Mollie Vive en España: Parte 3, Thanksgiving

So, I know I've been really terrible at updating this blog, but I've been pretty busy with adventuring (a post on that is on its way) and doing homework.

ISA took us all to a restaurant for Thanksgiving dinner. The Spanish interpretation of Classic American Thanksgiving was very interesting for everyone, even taking into account the fact that our families all have different traditions and dishes.

Let's begin:

 Our table. Three mystery liquids and wine... Some people said it was good wine, some said it was terrible but got better the more they drank. I wouldn't know. Wine without fruit juice in it is just bad Sangria to me. :P (I say that like I drink Sangria all the time... I really don't...)

 The serving table. Everything here looks decent, right?

 My plate. I took a little of everything. Which means, clockwise from 6 o'clock: turkey breast with gravy, "puree de patatas" or potato milkshake, something sort of like applesauce, (in the center) pumpkin liquid (which once I realized it was basically baby food I couldn't eat it, or any of the liquid things), some sort of chestnut loaf that had the texture of mushrooms and possibly a worse flavor, peas/corn/carrots that weren't bad, but by the time I got to them they were really cold, aaaand "stuffing" which I figured out was mincemeat (like Molly Weasley would make pie from) and because it was inside the bird, it was half raw.....

Dessert. A custard pie with apples and a rum or bourbon caramel sauce. Probably the best part of the meal.

Since it’s Thanksgiving, I feel I should note that I am thankful for every opportunity that I’ve had this year and for every single person that I’ve met through my adventures in DC and Spain. I am also thankful for my friends and family who have supported me during the more challenging times I’ve faced during this year.