![]() And many of the traditions are similar, if not exactly the same. Obviously they celebrate Christmas here in Spain. ![]() Now Christmas … that’s a whole other ball of wax. ![]() My partner Joan and I have adopted a Thanksgiving policy of caipirinhas and fajitas at my favorite Mexican spot in Barcelona, and I’m pretty content with that, plus a little family Skype time where I can eye the stuffing and apple pie. Not exactly a football fan (though I have since developed a fondness for the Barcelona futbol team, but that’s another story entirely…) not precisely a big fan of turkey either and certainly not a fan of the genocide of millions of indigenous people, which Thanksgiving kinda sorta celebrates in a roundabout way. This wasn’t such a big deal to me, as it turns out. However, as much as I may have obsessed, I never gave even one thought to something that later proved as much a cultural shift as anything … The holidays.So obviously Thanksgiving in Spain is a non-starter. I definitely was not deterred by these inner voices, but I can’t deny they existed. ![]() I suppose any time you do something that involves serious change, your brain sort of throws up roadblocks … subconscious anxiety that varies in legitimacy. ![]() When you move to a foreign country as a full-blown adult, as I did, there are a lot of things that run through your mind in the weeks beforehand. ![]()
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