Picture this: long tables lined with plates and bowls and people. Wine flowing freely, people filling their bellies with amazing, beautifully prepared Panamanian foods. People were singing, people were laughing, people were having a really great time.
Yeah, none of that happened. Thanksgiving is an American thing that doesn’t really stretch down to Panama. Though there were a couple of sandwich boards out on the sidewalks with chalk drawings of turkeys in an attempt to snag the North American traveler.
Our Thanksgiving consisted of calling our families and then plunking down on the bed with some of our favorite snacks and Trains, Planes, and Automobiles. Which was perfect since we were pretty pooped from our long travel days. We were pretty darned grateful to have a space to relax. Ah gratitude.