Edinburgh celebrates Christmas with the opening of the Christmas markets while my family and friends prepare for Thanksgiving, American football, and Black Friday sales. My phone’s newsfeed is filled with recipes for spectacular pies and hints on how to reduce the stress of hosting a family gathering. These reminders do make me nostalgic as I sit in the local coffee shop, a place where I am now deemed a regular and greeted with smiles and an occasional ‘pardon?’ as the barista misses something in my accent. Last week we had five minutes of confusion as I attempted to order a fruit teacake, but asked for a toastie.
Today marks only the second day of serious rain I have encountered in the last six weeks. Locals in Oxford, Windermere, and now Edinburgh exclaimed over the temperate weather. Cloudy days in Edinburgh are almost preferable to a November sunny day, when the three hours of a low sun produce a blinding ray of light. People walk along the streets shielding their eyes from the sun like they are witnessing some supernatural phenomenon. When the weather was fine and Princes Street was filled with shoppers and tourists, Edinburgh looked like any other city in the UK. But now, rainy and dreary, I begin to see the Edinburgh portrayed by Alexander McCall Smith, as a small town encompassed in a larger city.
The people here are cheerful. Rarely do I encounter a surly shop clerk. “Hi ya” is the usual greeting and nobody appears put out when my credit card transaction needs my American signature. For some reason, I seem to fit in and am often asked for directions. Anybody who knows me will laugh at this as giving directions is not one of my strong points. This is a much different city in the winter than the Edinburgh I encountered on my last visit when it was overrun with Festival attendees. Even then, it was a tired, but friendly host.
Finding a turkey dinner for Thanksgiving is not difficult. I can walk into any café or food shop and purchase a Turkey Feast sandwich, a holiday tradition, filled with any combination of turkey, dressing, and cranberries. This is a way to have the turkey sandwich without the bother of cooking the turkey. If I want a traditional dinner, there are tons of places to sit and have a roast of something, complete with mashed potatoes and gravy and green beans. I might mix it all up and head to the Christmas Market for German sausage or fish and chips.
I have spent Thanksgiving alone in the U.S. where most stores are closed or preparing for the big sales and, according to the ads, everyone is home hugging their families and having that Norman Rockwell experience. Spending Thanksgiving in a country that does not celebrate the holiday and with a time zone difference that will mean my Thanksgiving will be mostly over before my family and friends celebrate, actually makes it more bearable. I will come here to my coffee shop as usual, see familiar faces of people I don’t quite know, eat some strange concoction of foods, and feel quite at home.
And, as in years past, I will hear from family and friends, wishing me from their faraway tables, as I wish them and you, a Happy Thanksgiving!