Not to worry....
Derek and I had a great thanksgiving. On the actual day of thanks we went to, guess it, Bingelela and then to a Christmas pageant in the mountains. On Friday though, we were invited by an American couple we meet awhile back to a big traditional thanksgiving at their friend's farm. There were about eight Americans and more than 20 Africans, but it really felt like home. All the traditional food was there (Turkey, but also Lamb and Venison, with all the delicious side dishes we had been hoping for) and we even read Obama's Thanksgiving Address out-loud. It made me proud to be an American and thankful for all our blessings.
