This is an unusual July for me. Until this year, the most significant date on the calendar typically was July 4th – firecrackers, red white and blue, muy Americano. This year in Lima, July 4th was just another Friday. I didn’t even remember it was a holiday until a friend from Florida sent an email wishing me a Happy Fourth. It was thoughtful of her to remember her old friend in exile, but to be honest, the event felt insignificant here in the southern hemisphere. I tried to conjure that 4th of July feeling, and all that came to mind was grilled hot dogs – the smell of them, actually.…