Hard to keep up that Tookish feeling...

"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.