Like Champagne on New Year’s Eve, watching fireworks on the Fourth of July is a tradition that never gets old.
I still remember my very first Fourth of July as an immigrant — the fireworks, the music, the hotdogs, the celebration of all that is American. Twenty years later, with a son born and growing up in this country, a husband who’s never been out of the U.S. until I dragged him, a job and many friends, I feel very much American. Sure, Romanian-American, but very much part of the community and the celebration.
And being part of the community makes a day at the beach even more fun. For the past five years or so, the beach has been our go-to place. We set up our umbrellas, even a little tent, bring our cooler with drinks, beach toys, plenty of sunscreen, even a book for me — oh, how wonderful it would be to find some reading time — and let the fun begin.
What it looks like on the beach (Redondo Beach) as everyone sets up.
The plan is to spend the day on the sand, take time to stand at the water’s edge, look out into the Pacific Ocean, celebrate the Fourth of July and the dream it commemorates, and get excited in anticipation of the big fireworks show.
What about you?
Have a wonderful Fourth, dear blogging friends, (if you you’re not in the U.S. have a superb weekend, and enjoy the World Cup games — yeah, it’s still on, even if the U.S. team is out :)).
Until next time. Cheers, Silvia.
Photo courtesy: gatlinburg