Thanksgiving in Mexico

Many of you asked how Thanksgiving was down here in Mexico. Here's Keith's perspective:
It was a normal day.... got up at 6 and got the kids up and ready for school. On the walk to the bus stop we passed by the San Antonio Church as we always do. But that day was the Blessing of the Musicians. So in front of our neighborhood church was a 25 piece mariachi band including bass, guitars, trumpets and a guy on a really chintzy handheld buzzing speaker system. They were playing a lovely tune and sounded clear and pure (except for the buzzing singer on the speaker). All this at 7:30am.
The kids went to school and I went back to the house. I did the regular errands and email checks.
In the afternoon, we picked up the kids and then ran over to Lucha's. Lucha is one of our babysitters. She and her sister, Diana, are very sweet to the kids. (Perhaps even TOO sweet.) Lucha is about 4' 10" and hoping to be a great cook or chef one day. So a few days before, we decided we'd hire Lucha to cook up Thanksgiving dinner. We didn't know quite what to expect, other than some kind of Turkey.
I went over to get the food at her house. The food just kept coming out of her house into the van for transport. A huge smoked turkey. Deviled eggs. Spaghetti. Pasta and green bean salad. Chicken cordon bleu. More salad. Sauteed veggies. Two cheesecakes. (Pumpkin pies are a bit hard to come by here.) And more! We loaded up the van and headed home.
About a dozen other folks with kids joined us and we had a lovely meal out in our jardin. We shared good food, good wine and good times.
And just like at home, I ate a ton. And a bit later in the day, as we say at home, "I don't feel like I'm going to throw up. So it must be time to eat again!"
Happy Thanksgiving!