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The Trick To Surviving Thanksgiving On The Road
I woke up last Thanksgiving with plenty to be thankful for. The sun was shining. The air was fragrant. Outside my guesthouse window, rice paddies extended as far as the eye could see. I was in Bali, for Christ's sake. There wasn't much to complain about.
Yet, I felt empty. Thanksgiving is one of the toughest days to travel, especially when you're alone. For a while, I puttered around my room, checking my email and looking at photos of friends and families on Facebook. It was the seventh Thanksgiving I had spent away from family, and it had yet to get easier.
I do, however, have a strategy for Thanksgivings abroad, and it's pretty simple. I indulge. If I've been on a tight budget, I splurge on a nice guesthouse. If my neck is stiff from a 14-hour bus ride, I spring for a massage. I sleep in. I watch movies. I basically give myself permission to do whatever the heck I want, even if it's not what you're "supposed to do" while traveling.
And in the spirit of the holiday, I eat - well, and often.
The following year, it was a breakfast of eggs, bacon and sausage in the beachside town of Anjuna in Goa. It was one of the few times I ate meat in my six weeks of backpacking through India. I spent the rest of the day in a food coma on the beach.
And last year in Bali, it was a lunch of crispy duck at Ubud's Bebek Bengil, which is famous for the dish. The duck is first steamed in Indonesian spices, then deep fried for a crispy finish and served with rice and Balinese vegetables. It is, quite simply, extraordinary. I savored it slowly and washed it down with a midday beer while reading a collection of short stories from Jhumpa Lahiri. By meal's end, my self-pity had all but vanished.
It's not easy being away from home on Thanksgiving. But indulging in the world's pleasures - particularly its culinary ones - can certainly help.
[Photo Credit: Jessica Marati]