Browsing the Bookshelves

And this time it's not the books that are travelling - it's us. Hubby and I are off to Brazil on Thursday. He's paying homage at The Brazilian GP (and if I'm honest, I won't miss it for the world either).  But I'm also looking for to exploring Rio for a few days - especially the beach bits.  So tomorrow I have to pack. Packing has to be the worst thing about holidays (and it's not that bad, I guess). Clothes I can cope with, it's all the other bits and pieces - have I got my sunglasses? Check! Ah, but didn't I take them out again to drive down to the shops? And now many times does a normal person check they have the tickets in the right place? And what shoes to takes? Footwear is the worst - it takes up so much space, and I never know what I'm going to need. Walking boots, smart books, beach shoes, court shoes, sandals... where does it end? I think I will have to take every pair of shoes I own: actually I only own two pairs of shoes, but several pairs of boots! I need a boot bag!

I also need a book bag. Deciding what to read on holiday is a delicious activity.  I usually select quite a range so that I have something to read whatever my mood, but so often in the past I have been waylaid from my intentions by the temptations of the local bookshops. I like to read about the places I'm visiting, so sojourns in the local second hand books shops is always a must. This time, however, I should have more success in sticking to my own reading list as my Spanish really isn't up to reading a whole sentence, let alone a book.