A few days ago we received an email about a huge 4th of July celebration in the American part of town. They were going to have hot dogs, hamburgers, a parade, and most importantly fireworks. I was so excited until I realized that it would cost us a lot of money to ride taxis to the place or a lot of time to ride buses. We decided that it wasn't worth it to drag Haley across town and be gone for 5 or 6 hours, so instead we planned to make chilli dogs and watch fireworks on TV (not the same I know).
Shortly after we decided not to go to Escazu, we received another email saying that some students at our school were going to be throwing a big party at the school. Everyone chipped in to bring sides, desserts, drinks, and meat.
Our school is full of missionaries that are neither in the States where we came from, nor on the field where we are going. We are all in a constant state of transition. Therefore, we all were desiring a piece of home. We all loaded up on burgers and hot dogs from a charcoal grill (something none of us have since we are all here temporarily). Plus there were baked beans, potato salad, and mac and cheese. There was a whole spread of desserts including blueberry cobbler and apple pie. After dinner, we went out side to see a display of fireworks.
Really and truly, fireworks are not all that uncommon here. We hear them go off pretty much every night about 1:00; however, it was so nice to have them go off and get to actually watch them. When at times it seems we are so far from home, it was great to celebrate the independence of our home country.
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