This year Thanksgiving was different then most years. Usually it's mostly all family, in Texas, and at some point I was cooking Thanksgiving, even if we were having it at someone else's house.
I enjoy Thanksgiving so much. It's a fun day of sharing with no expectations other then that the food will be yummy. That one will have good conversations and a memory or two will be tucked away for future remembrances.
On Thursday I ventured to a home in San Miguel that I did not even know existed on that street. I had no expectations because, truly, one never knows what is behind the iron gates that are right up against the sidewalk in centro. I've walked past that gate for fifteen years and never gave it a thought.
I was bowled over when I walked insede, by the extensive gardens, pathways and ultimately to the home where the party was happening.
How did I end up there? Well, my son John and Matilda and Sebastian were there. John had prepared quite a bit of the meal. Delicious, to put it mildly. Others brought dishes as well. All was yummy.
We ate upstairs on the roof terrace. Now I have seen quite a few roof terraces. Nothing like this. It was huge, well designed and wait til you see the photos of what was the backdrop! I just kept exclaiming about how surprising and beautiful the setting was for a Thanksgiving dinner.
on their first visit to San Miguel and exclaiming about everything. I think they'll be back.
this far back?
and afterwards, of course. The people were from Aspen, formerly Oakland and Houston, and Charleston, S.C.