A Latino Fourth of July

*Mixing of traditions: Asado with fireworks. We can probably all relate. VL

By Phillippe Diederich, MAMIVERSE

I experienced my first Fourth of July in 1976 in Los Angeles, California. I was almost of 12 years old and visiting with my father and sister, and I had no real clue about the holiday or that it was the bicentennial. And while I knew that the Fourth of July celebrated American independence, I had yet to experience a celebration of the holiday in the U.S. At the time I was living in Mexico and the Fourth of July meant a big fair at the American School, with booths and businesses giving out freebies like pens and brochures, bands playing music, all kinds of games and food and drinks. It was a fun time, no doubt. But it wasn’t a real Fourth of July.

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