It was fun this week to be the only American in our apartment and introduce the others to the culturally rich and beloved tradition of celebrating our gratitude by eating heaps of food. Haha although I could tell that they thought it was kinda weird when I showed them how to make turkey hands and a thankful chain counting the days until Christmas. Our feast though was utterly...astig! We had roast chicken (no turkeys here), mashed potatoes, gravy and stuffing. They don't have pie here but we had a dulce de leche pull-apart instead. It was the most magnificent meal I've eaten here. Too bad there's no Black Friday to follow.
However, in order to keep with the spirit of Thanksgiving, I leave this post by saying how thankful I am to be a on mission. It's only until I've left on my mission that I fully understand what it truly means to be a missionary. Yeah, sure it's hard when people reject you or others don't progress. But even still, I'm so thankful for the trust God has given me to share His restored gospel...in Tagalog. I know that this work is the errand of angels and I'm grateful to be a part of it.