"Far, far away in the West, where things were blue and faint, Bilbo knew there lay his own country of safe and comfortable things, and his little hobbit-hole."
- J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit
I gave up on everything and went to the beach today. Glaisa wanted to come too, so that’s what that turned into. I read The Hobbit while Glaisa swam in the pool. We met a nice family, and I talked to them about not speaking English and about being really white and getting really red. It was cute. It was nice, too, because Glaisa got to play and I got to hang out and read in the semi-sun that was going on. Their daughter later asked if I was Glaisa’s nanny, and I corrected her. I never bothered to correct the parents. I guess that’s sort of what it would be like though, to be a live-in nanny in Brazil. Nice little taste, but I’d never want to do it.
But I got to read The Hobbit lying on a beach in Brazil, and that is wonderful.