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A Café, Port-au-Prince, Haiti, Thursday
Nov. 28th, 2013 03:19 pmUS Thanksgiving didn't really touch on the life of a Canadian living in Haiti. But, Natalie had studied in the States for a couple of years, and she had her connections (with some of them hopefully repaired again with some voicemails, after very minor conflict of a sort), so... It would've felt weird to entirely ignore it.
Even if Natalie's only concession towards any kind of holiday spirit was visiting a café not too far from her apartment, for a cup of very fancy tea and a very large sugary pastry. A turkey meal it was not, but that didn't matter to her. She'd already done real Thanksgiving this year (even though it had been with a Haitian twist), and maybe she really just needed an excuse for that pastry. Because it was unhealthy but oh so good.
And she was poking at her work schedule on her phone while she was enjoying it. Like an overachiever with a lot on her mind.
[ooc: NFB, but open for all the usual.]
Even if Natalie's only concession towards any kind of holiday spirit was visiting a café not too far from her apartment, for a cup of very fancy tea and a very large sugary pastry. A turkey meal it was not, but that didn't matter to her. She'd already done real Thanksgiving this year (even though it had been with a Haitian twist), and maybe she really just needed an excuse for that pastry. Because it was unhealthy but oh so good.
And she was poking at her work schedule on her phone while she was enjoying it. Like an overachiever with a lot on her mind.
[ooc: NFB, but open for all the usual.]
