So yesterday being the 25th of November, the supermarket workers had to start wearing Santa hats. Santa hats with gold swirly designs on them. I could see anyone disliking Christmas after a month of that.

With the sun during the day, the rain decided to move to taking place at night. And by rain I mean thunderstorm that wakes you up. Not the thunder but the force of the rain. It was pretty impressive. And that was before we knew that the impressiveness of the rain had also made itself known on the floor of our room. Stepping foot out of bed was more of a wet endeavor than usual and we discovered that our whole floor had been covered by a layer of water. Luckily the laptops were both in bags and escaped submersion but it swallowed more than a few pages of notes. It is all over now and our floor looks especially clean and shiny.

I am finding that I am more attached to the holiday of Thanksgiving than I ever knew before. I never doubted how much I loved the food and the break from school but I am really missing being home and seeing family and hanging out and sharing. Frances and I had planned to make Thanksgiving at the house of a male nurse we were working with but he managed to create an incredibly uncomfortable situation and neither one of us want to go over there anymore. So perhaps Thanksgiving will find us in the outdoor eating area of our pousada, plastic covered tables and all. Just as long as it doesn't rain. Plus the longer I am here the more I am finding to be truly deeply thankful for than I have before. Maybe it sounds cliche or trite but it is so true. (Being thankful for not having to wear a gold and red Santa hat to work for a month is just the beginning.)