We headed to the zoo... the second time for us, first time for Bryan. It was a great day at the zoo! We watched a seal show, heard the lions roar, watched a tiger sneak attack the window in front of us, and witnessed feeding time for hippos.
We tried out our courtyard grill, for some good ol' American burgers and hot dogs, although we did it Argentine style, around 8 pm. It was even warm enough to eat outside. The kids decorated a flag cake.
According to Bryan, 4th of July is just not 4th of July without fireworks. So he did some internet research and found a nearby shop to obtain some. Sienna and Colby went with him, and according to Sienna, Bryan was quite creative in explaining what types he wanted, even acting them out. He tried to tell the shopkeeper what kind of space we had, with apartments all around, and to make sure it was legal and that the types of fireworks he was getting would be appropriate. I don't think it worked very well. I can just imagine after they left the shop, the saleslady snickering, "Gringo suckers!"
The first one was a nice sparkling, shooting, medium-sized firework that was perfect. The next one was supposed to be a box containing a variety of small fireworks. Bryan tried opening it up when he realized they were all the same, all connected, with one fuse. "Well, shall we light it and see what happens?"
Definitely not what we expected. They went much higher than our 5 story apartment building and surely caught the attention of anyone in the vicinity.
The next one was a strobe light that was supposed to be a spinner.
And these were supposed to be good ol' classic sparklers that the kids could wave around. Bryan decided to set one on the bench first just to make sure. After it started ricocheting off the courtyard walls I hurried the kids inside the sunroom. Bottle rockets, maybe?
At this point all the dogs on the block were barking like crazy. A lady in a nearby building came out to her back balcony and started yelling at us to stop. When she realized we didn't speak very good Spanish she threw in some broken English. One phrase in particular that I caught was, "In your country, not MY house!" So we put them away and Bryan patched up the relationship in his broken Spanish. I hope she finds her cat that went missing.
I feel a little sheepish this morning after reading in the news about fireworks accidents around the country. I can just imagine my Dad shaking his head. I'm glad nothing bad happened with ours. Now what are we going to do with the rest of our non-sparklers???
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