Today is Thanksgiving, and my first instinct was to ignore it. Then, my parents visited and the Piersons sent the Charlie Brown’s Thanksgiving book. Thom and Vinnie started to get depressed about missing the holiday.
I remembered the restaurant my September German class visited raised turkeys. I couldn’t deliver pumpkin pie, but we could find some turkey!
The weather was supposed to be beautiful, and Errol okay’d the plan. The kids didn’t stay for lunch at school, and we took a 25-minute train ride to the village Ihrigen. The restaurant was another 2K hike from the train station.
It took longer than expected, but we made it. The food was great, and the three littles enjoyed climbing up the side of a mountain at the restaurant’s play space.
Unfortunately, we missed our train back to Freiburg by about thirty seconds. Lee and I could have boarded, but the rest of the group was about half of a block behind. The trains come every 30 minutes, and missing the 4.13 meant Thom missing soccer.
Missing that train got me down. I may have said that today was the worst Thanksgiving ever. These days of managing the family schedule, constantly breaking up squabbles, while navigating a new country in a language I don’t understand, are hard days. Today was another hard day that happened to be Thanksgiving in America.