The rain in Spain falls mainly on Sevilla at the moment, where Antman is giving a talk and I am enjoying a few quiet moments of reflection and gratitude on Thanksgiving Day.
I’m thankful for our four-month Danish adventure and for family and good health. I’m thankful for the purple swamphen that flapped into view yesterday like a great feathered eggplant. I’m thankful for the benign wariness of the giant bulls of Doñana that allowed me to pass by, uncharged. And I’m especially thankful for the kind hospitality of our new Spanish friends in Sevilla.
I’m thankful to you, too, for spending a little time with me at Drawing the Motmot. I’m happy you’re here.
Tonight we’ll celebrate Thanksgiving with paella and delicious local olives and crusty bread. I’ll be sure to drink to the health of all, probably more than once. A glass of sangria sounds perfect right now.