West Of Nowhere

West Of Nowhere

For Thanksgiving, some people go to New York to see the Macy's Day Parade, some spend it with their family - but not us. I decided to spend it in the middle of nowhere in Marlinton, West Virginia.

 

Living in a busy and important city like Washington DC, where a highly-active routine is the expectation, you forget to stop and take a breath in the polluted city air. When we started to lose phone signal on our drive to West Virginia, we started to realize how far from city life and culture we really were.

 

JP

 

Prior to our journey, I had been told that we were staying in a cabin in the woods. When we arrived at our destination, it was far from a cabin. It was a detached house in a small neighbourhood, but what we found inside was totally unexpected. The house was crawling with personal ornaments and photographs of the owners' family. It was the perfect plot for a horror movie, but I'm happy to report that nobody was murdered by a psychopath wearing a mask.

 

The Squad

 

There were 15 of us: 7 Gibraltarians, 5 Sevillan Spaniards, JP (my half-American half-Columbian roommate), Pedro from Puerto Rico and Naomi, the only American there. What on earth were we doing in Marlinton? We wanted a break from the city. We probably didn't have to go this far or somewhere so secluded, but it was totally worth it. One of my favorite moments of the trip was a blue sky Thanksgiving morning, sitting in a swing bench (that's right, we had a swing bench) on the porch, listening to music, admiring the surrounding scenery and breathing in the fresh country air.

 

Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving dinner was immense. I'm just thankful to have been able to have spent such an important American holiday with such an awesome group of people.

 

 

The weirdest thing about the ghostly Marlinton town is that there was only one of everything. One bar, one food store, one bank. That's crazy for me to understand, even though I come from a tiny place called Gibraltar. We assumed that by the end of our time there, all the locals knew about the foreign kids who had invaded their peaceful town. Sorry, Marlinton.

 

 

The two coolest things I did was climb one of the steep, tree-covered hills to get a an amazing view of the town, and canoe down a river. Unfortunately, autumn wasn't the best time to go, as the tide is so low that we got stuck many times along the way. As you can see from the photo, Shelina and Veronica struggled.

 

Thanksgiving Hangover

After being in such an isolated town in the fresh air, to having to fight off people invading your personal space on the Metro was a major shock to the routine. Whatever you did for Thanksgiving, I hope it was full of joy, good food and good company, because mine sure was.

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