One holiday after another
There were 42 present at the dinner, which we had asked a restaurant in a hotel to fix. Since the chef isn't American, he didn't get it just right on the various traditional foods for Thanksgiving, but we had a good time being with others and before we began, I led in a Thanksgiving prayer. And it's not just words. We are thankful.
The other big news is about Christmas. Since José Carlos and Marcia are going to be away, as well as Jackie and Jaime---the families in the church we usually spend Christmas Eve and Christmas with---we thought about getting away for a week or so after Christmas, taking advantage of a special deal. But since we're to be in the US for two weddings, one the last weekend of January and the other the first weekend of February, I decided to suprise Abbie by getting tickets for us to go to the US on Christmas Day. I'll come back the first week of January, and then go back again at the end of the month for the weddings. Abbie, in the meantime, will spend the month of January with her parents or with Joy and Mark in Arkansas. I had wrapped up the ticket information and told her to open it to discover where we'd be on Christmas. When she saw "Pueblo, Colorado", she had a meltdown. It will be our first Christmas in the US since 1975. Of course, for most of Christmas Day itself we will be in the air or in airports. We leave at 6 a.m. Madeira time and arrive 24 hours later in Denver, still on Christmas Day. The 7-hr. time difference means Christmas Day will be 31 hours long for us.
We're looking forward to seeing the kids and the grandkids, of course, plus our families (Abbie's parents and my mother) and some of our brothers and sisters, at least.
Right at the time I was planning this trip, which would mean us being separated for almost three weeks, I also had to go to Lisbon for consultations at the Embassy. Since it would just be going there and coming back, and the government wouldn't pay the $250 for Abbie's ticket if she went, I would be going by myself. The question was whether I would be gone one night, or two. Abbie was adamant: "Two nights apart, no way." I really wondered how she would accept the idea of three weeks, and on opposite sides of the Atlantic. An amazing thing happened: she, who would not hear of me spending just one more night 600 miles away, seemed all too willing and glad to spend three weeks without me nearly 5000 miles away. Female logic. Go figure.
When we were discussing the possibility of travelling after Christmas, we each had a condition: Abbie said "not far"; I said "not north" (meaning, no snow or cold, please). Looks like we both gave in.
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