If I were home in Canada right now, my life would look like this... I'd be wearing jeans and a comfy sweater, studying, drinking hot chocolate and eating pumpkin muffins from Tim Hortons, and getting prepared for Thanksgiving. This is my favourite holiday because it's genuine, and one of the few that hasn't been commercialized. I get to spend time with my family as we're all sitting around my big dining room table (my mother always hosts Thanksgiving) with a huge feast set in front of us. Carrots, peas, corn, mashed potatoes, a big fat turkey (I'm a vegetarian, so I admire the bird from afar) and best of all - PUMPKIN PIE. I'd be going for walks and looking at how beautiful the trees are with it's multi coloured leaves of bright reds, oranges and golds. I'd be helping my mom put up the scarecrow, the fall decorations, carving pumpkins with my sister, and eating candy apples at Hallow's Pumpkin Farm. My sister, Nicole, and I are constantly coming up with ways to make each other laugh, and last year she bought this book called 'Cake Wrecks'. My favourite was a Thanksgiving cake with a giant turkey on it with what I can only assume is flaming wings.
But... I am here in Rome. Where the weather, even in October, is still hot enough to wear shorts and a T-shirt. Instead of colourful trees I am surrounded by palm trees and pavement, without a pumpkin pie in sight. I know this because I checked out countless bakeries and asked in my broken Italian if they sold torta di zucca. Don't get me wrong, I'm certainly not complaining about being in Italy. I just wish I could have a delicious Thanksgiving dinner while wearing a pair of jeans.
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