The little things

Typically once a day, usually around dinner time, we loose power for a few hours. It's expected, but still unpredictable. If you happen to be walking on the street when this happens you could hear a unanimous sigh coming from the stores and houses as the radio fizzle to a silence and the lights disappear. At the house, we light up all the candles and place them around the house. If it's around dinner time, we end up enjoying a lovely meal by candlelight - it's quite romantic really.

Then about three hours or so later, the power will magically re-appear to be welcomed by a cacophony of radios and children cheering down the street. When the power came back on last night I happened to be standing outside on the balcony and seeing how excited these kids were over electricity struck home how much we take things for granted everyday. To these children, electricity is a luxury, it's something worth celebrating. I know this isn't a groundbreaking thought by any means, but it is so ironic that it takes traveling thousands of miles away to realize how much we truly take for granted the luxuries
we enjoy everyday.
Perhaps the old adage is true, that you don't know what you're missing until you're missing it.