A brief intermission from the Europe posts to say—Happy Birthday, America.
Yesterday, we took the train to Boston to see the fireworks light up the city.
You hang a ribbon with a prayer written on it…many, many prayers for Boston in these days.
A burger and fries for dinner at Cheers….because what is more American than a burger and fries…from Cheers?
And then we found our place by the Charles River and listened to the Boston Pops playing live in the background.
And we laughed at all the perfectly normal grownups dressed in their crazy patriotic outfits :]
The sky lit up over the Charles River and the music soared around us and I was happy to be home, happy to be a part of this place, and happy to wish America a very happy birthday.