My program decided to take us (all of us, the Gappers + hundred collegers) to Thanksgiving. I wasn't really anticipating a Thanksgiving feast, but since one was promised, I started to get pretty excited. I was assigned to eat at the Grand Hyatt on the Bund, absolutely gorgeous, plus American, so I decided that I would be guaranteed mashes potatoes and turkey and cranberry sauce. Score! But then, the worst happened, and on the way there my friend fantasized, "Oh, I wonder if they'll have pumpkin pie."
Pumpkin pie? I had forgotten it existed. Pumpkin pie.
Well, we arrived, there was no turkey, no potatoes, and no pumpkin pie.
They did however, present a pumpkin pie as we were leaving, and I was stuffed with duck, xiao long, oysters, sashimi, lamb, spring rolls, lobster, crab, green tea ice cream, muscles, and so on. It was delicious, just not Thanksgivingy.
Nothing really feels like the holidays here. All the department stores have Christmas trees and decorations, People's Park is lit up, I have seen a Santa, but it still doesn't feel as simultaneously artificial and authentic as it does at home. But I do have an Advent calendar.
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