Nov 24, 2011

Thanksgiving in Macedonia

There are so many things that I will have to adjust to while living in Macedonia.  Not recognizing American holidays is just one of them.  It's not Thanksgiving here, all the stores and banks are open. I guess I can consider that a plus because I need to go to the bank today, but it's really not that big of a deal, because if I really needed cash in the States I would just hit up any random ATM. But I'm trying to stay positive.  And I don't think I will ever adjust to the random speaker system set up around the city that randomly plays Muslim music. I don't understand for the life of me, how that is legal here.  How the city allows a group of people to install a public broadcast of religious music. Ha! I'm not even sure there is a city that has a speaker system that publicly broadcasts anything other than maybe a siren for tornadoes.  I heard that go off once when living in Cleveland.

Last Thanksgiving was pretty rough here...My family sent off the ridiculously expensive turkey (no joke it was like $30 for 7 or 8 pds.) to be cooked somewhere where they cook pigs, and it came back flattened and dry.  My mother in law put the dough for the apple pie in the freezer, when I told her to put it in the fridge (communication error). And then she also kept turning off the stove that was keeping the vegetables warm, every time I turned my back.  I swear she was out to sabotage me, but of course my paranoia was high that day. And she made three salad's in addition to the my side dishes, which were not put on the table until after the main course.  I'm still a little bitter about that, which is why I told everyone that today wasn't that big of a deal and I wasn't planning on making anything special.  But I'm not going to lie, I'm a little disappointed that there won't be any turkey or apple pie.  :(
What can I say, it's not Thanksgiving in Macedonia!

Nov 19, 2011

11 Macedonian Woman and 1 American

The other night, I went to a dinner party, held in my honor with my mother-in-law's colleagues to celebrate my recent wedding.

She told me she had worked with these women for 30 years, and they were more than just co-workers, they were family.  It amazed me that anyone was able to work at the same company for 30 years, but even more amazing that they were all friends for that long as well.  I only worked for the government for three years, and I wasn't very close with anyone.  But this group was different, they had shared every important and significant moment in each others lives, and now they were sharing their children's significant life events.  And while all these women chatted and laughed, shared stories about their children, I did what I do best, and observed.