My favorite Fourth of July memory has to be the one I spent in Jordan. No flags, no reds, whites, or blues, no national anthem. Just walking around town that night like any other beautiful Middle Eastern night. It was so surreal!
(me, in Abdoun, wishing the camera a Happy Fourth!)
That was three years ago and tonight we went to a fireworks show with two friends. It was a blast and I got some mighty fine pictures out of it!