It was the fourth Thursday in November and there was a chill in the air.  The leaves had changed and in some cases the trees were already bare awaiting the cold winter months that lie ahead.  It was a school day.  It was a work day.  It was just another day in Switzerland.  But it wasn’t just another day for us Americans…it was Thanksgiving. Last year was the first year that we spent Thanksgiving in Switzerland.  It was a surreal day for me personally because instead of attending the local high school football game in the morning I dropped the kids off at school.  Instead of spending the day with…