For my first real American Thanksgiving (it's kind of a big deal here), I went up to Portland, Maine with Rachita to stay with Olivia & her family. The May family is one of those open families that loves taking people in; they are definitely people that love the world and are one of the most caring & hilarious families that I've ever met.

Unfortunately I've lost the memory card that contained (among other things) the Thanksgiving dinner photos, one hugeass turkey, and a table full of many excellent desserts. It also had photos from our Black Friday shopping rush (only in America would you have a holiday dedicated to shopping, I know it's a huge marketing plot but I still love it), so you're going to have to imagine our hard-won hauls and massive food babies. Fortunately, the photos I did keep are from a few hikes that Olivia & her family took us on - so the views are incredible. The experience of fresh air and natural settings is something that will never cease to make me giddy as a child; I still love the gritty city dust of Hong Kong but this is something of another class altogether.