This year Thanksgiving fell on Saturday, December 8th. It was Brooke’s last night in the village before returning to the States for two months. It seemed fitting.

We gathered the troops, loaded up the Prado eight or so deep and ventured into town on a mission to find a saycoco (turkey). Like anything else here, it was an adventure that lead us all around town.

Dinner didn’t differ much from other family dinners. Food went fast and we each went around in a circle expressing gratitude and saying what we are thankful for. For many this was their first time eating turkey.

Gratitude is an art of painting an adversity into a lovely picture.

~Kak Sri

With Love & Gratitude,

Steph