So yesterday I celebrated my first ever Thanksgivings Day. The US volunteers were very keen to celebrate it in the appropiate manner. Rather naively I never realised what a big deal it is for the Americans...
So the three American volunteers and I spent the day in Santa Cruz city along with the director Madre Rosario. We ate some empanadas, did some shopping, had lunch and then chilled out at the house of the Madre's brother in Santa Cruz. I had a nap in a hammock for at least an hour and a half, and then watched Shrek 3 in Spanish. Then Thanksgiving dinner was the traditional Bolivian snacks of cuñapé, empanada (de pollo y queso), masaco de plátano and masaco de yuca served with lashing of Fanta and Coca Cola. Apparently this isn't the standard Thanksgiving grub in the US, but still I enjoyed it...
As luck would have it, the same taxi driver who had taken us to Santa Cruz from Montero in the morning also picked us up to take us home in the evening. The Madre got chatting to him on the way back (it turns out they had met before a few years ago) and he was soon telling us all about his job, his wife, kids, etc. He even invited us on a tour of his house when we got back to Montero. Before I knew it, the Madre and I were being introduced to his wife, his three kids, I was handed a glass of soda and the taxi driver was proudly showing us round his garden of fruit trees. A very friendly family, though an unexpectedly strange end to the day..!
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