An American holiday abroad.

Last year my little family was not together for the 4th of July. Mike was in England, and I had made the 11 hour flight across the Atlantic to Cali with little Lo the day before. Who would of guessed that a year later, we would not be in America any longer.  This was offically my first 4th of July where I was not in America, but it sure did not feel that way.

As soon as we drove on to the base, American flags were lined up along the roads. It made me proud to be an America, and to know that I would be surrounded by so many troops, and people in service. To know that because of them and their willingness to serve, and others like them who came before, we have our freedom.

 We went on base late in the afternoon. For Mike, we could of left our home 3 hours later. In all honesty, I agree with him, now. Oh well, now I know. They had train rides, pony rides, games, face painting, moon jump, watermelon eating contest, music, live bands and various booths. We picked a spot, left our blanket along with our stroller, and walked around for a while.

 After a walk around  we settled on some food to eat, sat down and enjoyed, that is until Lo started running off and charming all sorts of people. He loves dogs, and with many of them around that evening he had much fun.

 At just about any festival I have been here, there is a candy booth and among the things they sell are chocolate cover fruit. My favorite is the strawberries. Yum.

 Lo fell asleep for about 1 hour before the fireworks started. We, well I woke him 3 minutes before the show began. He enjoyed seeing them, and did not fear the loud bang.