Being born on Bastille day, and having spent every single one of my birthdays in France for the past 13 years, I have always been spoiled with fireworks on my birthday.
Just 8 minutes shy of my 21st birthday, and my fireworks have followed me. After a beautiful dinner in a gorgeous Italian garden in the mountains at Hotel Caruso in Ravello with my sister and father, we were surprised with a fireworks show in the next bay over. We took the tender over, shut off the engine and sat back, clapping. My father turned to me, smiling. "You're such a brat..." Ah, I know. Happy birthday to me!