After dinner and talking, I sit in the living room. "Goodnight, sir," says perhaps the smartest eight-year-old in the world.
She salutes, so I give her a full salute back. "Goodnight."
She laughs and heads upstairs.
I get fantastic sleep on some couch cushions placed on the floor; it’s better than my ages old futon mattress at home.
I wake up to good coffee and the most wonderful French toast.