Whirling turkeys

Today is Thanksgiving, or, as we irreverently say in the States, Turkey Day.

We spent Thanksgiving eve not driving several hours on crowded interstates to visit cousins as is the American tradition, but instead watching some traditional Egyptian dancing. The real Sufi Dancers and Whirling Dervishes are actually in the midst of a religious celebration when they spin in circles.

Fake Sufi Dancers wear incredibly colorful skirts, almost like tapestries, and twirl for pay. And it is incredible. The dancer we saw spun himself, continuously, for over 15 minutes. Without falling or throwing up or anything. He even smiled much of the time.

So that was a great way to spend a non-traveling Thanksgiving Eve.

The boys have been learning all about Thanksgiving at school. Bug cheerfully informed us there were people on a boat and they wanted to eat. Also, turkeys were involved. And Indians.

Giggle’s more sophisticated understanding extends to Pilgrims and Indians.

I told the boys, “Call them Native Americans.” Bug said, “No, the Indian didn’t have a name.”

I finally convinced the boys to use the term “First Americans.” For at least five minutes

We’re enjoying a quiet morning at home–watching not the Macy’s Parade but Kung Fu Panda–and will spend the afternoon and evening enjoying dinner with friends, as is the expat way.

Happy Thanksgiving, friends.