Firstly let me clarify I am English, writing about Thanksgiving, whilst living in Kazakhstan.  Secondly let me tell you it was marvelous!  Not cosy or intimate because it wasn’t.  We were sitting in a cavernous school gym, but the surroundings were oh so familiar so perhaps that counts.   The tables were attractively decorated with time and aforethought. Thirdly there was no family, but then nobody has family here.  Being an ex-pat your good friends become your family, and so very very quickly.

For all of this and so much more I am thankful.