Last night for Thanksgiving dinner we had 19 people over. My mom made turkey, stuffing, and a green been salad with eggs. That was it. The rest of the food came as the invitees arrived. Carolina brought her famous salad, two different kinds of quiche, and some other dish that I don't even know what it's called (all I know is that it was delicious.) Edna brought rice, arroz con leche and a bocadillo desert. Nadina brought salpicon. Victoria brought a salsa for the turkey, bread and more bread, and some more quiche. And everyone brought wine. Spaniards do love their wine. Then again so do Mexicans, Argentinians and Colombians, but none as much as Spaniards. We had to borrow two tables so that we could seat everyone. And had to borrow even more dishes. The turkey was ready at 3:30 but the first person didn't arrive until half an hour later and the last person not until nearly six. But that's how it always is. It was nearly two in the morning before the last person left. There was music, drinking, and too much food left over. By 10:00, there was a movie playing upstairs, a game of chess downstairs, and a dance party on the PlayStation going on. The younger kids were running around playing spies, using the walkie talkies, yelling that they'd been discovered.
It's weird because we were all Hispanic. None of us had been born here in the States. In our countries, everyone would be sleeping before going to school in the morning. But we were in the United States of America, a place none of us imagined we would ever be when we were younger, and we were thankful.
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