Thanksgiving time

Thanksgiving love, Some wafting

Some whipping, Some fire making













Some talking of wine, Some Japanese dance from kids tv









Fuzzy duck or ducky fuzz. Better not mix that up.


When people from different countries come together to eat some Thanksgiving grub, unusual things happen. This game of fuzzy duck where we sit around the table with our only our heads above it, only from Australia. Crazy Frenchman dancing like a 5 year old on chocolate and coffee. Also that crazy Frenchman playing twister by himself. Little did he know those weren't the rules. He was occupied for a good 15 minutes. We were entertained as well. The little international villa scored big with our vote. It said it was like a mountain chalet. For Japan, it was as close as you are going to get.

Before we all arrived, Amy, Bethany, and Richard toodled in my car, couldn't find our turn and came across the best bridge that was connecting two mountains with the steepest views. We took advantage of the great scenary and turned around at the bottom. Just a side note on how steep it was, my breaks smelled strongly of burnt rubber or what ever brake pads are made of. Don't worry it's a rental.

Back at the villa, we organized all of the food with our micorwaves that double as ovens. We heated everything up again while getting the table set. While prepping everything, most of us indulged in real cheese. The price you pay for proper cheese. Good wine also came with many Chu-hi's. Chu-hi's are the girly drinks of Japan that are in a can with different flavors of peach, grape, apple, and pretty much anything you can think of.

Grace and the thankfulness of the Japanese things you love like Skype, internet, onsens, Jupiter for Dr Pepper, friends and the family we were missing. Since this was the first Thanksgiving I was missing, it really didn't feel like it. Just a dinner with a turkey. I didn't have any nieces or nephews running around or my mom telling me what to do next. Secretly I missed that.

Next was this little Japanese dance that a few of us meticulously learned. Richard started it off while Amy sang the little ditty, next Brian and then me the newcomer. Everyone had seen this before on TV. I got Amy's tape the night before and rewinded the tape many times to get the moves down perfectly. Don't worry I will show all who want to experience really cheesey Japanese TV.

Twister, some passing out on the twister board, waking up to Jon without a shirt on. Not that unusual, jumbling my thoughts together, this didn't seem right. I had to ask what the deal was. Jon was the dealer in strip Black Jack. Seems to me he was the only one that was losing.
Off to bed rooming with Bernie and Bethany.

Mornings of pancakes and leftovers. I was the ultimate designer of pancakes, while Bernie perfected the flipping. I gave her some tough ones to flip, too. I made a pancake that looked like Africa, Italy, Mickey Mouse, Snoopy, a steak, a bazooka, Chile, South America, a donut, and a saxophone. Gosh I am good. It was tough. I will secretly practice at home in the morning to make pancake art the new craze.