{Springtime}

The springtime is officially here. Went to the coast when Nicole was here and took full advantage of the seaside. Classes are wonderful and its more entertainment than work. Began two more novels for two different classes yesterday.

As if my cold-weather routine was any different than that of the springtime, I spend my days at the cafés: reading and thinking and watching as you can only do in the south of France. Parents are coming in exactly a week: few days in Paris and the rest of time on the coast.

Seeing how three references to the springtime isn't enough, I thought I'd elaborate:

France is beautiful in the springtime. But how many people have already said it? Il ne se posait qu'un seul problème, celui d'etre aussi heureux que possible. Countless no doubt. I enjoy being part of the cliché however, whatever that makes of me. Afterall, clichés exist for a reason, and who am I to deny France its springtime?