create a memory. In spite of the disaster of my Colorado Springs trip due to the guy, I still remember enjoying meeting Morgan, my run at the state park and even dinner with the guy. I had a phenomenal meal. He would have been happy with kraft mac and cheese. It's not like I didn't recognize that his food choices were far more simple than mine as I experienced at a few meals prior to us committing to the thanksgiving trip. He had this way of holding the fork which was interesting, too. I should have seen the red flags and run. Not treated him to a holiday with me. Oh well, it's still a memory.
Today, I am thankful for being home in Denver. It took me a while to identify where home is....but I am exactly where I am supposed to be. Happy Holidays!