Thanksgiving 2022 got off to a rough start.
As I'm still dealing with Long Covid, I never know when I'll wake up and feel well or not. Today was a "not."
I took something that I hoped would help and went back to bed. Only to get up several hours later and find the electricity had gone off. For the day.
So much for cooking any Thanksgiving food!
You might ask why that matters. "Aren't you in the Czech Republic celebrating at Malenovice with your JV team?"
No, we are not at our home in Czech for this Thanksgiving, but in Croatia, where we're on "exile."
What's that, you ask? The United States and many European countries have a "totalization agreement" regarding their social security systems. Unless you pay into the European country's social security system and instead pay into the US's, you're required to exit the country you live in for six months every nine years.
This happens to be the nine-year mark for us.
We've been here for three weeks and plan to be here off and on over the remaining months.
Lord willing, I will be able to travel with Dave later on, but for now, I'm not well enough. So we're sitting tight; I'm resting a lot and getting new medical help here in hopes God will use that to heal me.
Side note: I know God COULD heal me in the next five minutes! But because he hasn't chosen that healing route thus far, I've been in touch with new doctors as they look for ways to help me.
Back to Thanksgiving!
We both stammered a tentative "yes" and were then seated. In THE most darling restaurant, we hadn't known existed, called "Nook."