Today is the last day of Thanksgiving break. Since the moment I set foot in Genya's house Tuesday evening, it's been a blast. I've said it again and again – I'm not ready to leave. Especially since leaving means I have exactly two weeks left at Smith. This is stressful in so many ways.
I have so much to do. Oh but I had plans too! I was going to get ahead on all my work for the next two weeks so I wouldn't be stressed. I was going to draw, paint, go for daily jogs, blog and finally finish my book. Big NOPE to all above. Now I have a ton of new pictures to edit, quite a few blog posts to write, a book to finish, letters to handwrite and send, school work to be done. I want to do it all at once and be done with it. You know that feeling when you have so much to do and you don't know where to start so you kind of postpone it until you're left banging your head against the wall thinking why did I do that again? I should have started sooner!
But (and this ONLY matters if life is more important that work. Oh, wait, it is. I feel less stressed all of a sudden) I had fun. I had a lot of fun. And food. The fun was had because Genya and her family are amazing. Rozena is one of my favorite people in Paris (click HERE to read the article she wrote for this blog. HERE to see her in my pictures. HERE to see when she took me to Rosa Kiwi) . When I got back to Smith in September she sent me and her sister Genya a message saying since we both study near each other, heeeey you two should meet up! While I found it a bit strange to be on a blind date (friendship date no less. Even harder. If you don't call back it means Hey, human, not only do I not want to sleep with you but I don't ever want to see your face either) we met up for lunch in Northampton. It turned out Genya was just as lovely as her sister and we had a lot in common. She invited me to her house near Boston for Thanksgiving break. The second we walked in through the door, her parents were waiting for us with a plate of cheese and Lillet. I had already eaten a bit in the car so I only had a few bites. And that ends the self control portion of the weekend. Food, so much food.
Thanksgiving was at her auntie Bea and uncle Stu's unbelievable house surrounded by apple orchards and beautiful white trees. There were thirty or so people there. We went for a marvelous walk before dinner. The sights were beautiful and I was almost able to ignore the feeling of my fingers and toes about to fall off from the cold. Dinner was traditional and delicious: turkey, cranberry sauce, gravy, brussels sprouts, green bean casserole, pumpkin pie, apple pie, etc. Genya and I made a Kahlua fallen soufflé chocolate cake. After I ate, Genya and her cousins stood out in the cold with me. Going outside after a big meal is the most wonderful thing. Everyone kept asking "So... Do you think our family is crazy yet?" I've 15+ cousins in Colombia waiting to push me into pools – no, your family is not crazy to me. In fact, I loved everyone and I didn't want to leave. But we did. And while you might think that the day after Thanksgiving would be a day of detox, it was not. We met up with her friends and had lobster rolls, my one and only request. On Saturday we had bagels and lox for brunch and a big family gathering in the evening meant shepherd's pie, two kinds of salad and four different desserts. Today I've had black coffee. That will be all, thanks.
I've done a bit of cooking this weekend. I forgot how much I missed it! The Kahlua cake was a hit at Thanksgiving and the two salads I made last night were also praised. I love cooking for others. I look forward to many dinner parties once I get back to Paris. Rozena, here's your official invitation to all of them. I am very thankful to this beautiful family for letting me spend time with them. I hate thinking that I only got to know Genya ("ohhh muffiiiiin") my last semester of college. But her sister lives in Paris so I am sure we will meet again. Soon, please.