Thanksgiving Dinner at the North Pole

It’s 12 p.m. in Fairbanks, Alaska and 4 p.m. in New York. After a five-hour flight, everyone felt exhausted. It’s already pitch dark outside, and we were still finding our way to our Airbnb at the North Pole. The surroundings just looked more and more bleak. Sound pretty much vanished after we walked past the last gas station we could find. Right at the moment Google Maps announced that we arrived at our destination, I joked that our booked apartment might actually be a haunted house.

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