Thanksgiving in England

My most memorable Thankgiving is actually this one just passed. My cousin, Carrie Beth, just moved to London two months ago while her husband, John, is studying at the London School of Economics. I and my parents have never been overseas, so we, my brother, my aunt and uncle, my other cousin, and my grandparents all decided that this would be a great opportunity to travel and visit. Unfortunately, my grandmother fell and broke her pelvis bone, so she and my papaw will have to go another time. However, the rest of us proceeded on our journey to Europe. We arrived in London on Thanksgiving morning. Exhausted from no sleep on the 8-hour plane ride, we slept in our hotel room until 3pm. That night, we traveled in "the tube," or metro/subway, to Carrie Beth's small, modern apartment. Along with our crew, John's aunt, uncle, and cousins were there from Germany too, as well as my Carrie Beth's friend who is also living in London. Carrie Beth prepared her first large meal consisting of gammon ham, mashed potatoes, salad, green beans, sweet potatoes, cranberry sauce, and pecan pie. Although it was a nice dinner, we didn't feel that the ham was quite the same as turkey, so my parents are planning on having another Thanksgiving meal this week. Yes, it was ironic to be celebrating the beginning of America by travelling back to the country we left 400 years ago, but the trip made it the most memorable Thanksgiving I've had so far.