From the first night we arrived in the city here in Brazil (after living in the African bush for two years) we realized we were in for a different experience. And while we've gotten used to cars passing in front of our house with their radios turned up so loud they literally shake our windows, and even the constant noise of mufflers backfiring, waking up to the pop-pop-pop of an explosion was something new.
After a few minutes of trying to figure out what was going on, I rushed to the bathroom window. The continual explosions sounded as if they were right outside our window. And as it turned out, they pretty much were. Fireworks! Now I'm not talking about fireworks you buy to set off in your back yard for the fourth of July. These were the ones you sit in your car and watch as the city puts on a display. Huge, colorful, fill-up-the-sky kind of fireworks with heart pounding explosions. . .at one-thirty in the morning! Go figure.
(Yawn)As for me, I think I'll go back to bed now.
Blessings!
Lisa
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