Thanksgiving!

So we eat early here, and my Thanksgiving dinner's already over. It was just me, Mom, Dad, and Titi Feli, so it was nice and small and quiet. We had a fairly standard spread: turkey, stuffing, cranberry sauce, macaroni and cheese, candied yams (my personal favorite), some steamed vegetables, and dinner rolls. There was pie and ice cream, cider and soda and wine.

My parents and Titi Feli were talking about how they hadn't seen their pastor since she "got back from Africa."

"Where did she go?" I asked.
"Canada," said Titi Feli.
"That's not in Africa." Laughter.
"She went to Tanzania. There's a big Lutheran church there," from Dad.
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah, Tanzania was a German colony once."
"GET OUT, I thought it was just Britain and France and Belgium* in Africa."
"No, Germany had a couple of African colonies."

MY MIND WAS KINDA BLOWN so I took out my phone and looked it up. I didn't realize German African colonies were a thing, and I kept reading the article, pointing out all the place aloud. But... German colonies in the Pacific? That's a little hard to believe. Wait, German colonies in the Caribbean?! OKAY WIKI YOU HAD YOUR FUN but now I know you're just fucking with me. That... can't be real. I refuse.

*I used to think it was just Britain and France and they had the continent split between them, but I remember that time in writing class when I discovered that wasn't the case. XD

From there, a lot of the conversation was places we've been to and places we want to go to. Mom mentioned Brazil, and I was like sldkjflskj LET'S GO! Dad reminded us we'd have to learn Portuguese and without missing a beat, I responded with (a horribly accented) "Mas eu falo português!" DAMN I'M GOOD. *shines nails on shirt* (That's almost the full extent of my Portuguese, though.) thanks luci

And Spanglish everywhere, oh my gosh. It all started with Mom's "Pásame el... the little bread," and I died. From there on, every time Mom or Titi Feli spoke Spanglish, we'd just fall out into laughter. Mom told the story of how she did this at work once: her boss asked her to translate something for the people who didn't speak English so well, and she switched mid-phrase and kept right on going in English! This, my friends, is why I don't speak Spanish.

But it was the most peaceful Thanksgiving I can remember, so I'm thankful for that, which is nice and meta, I guess. A+. So now I'm just chillin' and digesting and quite happy. Gotta throw my pillows in the dryer to fluff them (I think that's been the cause of my headaches the past couple of days: I wake up feeling like I slept on a ROCK), but that's about it. Hope your Thanksgivings were as chill (or just happy) as mine, or that you, unlike Mr. Dent, have got the hang of Thursdays.