Last summer, the husband and I became expatriates for ten days, visiting London, Dublin, Galway and Amsterdam. It was an epic adventure (deserving its own post – or posts – someday), but as a result we didn’t really celebrate* the 4th of July.
So this year, it was back to good ol’ American business as usual. Our friend Nicholas’ parents graciously allowed us to take over their house/yard/grill/swimming pool in the suburbs for a day, and we made good use of them all.
It was the best kind of summer day: hot, hazy, and dreamy, with good food and drinks made by good friends. After experiencing one or two Independence Days in the city, I now would much rather get the heck out of Boston, away from the crowds, and into a backyard somewhere quiet*** and suburban. It felt like spending a day with family – which, I suppose, that’s what it was.
* To be fair, taking a tour of the Guinness Brewery actually is like a party in itself.
** Vintage bathing suit c/o my favorite seller at the Davis Flea, Sarka’s Collection. Bathing suits, silk scarves, dresses galore.
*** Aside from those illegal fireworks.