This is a week where my two worlds crossed: on Thursday I celebrated Thanksgiving with my family in Chicago; a week later I was back in Switzerland for the day of San Nicolao  – Saint Nicholas. Chicago has become the focus of our family Thanksgiving since last year, when my brother Bill convinced our then 91-year old father to move into the same fabulous building where he and his wife Ann live. Billy is the cook in the family and he goes all out. This year he prepared 3 turkeys, one traditionally roasted, one in his smoker with his secret barbeque sauce and one in his new fryer. Here he is just putting the turkey in to cook on the terrace of his 78th floor apartment. Billy and Ann incorporate every great value of Thanksgiving, of home and hearth, family and friends, warmth and care, and of laughter and love.
Ann and my father
My brother and I
Last year I was giddy with happiness – it was my first Thanksgiving in America in 29 years and I celebrated it with my 2 sons, Alessandro (his first US Thanksgiving) and Gianluca and my father, together with most members of my family. I truly give thanks.
I am so grateful to have such a loving, caring family.