My parents hung their US flag outside the house today, and many of my friends were either watching or participating in parades. Others were hosting gatherings of family and friends, and there was surely a lot of barbecuing and really unhealthy eating. (Unhealthy but oh so good…)
July 4th is the biggest holiday of the summer in the US, and one of the two days per year that I feel the most remote from home. (The other is Thanksgiving.) Nothing reminds me of my expatriate status more than knowing that back home, everyone is observing a big holiday, while here, it’s just another day. But every year it gets easier. Besides, we have cool holidays here that they don’t have in the States. (Mãe Soberana comes to mind.) In the meantime, I’ll just fantasize about grilled hot dogs, copious iced drinks, and a big fireworks display late at night.