We had so much to be thankful for this year.
Linda was the woman I met our first day in Philadelphia who stuck out her hand at a Starbucks and told me she wanted to help Katrina survivors. Two months later Sònia and she are friends, and she invited us for Thanksgiving dinner. We brought with us two friends from Spain who we had known in New Orleans, Luis and Chari. Luis had evacuated with us as far as Houston.
We ate like pigs and talked about what a year this had been. There were blessings in Hebrew and thanks in Spanish and some awful jokes. We drank pink lemonade and talked about reuniting the group of Spaniards with whom we evacuated for Sònia's birthday in March.