Yesterday was Thanksgiving Day in the US, a very important holiday in my family. Thanks to a group of very nice Americans and their group of international friends, I had a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner. Someone made macaroni and cheese, another made dressing; there was even turkey, sweet potato pie and apple pie. There were other dishes as well, but being homesick was particularly assuaged by the dressing. The conversation was great, replete with stories of innovative auto mechanics, trips to the market, adventures in Niger, Nigeria South Africa, Ethiopia, and Cameroon, with jazz and old school Frankie Beverly and Maze in the background. You can take the woman out of the US, but you can’t take the love for home out of her heart. Thanks, folks, for a wonderful evening.