This morning I woke up at my usual ungodly hour and had been awake for awhile when Lee got up so I ditched him while he had his coffee and went for a bike ride. I spent an hour heading south on the bike path to the harbor then came back north on another path that I discovered. Instead of hugging the banks of the Love River this one follows the old train tracks at the base of Monkey Mountain. It doesn't come as far north as our apartment or the school but it was a lovely path along the edge of some of the old neighborhoods that used to sit right along the tracks. Now they over look this lovely sinuous park.

Many of the apartments had potted gardens with herbs and lettuce and it seemed like a sweet little neighborhood. The bigger sections of park had groups of people exercising together, a common occurrence around here.

There's yoga, tai chi, ballroom dancing, jazzercise, and every combination of them, especially in the early morning and in the evening. I prefer my biking outside and my yoga inside.

Later this morning we discovered a massive produce market, mostly wholesale but they also sell to little people like us.

We went in search of potatoes and carrots because this afternoon is KAS Thanksgiving and we're in charge of mashed potatoes and veggie sticks. It'll be fun but it just doesn't feel like Thanksgiving. Maybe once I'm eating turkey and stuffing I'll get more in the November mood, but right now it just feels like a potluck dinner with friends, which is a fine substitute for Thanksgiving when you're halfway around the world.