If you live in the United States, you probably know the story of the first Thanksgiving when the Pilgrims and the Native Americans shared a harvest feast, right?
On Thanksgiving morning, before we left our hotel to go to the Wild Child's home, Hubby and I had breakfast in the hotel restaurant--by the way, I wanted to share a couple photos of the beautiful view we had as we ate. In the first photo, off on the horizon on the right side of the photo is the ocean.
This second photo looks toward the rolling foothills and meadows.
How ironic is it that we spent our Thanksgiving holiday lodging at an Indian casino, and dining ON THANKSGIVING at the Indian casino restaurant? We may well go back next Thanksgiving, and if we do, I'm thinking about wearing something like this:
Would that be wrong, do you think? Hey, at least I'm not thinking about strutting around in nothing but my underwear and a Native American headdress!