Feliz dia de la primavera!

I realize this is a day late, however I haven't been paying very studious attention to dates lately as the weeks are starting to run together now. Senioritis perhaps. Though now that I'm in my third senior year, perhaps it's some sort of senior senility.



It was a year-and-a-half ago yesterday (Spring is in on the other half of the calendar in South America) that Kevin and I were in Argentina and met our professors in the downtown plaza rather than the classroom so we could enjoy the brisk (read: cold) Patagonian Spring. This turned out in fact to be a thinly veiled ploy to make us talk to locals in the plaza. The first day of Spring is a bit of a holiday for students, and the children make flowers out of paper with little "Happy Spring!" messages on them. Our goal was to retrieve a couple of said flowers from a group of 20 children...the photo is of Kevin doing just that.