I have a tan.

I have a tan.

Not because I laid out in the sun for hours, but because I spent the summer out of doors. The first weeks in Florida probably didn't help, and then there was the drive across the American West, hikes over the prairie and horseback rides through the Rocky Mountains. Then Scotland, where I walked for weeks and sometimes, somehow, there was even sun. And then I came to Spain.

It's just accumulated, long term exposure. I've never really burned. I've been good about my sunscreen. But its weird to be dark. I look better in white. I kind of like it. Don't tell anyone. Ever.