My first 4th of July in the U.S was even better than I thought it would be. Nat and I ended up at a friends house in Pasadena where the Rose Bowl hosts one of the larger fireworks displays in L.A. It was a warm and very still night so when the fireworks exploded the smoke just hung in the valley air. This made the whole event even more beautiful. Huge, brightly coloured explosions were continually pumped into the massive cloud, diffusing the lights and explosions on a scale I've never seen before. It looked more like the birth of galaxies than cracker night.
Driving home across L.A from Pasadena to Venice Beach that night all of L.A was alive with fireworks. Racing along the freeway was like driving through one extended firework display. Stunning.