Dankefest ( thanksgiving )

Normally thanksgiving is not celebrated here in Germany. So Rotary thought it would be nice for Margy, Clint, and I to have thanksgiving here in Germany. Prior to the feast our conselor gave us each a task. Mine was cooking, Margy's was lists, and Clint's was taking photos.

The day we celebrated thanksgiving was on a friday so I had to ride horses after school at 2. Riding went longer than I had thought at it was 4 by the time I got home. I still had to pack because I was sleeping the night at margy's house. So I ran up to my room, and I remembered margy had forgotten her Obese bag of stuff at my house. I am not lieing when I say this bag was fat, I packed a little backpack full of clothes while this was a duffel bag big enough to fit a person in it. I called Margy and said that I would bring her stuff too, and than the counselor said that I need to pick up Bohnen at the store... for those of you who dont know what Bohnen is it is beans, but I didnt know it was beans either when she asked if I could pick it up. So than I was stuck, I had to get money to go buy the beans, but than I had to drive to buy the beans, and than go back to the train station... all of that carrying margys fat bag. I decided to leave the bag there, get the money drive to the store, come back to the house and than go to the trainstation with all the stuff.
Once I got into the store I started looking for Bohnen, my host mother told me that they would be right there when I went into the store but all I saw was fresh vegetables, and fruits... once again keep in mind I didnt know what Bohnen was. So I was searching all over in the fresh food section when finally I gave up and asked a lady where the Bohnen was. She walked me to the back of the store and gave me a bag of Bohnen and they were little seeds, but they said Bohnen on them. So I got to sacs of Bohnen and than headed back to the house, grabbed the fat bag, and headed off to the station. I had to walk all the way there because I was sleeping the night, and I looked like I was going hunting with this huge fat green bag. I made it to the train station and than Margy called me and I missed it. I try to put off buying a phone card for the phone which means that I cant call anyone but they can call me, so when I missed her call I couldent call her back... so I sat there staring at my phone until it rang again and than I picked it up. I always feel awkward talking on the phone in english around people because they look at me funny so I walked away. Margy than told me that I was suppose to start cooking at 5, and it was 6 now. So now I was really late, and I was suppose to help cook. So I got on the train, took the bus, and finally walked to margy's house. I got inside gave margy her obese bag, took off my coat and immediatly started to help cooking. The counselor than asked me if I got Bohnen, I felt proud of myself so I cleverly boasted that I had gotten two, I take out the bags of seeds, and she tells me that she said gruen Bohnen... she than told me in english that it meant green beans.... wow did i feel really dumb, but you cant blame me for mixing them up. So now we were left without beans.

I washed my hands and began to start cutting. Now I have heard of pumpkin pie, juice, and spice, but I never have cut it into little pieces and ate it before. That was definatly something new. It was really hard actually to cut the pumkin, but after it was cooked it didnt taste half bad. I than helped a little around the kitchen doing this and that, and than they gave the three americans meaning me a beer. We set the table got the wine and glasses out and than grabbed our plattes and started to fill them with food. Earlier the couselor told us that they did not have stuffing in Germany, so when I saw what looked like stuffing in the butt of the turkey I was so so happy. I wanted as much as I could have. I also put on my platte mash potatoes with gravy, the pumkin, turkey, and green beans that the neighbor had given us. We all sat down and they wanted us to give thanks in german, so I said I was thankful for food and family. We all begun to eat, and started to pour the wine into our cups. I ate everything and now I was working on the stuffing. It was really good until i bit into a large chunk of black. It was hard, and soft and had a similar taste, well actually I spelt it before when I was cooking it for our dogs back at home. I looked down at my plate and I remebered that when I was helping cook that I never saw them take the insides of the turkey out... it gave me an instant sick to the stomach feeling. After that I couldent eat anything else so I was done eating for the night.
Once everyone was doen eating they asked if we would teach them a card game in america. Clint, and Margy thought of games, but we didnt know how to explain them in german because it would of been to hard.. I said we should play B.S so eventually we agreed to play that. I asked them how they say the cards, and we went through them all.. I was going to start explaining when I asked how to say Ace in german.. they than told me Ass. I started laughing, and Margy was laughing too. The entire time I was explaining the game in german I kept on laughing every time I had to say Ass. I laughed even harder when I said after the Konig you put down your asses. I think the counselor was starting to get angry, but I couldent help laugh, and the wine gave me no filter.

As we were playing the game the boy next to me named Phelix started to talk to us. Phelix by the way is an amazingly gorgeous guy who came to thanksgiving with us and he was sitting right next to me ^^. He was asking us normal questions, and we were just talking, and than he asked if everyone was a legal citizen, and I said well not really everyone. So that brought the mexican topic up... but his next question suprised me.... He said " I'm sorry to ask, but are you mexican". It was a dead serious question, at first I didnt know if he was joking or not because anyone who knows me will tell you that i am white, and I stay white.... like blinding white. I than said no and once again margy started laughing because he just called me a mexican, she wasnt being racist but I am a extremly white person. So finally the night was over, we said goodbye to all the guests, and I was trying not to run to the toilet so I could get rid of the "stuffing". Next time I think I will think twice before eating something, try hard not to laugh at the word ass, and keep in mind there are no mexicans in germany besides the exchange students... so it was a harmless mistake of racial identity... still i dont think i will be forgetting that someone asked if i was mexican... or eating the insides of the turkey,,, and I will never forget how to say Ace in german.