It was the fourth Thursday in November, and a chill was in the air.  The leaves had changed, and the trees were already bare in some cases, awaiting the cold winter months 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 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 family, I ran errands and cleaned. …