Apparently Spring comes in the second week of March in the South of France.

As I type to you, my faithful readers, I am sitting on my host family's balcony/patio and it is seventy degrees, the sky is a lovely shade of blue and I'm wearing shorts. Today is a fruit kind of day. By which I mean, all I want to eat are plums but I only have one left. Regardless, I shall enjoy it.

Unfortunately for me, today a bird pooped on me. Thankfully, I was only two minutes from the institute and so I quickly ran back and washed up, much to the amusement of Cali and Laura who were with me.

All the French people laughed at me.

But honestly, today is really nice and unspoiled, despite the birds.