Scott and I “celebrated” the 4th by camping out on the beach last night. I put celebrated in quotes because it was just another Saturday for the Peruvians.

Surprisingly, there weren’t even any random fireworks last night! Didn’t they know it was America’s birthday?! And doesn’t that make them want to blow stuff up?! It makes me want to blow stuff up.

Observing Independence Day in a foreign country made me realize how unimportant the significance of the holiday is for me. It really is all about the fireworks, our annual party and the day off of work. This dampened my celebratory mood a bit. (Kind of like realizing that your Christmas tree is ugly, calculating how much time and money you put into it, and then coming to the conclusion that yes, Christmas is all about consumerism. Big downer.)

Either way, it was a great little camping trip and my first time camping on a real, sandy beach. We were entertained by crabs digging holes in the sand and defending their territory. The sunset was great. Our tin foil fajita dinner was delicious. And sitting around the campfire with my bare feet buried in the sand, mmm, was awesome.

Plus, we only slightly miscalculated the high tide line.