I did not know that it was cold when I landed in Calgary at winter time 35 years ago. I was cooped up in the warm airplane for so many hours of travel from Manila. I later learned there was no snow yet, as winter was late coming that year. I was preoccupied with sadness and resentment – I did not want to leave my home country. But I guess, when it’s written in your fate, that’s the way it goes.
Ever thought of celebrating thanksgiving outdoors? Your balcony nor your backyard doesn’t count. I’m talking about the great, vast Canadian wilderness. May sound a bit odd and unconventional, but this idea has been the best thanksgiving decision our family ever made!