Second Hand Thanksgiving

Today was the second day I woke up to gray skies and wet ground. That almost never happens in Sevilla. It was also the second day I ditched class. All for the best however, I've never once gone to school on Thanksgiving, and well I just don't think it's appropriate to start at 21. I suppose I already celebrated. As most know I had about 13 people over for a thanksgiving celebration the past Saturday and it was really nice but it wasn't exactly Thanksgiving.

I've been in Sevilla for 2 months now. Renting an apartment for two months, buying groceries for two months, but not really living. For example, I don't have a single English book to read, I don't own a long sleeve shirt here, and I haven't been doing my homework. However, this morning I got through about 4 weeks of homework - mission partially accomplished. Then headed into town intending to price items (like books and clothing) that I would probably later buy at the outlet mall.

Instead when I arrived to lock my bike at Plaza Nueva there was a book fair. Therefore, I didn't have to go to the English section of the corporate book store after all. I found three books and am looking forward to reading them. One was given "to George with love" in Germany in 1953. Then I window shopped and wandered until I arrived in my favorite barrio of Sevilla. There I stumbled upon a second hand store. The best second hand store I've been into yet, it actually had clothes more than a decade old. It is also apart of an NGO project to raise funds for volunteers in Africa. I bought three awesome shirts that were certainly manufactured in the 70s and a sweater. Then I spent about 30 minutes speaking with the proprietor. He's from Cameron, speaks six languages and moved from London to Sevilla in August to open the store. I'm going back next week to volunteer. While I was speaking with him Syvlie (you are the best) called me to wish me a Happy Thanksgiving. My phone never rings, and even when you think you're all alone, you never are. I shortly left the store and I had a pleasant walk back to my bike and bike ride home. When I arrived home Raffa had pasta on and the three of us were able to eat together, that almost never happens. What a nice Thanksgiving dinner it was after all.

I had the best day. I have the best friends. I have awesome roommates and great plans. What a wonderful world to be thankful for.