Last year I spent my 4th on a sand dune in Senegal. Quite a different celebration for sure! It was a fun and memorable night with sparklers and an American barbecue atop a mountain of sand. We all forgot flashlights so the hamburgers were cooked by the light of one headlamp and the full moon graciously guided us back to our cars after the festivities. The 4th landed on the week when we had our homestay. As much as I absolutely loved the women we were staying with, it was so exciting to join fellow Americans (and two Canadians and a New Zealander) to celebrate our American-ness and to speak English again rather than stumble through a conversation in Wolof!
This year was fun too in a different kind of way. I had a relaxing 4th of July weekend and didn't do much other than hang out with my parents and take a nap (or two). But, I was determined to go see some real fireworks. Family friends invited us to go along with them to a "secret location" where the show was guaranteed to be incredible. And was it ever! There were firetrucks stationed next to the field we sat in. Just in case a stray spark came over. I had never seen fireworks so close! I had to lay back in my chair to see many of them. You could feel each boom in your chest and hear the crackle. While the other spectators were mute in their awe (or maybe just weren't really that impressed), I just couldn't stop declaring how amazing the show was!
The next night we decided to also go to our local fireworks display right down the street. While it wasn't quite as awe-inspiring as the previous night's show, it was picturesque on the waterfront and reminded me of the many times we had gone when I was growing up.
I was wishing I had my camera to remember the American fireworks fun. But, I think I'll remember and I'm kind of glad I got to see it with both eyes open rather than behind a viewfinder. I'm glad I stocked up for two years worth of fireworks! I'm also so excited to see all that God has done between now and July 4, 2011. I know it is going to be amazing.
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