Well this Thanksgiving was definitely different than any other one my family has had. Normally, my grandmother guilt trips my dad into going to Camp Penniel with the rest of the fam, where the family fun and bonding on Thanksgiving day includes creating teams and then doing activities like shooting cans with guns while lying on mattresses, shooting archery, etc, trying to get the most points to win a prize. This year my family and another rented a catamaran and we sailed around Belize. The first day, we bought provisions (food) to last for about two days, assuming some of the small islands would have markets. It turns out most of the islands were completely deserted. We had to catch fish for dinner one night and eat roman noodles one morning for breakfast. Two days after Thanksgiving, I went hiking in a jungle. First there was lots of mud, my shoes were canvas and thorns kept poking through them, fire ants bit my ankles, a bug flew up my nose, but I did see some monkeys. Our guide went and got a piece of antidotal tree bark that I wet in the lake to stop the ant bites from itching. He then pointed out plants that healed kidney problems, high blood pressure, and gonorrhea (yeah, drink the juice from its tree bark for 10 days and your healed). On our catamaran, I became thankful for flushing toilets (on the boat to flush you had to pump this thing up and down, pump in water, and pump it empty again).