Thursday Turkeyday!

After pounding the pavement yesterday in Sevilla, today was a day of relaxation and getting a bit of work done. Today, however, is Thanksgiving in America, so I was only appropriate that we celebrate too. Once I finished my photography presentation this afternoon (which was fine, and more importantly is now done), the party started. And in typical Preshco fashion, it was a real party.

Preshco rented out the second floor of Casa Rubio, a restaurant in the Juderia, and had a traditional Thanksgiving dinner catered for all the homesick Americans and Preshco affiliates. We started with a little cocktail hour for the Preshquitas who have families visiting here, and once everyone else showed up, it transitioned to a meal. The solution to homesickness, however, is not turkey. The solution, at least at the Preshco Thanksgiving, was an overwhelming amount of Spanish wine, music, and dancing

WIth Momma at the cocktail hour

Encarni

Preshco staff and Encarni's boyfriend

Just Preshco ladies

Patriotic place-settings

The turkey I didn't eat...

Speech from Esteban

Some time after Esteban's welcoming speech and when dessert was served, however, the band of young men playing guitars and dressed in traditional spanish garb arrived. Things got progressively sloppier as the hours of singing and dancing wore on, and I never got a chance to touch my dessert, but it was a blast. It was also really fun to have my mom there with us all wildly dancing around.  

The beautiful Lyssa

Mama

Standard evening with Maribel

Dancing

Serenade

Mama dancing the night away with a lovely Spanish gent

It certainly wasn't a traditional Thanksgiving, but I'll never forget it. Preshco definitely knows how to throw a party. Its painful to think of getting up in 5 hours to go to Granada...